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  MEG CABOT

  the

  mediator

  Reunion

  In memory of J.V.C.

  Contents

  The lifeguard sat up straight…

  CHAPTERS

  ONE

  “Now this,” Gina said, “is the life.”

  TWO

  Yeah, all right. So I can see and talk to the dead.

  THREE

  “Ah,” Father Dominic said. “The RLS Angels.”

  FOUR

  When I got back to world civ, Kelly Prescott, my…

  FIVE

  “Girl,” Gina said. “That is so you.”

  SIX

  “Well,” Jesse said when I told him about it later…

  SEVEN

  Not that Michael didn’t try.

  EIGHT

  Okay, I don’t know if any of you have ever lost…

  NINE

  Carefully, I tried to pull my hand out from under…

  TEN

  I flung myself into my seat just as everybody else

  ELEVEN

  “So what is it, exactly,” I said as I swung the flashlight…

  TWELVE

  I guess I was in kind of a bad mood because of Jesse…

  THIRTEEN

  Everyone—from Father Dom to Carrie Whitman—blinked…

  FOURTEEN

  The only problem was that the mediators couldn’t…

  FIFTEEN

  Here’s the thing about killers. If you know one,…

  SIXTEEN

  “They killed my car.”

  SEVENTEEN

  Gina was in my room when I came back from my…

  EIGHTEEN

  Was it what I intended to happen all along?

  NINETEEN

  “This,” Gina said, “is so not how I pictured…

  Excerpt: The Darkest Hour

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  The lifeguard sat up straight and suddenly lifted his binoculars to his face.

  I, however, did not need binoculars to see what I saw next. And that was Michael finally breaking the surface after having been down nearly a minute. Only no sooner had he come up than he was pulled down again, and not by an undertow or riptide.

  No, this I saw quite clearly: Michael was pulled down by a rope of seaweed that had somehow twined itself around his neck….

  And then I saw there was no “somehow” about it. The seaweed was being held there by a pair of hands.

  A pair of hands belonging to someone in the water beneath him.

  Someone who had no need to surface for air. Because that someone was already dead.

  Chapter

  One

  “Now this,” Gina said, “is the life.”

  I was forced to agree with her. The two of us were stretched out in our bikinis, taking in the rays and balmy seventy-five-degree weather on Carmel Beach. It was March, but you wouldn’t have known it by the way the sun was pouring down on us.

  Well, this was California, after all.

  “I mean it,” Gina said. “I don’t know how you do it every day.”

  I had my eyes closed. Visions of tall, icy Diet Cokes were dancing in my head. If only they had waiter service on the beach. It was the one thing missing, really. We’d already finished all of the sodas in our cooler, and it was a really long walk up the stairs from the beach to Jimmy’s Quick Mart.

  “Do what?” I murmured.

  “Go to school,” Gina said, “when you’ve got this fabulous beach just a mile or so away.”

  “It is hard,” I admitted, my eyes still closed. “But graduating from high school continues to be considered one of life’s important achievements. I mean, I’ve heard that without a high school diploma, one doesn’t have a hope of acquiring one of those high-powered service positions at Starbucks that I know I’ll be angling for upon graduation.”

  “Seriously, Suze,” Gina said. I felt her stir next to me, and opened my eyes. Gina had leaned up on her elbows, and was scanning the beach through her Ray-Bans. “How can you stand it?”

  How, indeed? It was gorgeous. The Pacific stretched out as far as the eye could see, turquoise blue darkening to navy the closer it got to the horizon. The waves were huge, crashing up against the yellow sand, tossing surfers and boogie boarders into the air as if they were pieces of driftwood. To our far right rose the green cliffs of Pebble Beach. To our left, the huge, seal-strewn boulders that were the stepping stones for what eventually turned into Big Sur, a particularly rugged section of the Pacific coastline.

  And everywhere, the sun beat down, burning away the fog that earlier that day had threatened to ruin our plans. It was perfection. It was paradise.

