Hunting for GravesWith daylight came a tormented calm, a head fuzzy from lack of sleep and a body stiff in places it shouldn't be: neck, hip, small of back and one ankle.
I shifted and sat up straight. The windscreen was fogged. Using my arm, I swiped away the mist on the side window. The rain had gone, the ground was damp and there were small puddles here and there. Before I got out of the car, I studied my neck in the rear vision mirror. The bruising was plain to see.
My first thought was that I would pack up and stay at Paco's. But that would mean defeat. Whoever those ghosts were they had no right to occupy my home. I held on to the practicalities and a strong impulse to protect my home, taking umbrage at the potential damage to my person and my property that a bad-tempered ghost cou
