Chapter 22
Two days off from work, calling in sick, and then Beau had to work up the courage to go back in. He wasn’t sure what he’d do if he didn’t go back to work; have to pay Tiffany back an ungodly sum of money came to mind, and it still wasn’t enough to motivate him.
It was one thing, he realized, to be faced with imminent peril in a dark alley. That was one sort of fear, the immediate fear for life and limb, which sometimes got lost in the bigger picture of adrenaline and excitement. Being attacked wasn’t fun, but it certainly didn’t give a body much time to mull it over, either. Then there was a creeping, brooding sort of fear; the fear of what would happen next, and that particular ghost was haunting Beau all through the weekend and the two days after while he recovered and reste