  If only I could have gotten someone to bring me a drink.

  “Oh my God.” Gina tilted her Ray-Bans and peered over the rims. “Check this out.”

  I followed her gaze through the tortoiseshell lenses of my Donna Karans. The lifeguard, who’d been sitting in his white tower a few yards away from our towels, suddenly leaped from his chair, his orange flotation device clutched in one hand. He landed with catlike grace in the sand, then suddenly took off toward the waves, his muscles rippling beneath his darkly tanned skin, his long blond hair flowing behind him.

  Tourists fumbled for their cameras while sun-bathers sat up for a better look. Gulls took off in startled flight, and beachcombers hurried to move out of the lifeguard’s way. Then, with his lean, muscular body making a perfect arc in the air, he dove into the waves, only to come up yards away, swimming hard and fast for a kid who was caught in an undertow.

  To my amusement, I saw that the kid was none other than Dopey, one of my stepbrothers, who’d accompanied us to the beach that afternoon. I recognized his voice instantly—once the lifeguard had pulled him back to the surface—as he vehemently cursed at his rescuer for attempting to save his life, and embarrassing him in front of his peers.

  The lifeguard, to my delight, cursed right back at him.

  Gina, who’d watched the drama unfold with rapt attention, said, lazily, “What a spaz.”

  Clearly, she had not recognized the victim. Gina had, much to my astonishment, informed me that I was incredibly lucky, because all my stepbrothers were so “cool.” Even, apparently, Dopey.

  Gina had never been particularly discriminating where boys were concerned.

  Now she sighed, and leaned back against her towel.

  “That,” she said, shoving her sunglasses back into place, “was extremely disturbing. Except for the part when the hot lifeguard ran past us. That I enjoyed.”

  A few minutes later, the lifeguard came trudging back in our direction, looking no less handsome in wet hair than he had in dry. He swung himself up to his tower, spoke briefly into his radio—probably putting out a B.O.L.O. on Dopey: Be On the Look Out for an extremely stupid wrestler in a wetsuit, showing off for his stepsister’s best friend from out of town—then returned to scanning the waves for other potential drowning victims.

  “That’s it,” Gina declared suddenly. “I am in love. That lifeguard is the man I am going to marry.”

  See what I mean? Total lack of discrimination.

  “You,” I said disgustedly, “would marry any guy in a swimsuit.”

  “That’s not true,” Gina said. She pointed at a particularly hairy-backed tourist sitting in a Speedo a few yards away with his sunburned wife. “I do not, for instance, wish to marry him.”

  “Of course not. He’s taken.”

  Gina rolled her eyes. “You’re so weird. Come on, let’s go get something to drink.”

  We climbed to
our feet and found our shorts and sandals, then wriggled into them. Leaving our towels where they were, we picked our way across the hot sand toward the steep steps that led up to the parking lot where Sleepy had left the car.

  “I want,” Gina declared, when we’d reached the pavement, “a chocolate shake. Not one of those fancy gourmet ones they sell around here, either. I want a completely fake, chemically enhanced one, like they have at Mickey D’s.”

  “Yeah, well,” I said, trying to catch my breath. It was no joke, climbing up all those steps. And I’m in pretty good shape. I do a kickboxing tape practically every night. “You’re going to have to go into the next town for it because there aren’t any fast food places around here.”

  Gina rolled her eyes. “What kind of hick town is this?” she complained in mock outrage. “No fast food, no traffic lights, no crime, no public transportation.”

  But she didn’t mean it. Since her arrival from New York City the day before, Gina had been agog at my new life: envious of my bedroom’s glorious ocean view, enraptured by my new stepfather’s culinary abilities, and not in the least contemptuous of my stepbrothers’ attempts to impress her. She hadn’t once, as I’d expected her to, told either Sleepy or Dopey, both of whom seemed to be vying for her attentions, to get lost.

  “Jesus, Simon,” she’d said when I’d questioned her about it, “they’re hotties. What do you expect me to do?”

