Jassy
“Just so you know,” I said as I worked away at the label on the beer bottle, this time just a plain ol' crappy domestic, “I want the Wolf dead. Tommy's ghost ain't gonna rest till I put that man in the ground.”
Karl laughed a little, but not with his eyes. “Ghost, huh?”
“What?” I asked. “You live in New Orleans and don't believe in ghosts?”
“Went to a voodoo thing once, when I was younger. Not my scene.”
“Well, that ain't mine, neither. Biting the heads off chickens and drinking blood?” I shook my head. “Nah. But, still ghosts are real. Even if you don't believe in them, they still haunt you every day of your life.”
“Maybe you should just call them memories, then?” Karl asked.
“Maybe,” I admitted. “But ghosts or memories, might as well be the same thing to me. I don't really s
