“Vintage, jingle, redhead…If I never go back to the pharmacy, we could get our own TV show, Ghost Detectives, or something.”
“We’ll do whatever you want.”
“All I have to do, now, is figure that out.”
“All we have to do right now is what we’re doing. It’s a sound I’ve heard a million times, one I should recognize.”
“You’ll get it.”
“Eventually. Did you have relatives who passed in that era? An uncle?” Goose asked.
I wracked my brain. “I must have, a great uncle, maybe, but…”
“Okay. Concentrate…or empty your brain completely. What do I know? See if you can hear him again, feel him.”
It was a nice distraction, for sure, but I had my doubts. “David!” All at once, the name just came to me. “No. Not David…Davis.”
“Davis?”
“I think that’s his name. I don’t know if it’s his first or last