  Excuse me? My stepbrothers, hotties?

  I think not.

  Now, if it was hotties you wanted, you didn’t have to look any further than the guy who manned the counter at Jimmy’s, the little convenience store right across from the stairs to the beach. Dumb as an inflatable pool toy, Kurt—that was his name, I swear to God—was nevertheless stunning, and after I’d placed the sweating bottle of Diet Coke I’d secured from the refrigerated case on the counter in front of him, I gave him the old hairy eyeball. He was deeply absorbed in a copy of Surf Digest, so he didn’t notice my leering gaze. I guess I was sun-drunk, or something, because I just kept standing there staring at Kurt, but what I was really doing was thinking about someone else.

  Someone whom I really shouldn’t have been thinking about at all.

  I guess that’s why when Kelly Prescott said hi to me, I didn’t even notice. It was like she wasn’t even there.

  Until she waved a hand in my face and went, “Hello, earth to Suze. Come in, Suze.”

  I tore my eyes off Kurt and found myself looking at Kelly, sophomore class president, radiant blonde, and fashion plate. She was in one of her dad’s dress shirts, unbuttoned to reveal what she wore beneath it, which was an olive-green bikini made out of yarn. There were skin-colored inserts so you couldn’t see her bare skin through the holes in the crochet.

  Standing next to Kelly was Debbie Mancuso, my stepbrother Dopey’s sometime girlfriend.

  “Oh my God,” Kelly said. “I had no idea you were at the beach today, Suze. Where’d you put your towel?”

  “By the lifeguard tower,” I said.

  “Oh, God,” Kelly said. “Good spot. We’re way over by the stairs.”

  Debbie went, way too casually, “I noticed the Rambler in the parking lot. Is Brad out on his board?”

  Brad is what everyone but me calls my stepbrother, Dopey.

  “Yeah,” Kelly said. “And Jake?”

  Jake is the stepbrother I call Sleepy. For reasons unfathomable to me, Sleepy, who is in his senior year at the Mission Academy, and Dopey, a sophomore like me, are considered these great catches. Obviously, these girls have never seen my stepbrothers eat. It is truly a revolting sight.

  “Yeah,” I said. And since I knew what they were after, I added, “Why don’t you two join us?”

  “Cool,” Kelly said. “That’d be gr—”

  Gina appeared, and Kelly broke off mid-sentence.

  Well, Gina is the kind of girl people break off mid-sentence to admire. She’s nearly six feet tall, and the fact that she’d recently had her hair done into a mop of prickly-looking copper-colored tendrils, forming a four- or five-inch aura all the way around her head, only made her look taller. She also happened to have on a black vinyl bikini, over which she’d tugged on shorts that appeared to be made from the pull tabs off of a lot of soda cans.

  Oh, and the fact that she’d been out in the sun all day had darkened her normally café au lait skin to the color of espresso, always startling when combined with a nose ring and orange hair.

  “Score,” Gina said excitedly, as she thumped a six-pack down onto the counter next to my Diet Coke. “Yoo-hoo, dude. The perfect chemical compound.”

  “Um, Gina,” I said, hoping she wasn’t going to expect me to join her in consuming any of those bottles. “These are some friends of mine from school, Kelly Prescott and Debbie Mancuso. Kelly, Debbie, this is Gina Augustin, a friend of mine from New York.”

  Gina’s eyes widened behind her Ray-Bans. I think she was astonished by the fact that I had, since moving out here, actually made some friends, something I had certainly not had many of, besides her, back in New York. Still, she managed to control her surprise and said, very politely, “How do you do?”

  Debbie murmured, “Hi,” but Kelly got straight to the point: “Where did you get those awesome shorts?”

  It was while Gina was telling her that I first noticed the four kids in evening wear hanging out near the suntan lotion rack.

  You might be wondering how I’d missed them before. Well, the truth of the matter is that, up until that particular moment, they hadn’t been there.

  And, then, suddenly, there they were.

