He smiled at his feet and jammed his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “It’s a little late for either of us to worry about looking ridiculous.”

I had scanned all the way across the dial, twisting as slowly as my fingertips would allow when I arrived at AM 1354. “Jennie? Can you hear me?” I asked self-consciously. Even though Henry had seen me dashing through snowbanks without a coat, posing questions to a pendulum, and getting tossed out of Violet’s house by meatheaded seniors, it still felt a little odd to have him witness my attempt at paranormal communication. But he’d handled everything that had happened at the occult bookstore and on the mountainside in Michigan in stride, so I didn’t think he’d be freaked out by my growing abilities to communicate with Jennie. If I was actually able to reach her, I was pretty Henry would have been impressed.

But all I heard was the crackle of static, followed by mariachi music originating too far away for the signal to come through clearly. “Maybe FM,” I said, trying to stay hopeful.

“What are you listening for?” Henry asked.

Once he’d asked, I had to admit that I couldn’t quite explain it. “It’s not really a sound. It’s more like a vibe. So I guess I’m not even really listening for it, exactly. I mean, I can hear noise, or a voice. But it’s more like my ear feels a certain way—it kind of tickles my skin, and I sense that something’s sending me a message. It’s only worked a few times, so it’s not like I’m an expert, or anything.”

Henry nodded as if this made perfect sense to him, although I didn’t even completely comprehend how it worked. All I knew was that every time Jennie had reached me through radio waves, it had been easier to understand her.

After just two twists of the dial across the FM frequencies, I heard a distinctive female voice asking, “McKenna Brady, are you listening?”

I flinched in surprise and smiled at Henry. “Did you hear that?”

Henry’s eyes traveled to the radio as if he might be able to see evidence of what I was claiming to have heard. “Hear what?” He looked at me with a flash of dismay, like either he thought I was pranking him, or he was jealous that he hadn’t heard what I had.

“Can you hear me? Say something if you can hear me.”

“I can hear you!” I said to the radio as if the speaker was a microphone.

“Geez. I was starting to think I was just babbling to myself.”

Although the voice coming across the radio sounded female, I was sure it didn’t belong to Jennie. I raised one eyebrow at Henry, wondering if he had figured out who’d contacted us through the radio at the same time I had. But he was completely oblivious to what was happening in front of him. “You really don’t hear anything?” I asked him, and he shook his head.