“Hah!” said Dane, leaning in toward Sean, who rolled his eyes.
“What I cook is more nourishing.” He had a sip of coffee. “If you gloat too much, Dane, I’ll stop helping you out in the kitchen.”
“You’re really scaring me, professor.”
“The sarcasm’s not doing you any favors.” Sean paused. “So…are you leaving all your equipment up tonight, too?”
Rob glanced at the other SIPS, all seemingly mulling this over. Normally, someplace like this, they would. But Ned’s promise of having scrambled their evidence was legit—Chris had been fuming before breakfast that all they’d been left with appeared to be the cockwaffle footage—and it was clear the ghost wouldn’t be any more cooperative tonight. Rob was ready to call it quits.
“I think we got what we came for,” said Edward, both Liam and Tana nodd
