"Whoa," Harry said, holding his hands up as if he were surrendering to Castro's army. "You might be charged with murder. You can’t just go around killing people, ya know. Besides, we don’t know where Mary is right now."
I shot him a warning look. "Don’t you start with me." I knew perfectly well that if I were going to be caught, Harry would know already. And somehow I knew that he knew I wouldn’t be caught. (This stuff is just too weird for words.) He’d already seen it. Good thing neither of us have criminal minds or he and I would make a killing on horseracing or at the casinos. Honesty really does have its drawbacks.
Mary’s ghost pointed out the window to the busy street. I moved to look where Mary was pointing. Sure enough, there, walking down the cracked sidewalk, was the very much a
