The guy barely nods, but Luca doesn’t seem to care. He turns back to me, his eyes glinting with mischief. “So, what’s the plan? We hunt this ghost down, shake them up a bit, and make them spill their spectral secrets?”
I smirk despite myself. “Yeah, something like that. Let’s see if we can find out anything useful about that key. Maybe there’s a ghost bored enough to chat.”
“Or rant,” Luca adds with a wink. “Old ghosts love a good rant. Especially the ones who think they’re still living in the 1800s.”
“And you’d know how?”
“Ah—” he cracks a grin. “Good old Humphrey ranted about it one day.”
“Oh, I see.”
We grab our coffees, and Luca leads the way out, holding the door open with an exaggerated flourish. I roll my eyes at him but can’t help the smile tugging at my lips.
As we make our
