Chapter 3
THE NEXT MORNING I’m the first one through the door of K&M Ghost Eradication Specialists. I pace between the front window display and the conference room, tracking glitter in my wake.
I peer out at the street, searching for that head of ebony hair. Even in the winter, Malcolm walks to work in the morning. When he doesn’t appear, I pull out my phone and reread his final text from last night.
Malcolm: I’ll apologize again in person in the morning. Meet me early?
Meeting early promises an extra-long morning kiss. So I wait. I pace. My heart jumps at the sound of footfalls on the sidewalk outside. At last, the bell above the door chimes. I whirl around.
And find Nigel shaking off the cold.
“Eventful night last night,” he says.
I roll my eyes.
“He means well,” Nigel adds. “Mal