  Being from Brooklyn, I’ve seen far stranger things than four teenagers dressed in formal wear in a convenience mart on a Sunday afternoon at the beach. But since this wasn’t New York, but California, the sight was a startling one. Even more startling was that these four were in the act of heisting a twelve-pack of beer.

  I’m not kidding. A twelve-pack, right in broad daylight with them dressed to the nines, the girls with wrist corsages, even. Kurt’s no rocket scientist, it’s true, but surely they couldn’t think he would simply let them walk out of there with this beer—particularly in prom wear.

  Then I lifted up my Donna Karans in order to get a better look at them.

  And that’s when I realized it.

  Kurt wasn’t going to be carding these kids. No way.

  Kurt couldn’t see them.

  Because they were dead.

  Chapter

  Two

  Yeah, all right. So I can see and talk to the dead. That’s my “special” talent. You know, that “gift” we’re all supposedly born with, the one that makes us unique from everyone else on the planet, but which so few of us actually ever discover.

  I discovered mine at around the age of two, which was approximately when I met my first ghost.

  See, my special gift is that I’m a mediator. I help guide the tortured souls of the newly dead to their afterlife destinations—wherever that happens to be—generally by cleaning up whatever messes they left behind when they croaked.

  Some people might think this is really cool—you know, having the ability to talk to the dead. Allow me to assure you that it so isn’t. First of all, with a few exceptions, the dead generally don’t have anything all that interesting to say. And secondly, it’s not like I can go around bragging about this unusual talent to my friends. Who’d believe me?

  So, anyway, there we were at Jimmy’s Quick Mart: me, Kurt, Gina, Kelly, Debbie, and the ghosts.

  Whoopee.

  You might be wondering why Kurt, Gina, Debbie, and Kelly didn’t run screaming out of the store at this point. You know, seeing as how, on second glance, these kids were obviously ghouls. They were giving off that special Look at me! I’m dead! glow that only spooks have.

  But of course Kurt, Gina, Debbie, and Kelly couldn’t see these ghosts. Only I could.

  Because I’m the mediator.

  It’s a crummy job, but somebody has to do it.


  Only I have to tell you, at that particular moment, I wasn’t too keen to.

  This was because the ghosts were behaving in a particularly reprehensible manner. They were trying, as near as I could tell, to steal beer. Not a noble pursuit at any time, and, if you think about it, an especially stupid one if you happen to be dead. Don’t get me wrong—ghosts do drink. In the Caribbean, people traditionally leave glasses of wine for Chango Macho, the espíritu de la buena suerte. And in Japan, fishermen leave sake out for the ghosts of their drowned brethren. And you can take my word for it, it isn’t just evaporation that makes the level of liquid in those containers go down. Most ghosts enjoy a good drink, when they can get one.

  No, what was stupid about what these ghosts were doing was the fact that they were obviously quite new at the whole being dead thing, and so they weren’t real coordinated yet. It isn’t easy for ghosts to lift things, even relatively light things. It takes a lot of practice. I’ve known ghosts who got really good at rattling chains and chucking books and even heavier stuff—usually at my head, but that’s another story.

  But for the most part, a twelve-pack of beer is way beyond your average new ghost’s abilities, and these clowns were not about to pull it off. I would have told them so, but since I was the only one who could see them—and the twelve-pack, which was hovering behind the lotion rack, just out of range of everybody else’s vision but mine—it might have looked a little strange.

  But they got the message without my saying anything. One of the girls—a blonde in an ice-blue sheath dress—hissed, “That one in the black is looking at us!”

  One of the boys—they were both in tuxedos, both blond, both muscular; your basic interchangeable jock type—went, “She is not. She’s looking at the Bain de Soleil.”

  I pushed my DKs all the way to the top of my head so they could see that I really was glaring at them.

  “Shit,” the boys said at the same time. They dropped the pack of beer as if it had suddenly caught on fire. The sudden explosion of glass and beer caused everyone in the store—well, except for me, of course—to jump.

 

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