Amanda snorted, causing him to look at her, surprise registering on his gaunt, unshaven features. "Milt, I'm not here to kill you. I'm here to help Lucy and Gib Dark."
Milt shifted his bottom in his wheelchair. "Gib? Lucy? They're—"
"Dead," she finished for him. "Yes, they are, but their ghosts are very much still around, and they don't want to be around, for lack of a better term that would make some sense to a layperson such as yourself."
Milt had stopped shaking, the fear beginning to dissipate. "Sorry, I don't follow..."
She nodded and moved to sit on the single bed facing him. "Gib claims you killed his wife, Lucy. I need to know if you did." She leaned toward him, her eyes on his. "It's just that easy." Now that she was closer, she detected the sour smell of sweat coming from Mil
