“This is too easy, it’s a trap,” said Jack, perched like a bird of prey on the headboard of Kat’s bed. “The Commissars are watching for people like us, trying something like this.”
“Who are the Commissars?” said Kat, thinking they sounded more like an 80s band than the ghost police.
“The Commissars stop the dead from interfering with the living,” said Jack.
“They’ve not come knocking on my door,” Kat said.
“Ignore him,” said Clint. “He’s just paranoid.”
“We don’t need to do anything but stand behind the other players. Nobody’s going to see or hear us. We don’t need any elaborate codes or anything,” said Fingers, standing by the window and looking too much in silhouette like the drone that had stalked Kat here. “It’s not a plan legends are made of, but it might improve our reputation.”
