Source: provided by the author for an honest review
Date read: August 31, 2014
1. About Last Night
2. Bring on the Poltergeists
3. Call of the Wild - Kindle
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Eli Carter is enjoying his new role as a para-professional, ridding the city of unwanted Disturbances.Thoughts on Call of the Wild: There's a point in this book where Val asks Eli what he is and... I'm kinda wondering that myself. Eli isn't always the sharpest pencil in the case (I'd say he's endearingly clueless if I was going to try to describe him), but he has a few abilities (for lack of a better word) that others don't.
A flurry of bookings brings the team to the suburbs, where residents are overrun with poltergeists and tiny dogs. They love the dogs, but want the ghosts gone.
When Eli makes a new friend, he discovers a shocking secret inside one of the suburban houses. It could cost him his life.
And that chip. He has the chip that makes him tell the truth and embarrass himself terribly in front of people he admires. Which is weirdly funny in an OMG!POOR GUY! sort of way.
So. This time around the Ghost Hackers are working their paranormal mojo on an unsuspecting, freakishly neat suburban neighborhood. Eli gets things thrown at him. Khan does... whatever it is he does. Trapping the ghosts, I guess. They make a good team. Well, as long as Eli doesn't mind playing bait to wear the ghosts out.
They have a good gig in this place. Naturally, it won't last. Because if there's one thing I've learned from watching bad sci-fi/horror movies my entire life, it's that if things look to good to be true, there's probably a dragon hiding in a cellar who wants to EAT YOUR FACE OFF. (these events may or may not have happened in the course of this book.)
Anyway. This series is fun. It's quick and easy and you can get a giggle out of Eli's bumbling exploits. And his foray into experimenting with makeup. But that's another story. Not really. It's this story.
Oh, just go read it. I'm really not doing poor Eli justice.
PS - The Brenda interactions are kept to a minimum. Thank goodness. (Yes, I still don't particularly care for her. She's just so... Brenda.)