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"Are you sure they aren't human?" Murphy asked.
"Um. Reasonably?"
She shook her head. "Not good enough. Are they from the spirit world or not?"
"Might not be able to tell until we get closer," I said. "Might even need to touch one of them."
She took a slow, deep breath. "As soon as you're certain," she said, "tell me. Shake your head if you're sure they aren't human. Nod if you can't tell or if they are."
We were less than twenty feet away from the van and there was no time to argue or ask questions. "Okay."
I took a few more steps and ran smack into a curtain of nauseating energy so thick and heavy that it made my hair stand on end-a dead giveaway of a hostile supernatural presence. I twitched my head in a quick shake, as the two men in grey suits spun around at precisely the same time at precisely the same speed to face me. Both of them opened their mouths.


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