Chapter 5
THE TEXT COMES at midnight. I’m not surprised, really. I guessed Malcolm might have a better time than he thought he would. When I read the message, I know that’s true.
Malcolm: We’re having a ghost issue. We’re all drunk. None of us can catch it.
Katy: Nigel? Is he okay?
Malcolm: Fine. But it would be better if we got it out of here. Would you mind?
Katy: It will take me a few minutes to brew some coffee, but I’ll be over as soon as I can.
Malcolm: You’re the best.
It’s only as I ready the percolator that I wonder which of Springside’s ghosts is causing the trouble. A naughty sprite? That seems likely. Still, if it’s something more robust, it could be harder to catch, especially if I’m working solo. I pull out the Kona blend, start up the coffee, and then text Malcolm aga
