Chapter 5

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I didn’t hear from Kintano Kind for the next two weeks, which sort of bummed me out. Perhaps he was embarrassed about his scare at the Hart brownstone. I was certainly aware that a man of his professional stature as an autistic specialist and with his brazen bulk did not take lightly to being scared shitless. No matter what had happened at the haunted abode, I had clearly told myself that I wasn’t going to hold it against him. In truth, his fleeing episode in the night was our little secret, a tale I had never planned to share with my closest friends, and didn’t.