The walls were painted institutional beige with black scuffs where trolleys had battered into them. Kat moved quietly down the concrete corridor, the three ghosts followed. Each of them was looking out for trouble. This was the riskiest part of the whole enterprise as they were most exposed here. The charms from Melchior kept the ghosts hidden from Melchior’s detectors, and Amy had taken care of the cameras. All it took was a bus boy with dishes, or a security guard nipping out for a fag break, and they’d need to move to Plan B and neutralise the problem before it escalated. Kat could probably bluff her way out – new staff lost on her first shift – made much easier thanks to Jack’s quick sleight of hand, so long as no one looked at the photo. She was pretty much the complete opposite in ev
