Alan Shea glanced back at the sharp-eyed man. From the moment he first met him, he had felt this man was deep and impossible to read. He still felt that way now—an ordinary person could never possess someone else's body. The odds were just too slim. For it to happen meant that the extraordinary individuals in his circle possessed truly unusual abilities.
"Your eyes are as sharp as ever," he admitted. "Now, can you tell me who helped you with the possession? Without an external force to guide you, you couldn't have entered Sean Quinn's body."
"A friend."
"What kind of friend would be willing to go to such lengths for you, helping you with something so draining?" Alan Shea was filled with curiosity.
"That's a question I'll answer after you help me get my physical body back..." Hanson, the spirit, said with a faint smile.
"It seems you can't contact him now."
"If I could, I wouldn't need you."
Hanson sighed softly.
