![]() ![]() Then Tina added, "It was in the Book of the Dead. "Foretold," Tina and Sinclair said simultaneously. "Being able to see and speak with the dead-all dead-is strictly a province of the Queen. "I mean, you've been around longer." Way, way, way longer. "Really? But you guys are so much deader than I am." Hmm, that didn't come out quite right. He backed out of the driveway without looking. "I've never seen a ghost before tonight," Tina commented. ![]() "I must have missed that memo," I grumped. ![]() "It's inappropriate for the queen of the dead to be afraid of ghosts." "Well, try to get a grip on yourself," Sinclair advised, starting the engine, which kicked over with a rumbling purr. "See what? A ghost? Yeah, it was weird, all right. For a taciturn dead guy, he could be a flashy son of a bitch. "I have to admit, I never thought I'd see something like that," Tina said as we all piled into Sinclair's convertible. Heck, when I was in second grade I wore the same pair of shoes for two months." ![]() "Clearly, you haven't known a lot of kids. "But didn't you realize that she always wore the same outfit?" "What, I'm gonna interrogate a five-year-old? Besides, she never told me." "Hey, I've had a lot of things on my mind," I said defensively. "You've lived in this house how many weeks now?" "How could it have escaped your notice that Marie was a ghost?" Sinclair asked. The berating started as soon as we left the house. ![]()
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