I leave Belinda with a second pot of coffee and some sandwiches from the deli.
“I’m a terrible hostess,” I tell her. “Leaving you like this.”
“Are you kidding?” She already has the sandwiches cut into quarters, a cup of coffee poured, and my laptop fired up on the kitchen table. “This.” She points a sandwich quarter at the screen. “Is going to be awesome.”
On the screen is Ghost B Gone’s YouTube channel. And on their channel, right now? The promo for tonight’s show. Belinda has paused the video so I’m frozen in time, my mouth open to say: Are you filming this now?
I sigh. She laughs, then sobers.
“Be careful, tonight, Katy,” she says. “I’m not sure I’d trust this Gregory guy.”
“He’s a lot of hot air and words.”
“Yeah, and if he manages to say the wrong ones? Who knows what he’ll con
