“One that I have found clings to certain spirits who’ve passed through here the way shadows adhere to the living.” My boss sighed and leaned against his chair. “You’re not going to be punished this time, Frost. I’ve been doing this long enough to know that most ghosts in the CCD eventually come to terms with their own reinvention as they help Scrooges find theirs. Just don’t do it again.”
I nodded, glancing down at my watch. My gaze lingered on the ticking second hand.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
It got louder.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
I opened my eyes and discovered a pigeon on the ledge outside my loft window, pecking at the glass. Pale pink and fading gray light caressed the whole apartment.
Marley rested in his basket—not asleep, trying to reposition himself. I whistled lightly to get his attenti
