Chapter 2
I indulge in a full sixty seconds of panic. I abandon any form of stealth and race around the kitchen, through the restaurant. I try every door that has a handle—the cold storage unit, the back and front doors, the restrooms. These last open for me, yielding up a blast of icy disinfectant and nothing else.
Fog creeps up the front windows, eats away at the view of Main Street, obliterates the rosy hues from the sunset. A full-on ghost infestation. It has to be. Everything points to it—except for the fact that I’m missing the ghost.
I pull out my phone. The battery life is currently at twenty-five percent. It was fifty only a few minutes ago. I should go look for Belinda, but this might be the only chance I have to let Malcolm know what’s going on.
Katy: I’m trapped inside the
