Chapter 3
I POUR THE LAST drops of coffee from the thermos and hope it’s enough to placate this ghost. It hasn’t shown additional signs of aggression, but then I’ve kept it full of Kona blend. I’m not sure what will happen after it finishes this last cup.
I’m still crouched on the sidewalk next to the ghost when two cars pull up: that flashy yellow one and a far more practical, although equally expensive, Land Rover.
Nigel and Prescott hop out of the yellow car. Nigel surveys the area and then points to Sadie’s house.
“I’ll be over here if anyone needs tech support.”
Prescott squeezes his shoulder. “Good man.”
From the corner of my eye, I track Nigel’s progress up Sadie’s porch steps and inside her house. His spine is straight, shoulders square. If he has any regrets about the life h
