brass tacks. Eyes
on the prize, guys.”
Iris smiled. It was more of a smirk. “Do you mind if I
use that line on my team?”
“I don’t know. I don’t consider myself much of a
motivational speaker,” Mitchell said. Iris felt her face flush. Not a good
time to joke around. I probably would have found it patronizing as well.
The landowner, Frank Davis, met the team after they
parked. Mitchell introduced everyone and thanked the farmer in advance for a
chance to observe.
Frank whistled through his teeth. “Wow, you’re a ghost
hunter?” he said to Iris. “I didn’t think this had anything to do with a
haunting. But, I suppose I could be wrong.”
Iris smiled. “It might not be, Frank. But I’ve been
working a case with Mitchell and his team where there could be possible
overlap.” Iris stopped. For a second, she felt odd as if someone else were
talking. She couldn’t believe she had openly expressed this opinion. Her
conscious mind wasn’t sure of anything. Was this her subconscious talking to
Frank?
Frank raised a thumb toward the crops. “I never thought
my fields would become a part of some investigation.” He laughed. “Are you
fellows going to wrap some yellow tape around it or something?”
“We can if you like,” Gavin responded. Darian jabbed his
elbow into Gavin’s ribs. It was subtle enough for Frank not to notice. But Iris
did.
Iris pointed to the field. “Frank, how long was your
video? The newscast only showed a half a minute of it.”
He retrieved his phone from his jacket. “Not too much
longer.” He pushed a button. “Just shy of a minute: fifty seven seconds.”
Mitchell nodded. “And you believe these balls of light
created the images; all in a just under a minute’s time?”
Frank nodded.
Iris folded her arms across her chest. She knew what
Mitchell was up to. Mitchell already knew these answers. He just wanted to make
sure Frank wouldn’t deviate from anything he had already told the media. Iris
kept a watch on Frank’s face. No apparent sign of deceit showed as he wasn’t
sweating, behaving nervously, or being inconsistent in his description. In her
opinion, he seemed sincere. But what if he and his camera had been deceived?
She would have never thought of this possibility if she hadn’t already
witnessed it firsthand. Just how did her video recorder tape something from her
distant memory?
“I just hope my corn is okay. People come from miles
around to get organic crops,” Frank said.
Mitchell traded glances with his team. Iris concluded
Frank may have been more shaken up than he cared to admit by directing
attention to his crops.
“I think it’s going to be fine despite the trampling,”
Mitchell said.
Frank whistled through his teeth again. “I certainly hope
so. When I advertise myself as an organic farmer, I mean it. If whatever these
things were affected my harvest in anyway . . .” He paused to
scratch his chin.
“Frank, with your permission, we’d like to take some
samples to test. Hopefully, we can ascertain whether or not it’s been tainted.”
“Sure thing,” Frank said. “I’d appreciate it.”
Darian and Gavin retrieved plastic baggies and gloves
from the car and headed to the field, flashlights in hand. Frank excused
himself to talk to neighbors.
“It’s really fortunate this happened when it did,”
Mitchell said to Iris. “Any later and the news crew wouldn’t have been able to
tape it in daylight. And believe me, Iris, that’s important for our investigation.
If the tape was made the morning after it would give skeptics the opportunity
to scream faked.”
“I understand. Still, is there any way this could have
been faked?”
Mitchell cocked his head, doglike. “I suppose. But it’s
documented this was created in a minute. Even if farmer Frank somehow
transferred this tape onto his phone from a previous recording, you can hear
the rustling in the field. Something created this artwork quickly. So even if
we were to
on the prize, guys.”
Iris smiled. It was more of a smirk. “Do you mind if I
use that line on my team?”
“I don’t know. I don’t consider myself much of a
motivational speaker,” Mitchell said. Iris felt her face flush. Not a good
time to joke around. I probably would have found it patronizing as well.
The landowner, Frank Davis, met the team after they
parked. Mitchell introduced everyone and thanked the farmer in advance for a
chance to observe.
Frank whistled through his teeth. “Wow, you’re a ghost
hunter?” he said to Iris. “I didn’t think this had anything to do with a
haunting. But, I suppose I could be wrong.”
Iris smiled. “It might not be, Frank. But I’ve been
working a case with Mitchell and his team where there could be possible
overlap.” Iris stopped. For a second, she felt odd as if someone else were
talking. She couldn’t believe she had openly expressed this opinion. Her
conscious mind wasn’t sure of anything. Was this her subconscious talking to
Frank?
Frank raised a thumb toward the crops. “I never thought
my fields would become a part of some investigation.” He laughed. “Are you
fellows going to wrap some yellow tape around it or something?”
“We can if you like,” Gavin responded. Darian jabbed his
elbow into Gavin’s ribs. It was subtle enough for Frank not to notice. But Iris
did.
Iris pointed to the field. “Frank, how long was your
video? The newscast only showed a half a minute of it.”
He retrieved his phone from his jacket. “Not too much
longer.” He pushed a button. “Just shy of a minute: fifty seven seconds.”
Mitchell nodded. “And you believe these balls of light
created the images; all in a just under a minute’s time?”
Frank nodded.
Iris folded her arms across her chest. She knew what
Mitchell was up to. Mitchell already knew these answers. He just wanted to make
sure Frank wouldn’t deviate from anything he had already told the media. Iris
kept a watch on Frank’s face. No apparent sign of deceit showed as he wasn’t
sweating, behaving nervously, or being inconsistent in his description. In her
opinion, he seemed sincere. But what if he and his camera had been deceived?
She would have never thought of this possibility if she hadn’t already
witnessed it firsthand. Just how did her video recorder tape something from her
distant memory?
“I just hope my corn is okay. People come from miles
around to get organic crops,” Frank said.
Mitchell traded glances with his team. Iris concluded
Frank may have been more shaken up than he cared to admit by directing
attention to his crops.
“I think it’s going to be fine despite the trampling,”
Mitchell said.
Frank whistled through his teeth again. “I certainly hope
so. When I advertise myself as an organic farmer, I mean it. If whatever these
things were affected my harvest in anyway . . .” He paused to
scratch his chin.
“Frank, with your permission, we’d like to take some
samples to test. Hopefully, we can ascertain whether or not it’s been tainted.”
“Sure thing,” Frank said. “I’d appreciate it.”
Darian and Gavin retrieved plastic baggies and gloves
from the car and headed to the field, flashlights in hand. Frank excused
himself to talk to neighbors.
“It’s really fortunate this happened when it did,”
Mitchell said to Iris. “Any later and the news crew wouldn’t have been able to
tape it in daylight. And believe me, Iris, that’s important for our investigation.
If the tape was made the morning after it would give skeptics the opportunity
to scream faked.”
“I understand. Still, is there any way this could have
been faked?”
Mitchell cocked his head, doglike. “I suppose. But it’s
documented this was created in a minute. Even if farmer Frank somehow
transferred this tape onto his phone from a previous recording, you can hear
the rustling in the field. Something created this artwork quickly. So even if
we were to
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