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THE MEDIATOR BOOK 2 Ninth Key Jenny Carroll To Vic and Jack – Cut it out already Contents Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 C H A P T E R 1 Nobody told me about the poison oak. Oh, they told me about the palm trees. Yeah, they told me plenty about the palm trees, all right. But nobody ever said a word about this poison oak business. The thing is, Susannah – Father Dominic was talking to me. I was trying to pay attention, but let me tell you something: poison oak itches. As mediators – which is what we are, you and I, Susannah – we have a responsibility. We have a responsibility to give aid and solace to those unfortunate souls who are suffering in the void between the living and the dead. I mean, yeah, the palm trees are nice, and everything. It had been cool to step off the plane and see those palm trees everywhere, especially since Id heard how cold it can get at night in northern California. But what is the deal with this poison oak? How come nobody ever warned me about that? You see, as mediators, Susannah, it is our duty to help lost souls get to where they are supposed to be going. We are their guides, as it were. Their spiritual liaisons between this world and the next. Father Dominic fingered an unopened pack of cigarettes that was sitting on his desk, and regarded me with those big old baby blues of his. But when ones spiritual liaison takes ones head and slams it into a locker door . . . well, you can see how that kind of behavior might not build the sort of trust wed like to establish with our troubled brothers and sisters. I looked up from the rash on my hands. Rash. That wasnt even the word for it. It was like a fungus. Worse than a fungus, even. It was a growth. An insidious growth that