When I reach K&M Ghost Eradication Specialists, Malcolm is outside, leaning against the door. The sun glints off the storefront glass and the lettering glows like pure gold. It’s one of those rare November days that make you think winter will never invade. The air is warm, but it holds undertones of the cold to come.
“Have fun?” he asks.
I nod, but it’s a distracted sort of gesture.
“You didn’t find her,” he says, “did you?”
I shake my head. “I think she’s gone for good this time.”
“Remember when you told me that the thing she wanted most was to take care of you?” Malcolm says. “Well, maybe she’s done that. Maybe that means she can move on. Maybe … oh!”
Oh? What does he mean by oh? “Tell me.”
“It just hit me. Maybe she went to find your grandfather.”
“Then you don’t think that enti
