Chapter 17
We spend the following week in the office, the gold lettering of K&M Ghost Eradication Specialists glowing in the window. Every time I see the words, my heart catches.
The phone is silent. So is our email inbox. No one has sent us a text. The implications of that gnaw away at my happiness at being back on Earth, in Springside and with Malcolm. He hasn’t said anything, but then, he really doesn’t need to. What are eradication specialists without any ghosts?
Out of business.
Instead, he catches me up on everything I’ve missed, explains how Reginald and Prescott hoped to turn the tables on Orson and use my retribution to launch one of their own against him.
“Reginald was hoping to act as a double agent, I guess.” Malcolm shrugs. “That didn’t really go as planned.”
“He could’v
