“Ed, you know you might just be chasing a ghost. I, mean, it’s been six years.”
“I am aware.”
I sighed as I looked out the plane window. It was night and so there wasn’t much of a view. Somewhere below us were farms and swampland and I could just make out the lights of our destination: New Orleans. I knew it was probably a wild goose chase but I couldn’t help it. This was the closest I’d ever been to finding the woman who flitted through my thoughts like a ghost.
A ghost. How ironic was that?
Jacob didn’t know the half of it.
I still remembered the day I met her in the gambler’s den. She was desperately trying to get justice for her friend who had been killed and ironically it was at the behest of that friend’s ghost, not that I believed in spirits. Yet the more time I spent with
