Chapter 1
IT’S TWO WEEKS before Christmas, and I’m crouched in our storefront display. Morning sunlight shines through the gold lettering on the glass and casts the words K&M Ghost Eradication Specialists along my arms. The velvet beneath my shoes makes it tough to gain purchase. My thighs ache. My palms sweat. The scalding cup of coffee I’m holding threatens to spill.
Passersby stop and stare, mouths open. I catch sight of Police Chief Ramsey, but all he gives me is a smirk. He doesn’t believe in ghosts, not even when they’re right in front of him. If I had any sort of presence of mind, I would’ve thought to print out a sign, something along the lines of: Demonstration in progress.
But that would be a lie. This is no demonstration. The sprite careening around the display window really
