"I still can't understand what the hell this thing is saying!"
Martin threw his headphones down on the floor of the living room where he was sitting in the two-storey condo he and his lover Emilio shared.
"It's not a thing, love, it's a disembodied voice," replied Emilio, ever patient with his headstrong partner. "And you know trying to understand those EVPs is not always possible. Never mind the ghost voices, quit torturing yourself and call her."
Martin considered Emilio, a sweet, smouldering young man of mixed European heritage. Just hitting his mid-twenties, Emilio was all olive skin, thick dark hair and a tight wiry body, one that could get into the most outrageous positions when so inclined. And inclined he was. Emilio had been raised in Italy, Portugal, and had attended university in Britain. He'd eventually followed his parents to Northern California, and Martin was grateful that he had. He may never have met him otherwise. And Sophie would never have been crushed.
That thought made him sigh, and Emilio looked quizzically at him.
"Sorry. I was just wondering how Sophie was doing," he said sheepishly. He knew that it wasn't generally thought of as cool to mention a past lover to a new one, but their situation was a little unusual. He had never intended to actually leave Sophie. It had always been meant that the three of them would be together. But sometimes things didn't work out the way you wanted.
Emilio came over and sat down on the floor next to Martin. "It's been almost a year. She's an intelligent woman who cares about her work and her clients. She'll listen to the problems these people are having, and she'll come around. She can't hate you forever."
Martin snickered. "Oh, I'm willing to bet forever isn't nearly long enough."
Two years ago, he'd met the lovely Sophie through his collectables shop, 'Oddly Enough-Uniques and Collectables'. He specialised in obscure and bizarre antiques and collectables. For instance, he carried things such as a two-headed mummified goat, Victorian medical equipment and medicine bottles, paper ephemera from freak shows, elixir bottles of wild sideshow cures, a chair made of human skulls-,essentially anything out of the ordinary. Sophie, a delicate blonde woman who only stood five foot two and was twenty-two when they met, had wandered into his shop one day looking for antique tarot decks. It turned out that she was a spiritual medium and empath, abilities that had been in her family for years.
He didn't take her too seriously at first. As much as he enjoyed the wild stuff he carried in his shop, he wasn't one to believe in ghosts, spirits, or anything of that sort. It was all trickery or sleight of hand in his elevated opinion. Sophie's translucent skin, pale blue eyes and soft voice had drawn him in at first. But it was her kindness and open heart that had kept him. Eventually, she took him with her on investigations where her help was needed. Many of the paranormal investigators in Petaluma, and all of the other surrounding San Francisco suburbs, knew of her and requested her services.
Initially, he'd gone along as a lark, a way to spend more time with his lovely Sophie. However, he'd soon become convinced. Being with her and witnessing so many weird and wonderful paranormal happenings had changed his outlook forever. She had changed him as well. He'd fallen deeply in love, and had wanted to spend forever with this amazing woman. He'd then become wrapped up in paranormal investigating, and it had all seemed to be a perfect combination between her, the ghost hunting and his shop. They'd come to be known locally as a team.
Then Emilio showed up. He'd been recommended to them through another investigative team, because of all of the specialised equipment he had designed and built. Emilio had an incredibly creative mind, and all three of them had immediately clicked.
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