Chapter 11Like I said, I was only gone a short while. The dead, even the sort of dead, rarely get asked for favors, and so they were all eager to help. I called for a dozen volunteers. I got double that. Meaning, she’d be doubly f****d, and we’d have to use up much less individual energy.
“What the…” said Max, the living room now swarming with the dead.
“We went about it all wrong last time, Max,” I told him. “We should have played to our strengths.”
“We can float through walls,” he said. “How would that have helped?”
I smiled. He was cute when he was confused. He was cute when he wasn’t confused, but he was even cuter now. “We’re dead, Max; we can haunt! And Bruce was able to travel with us, so it stood to reason that all of them could.”
“Genius,” he said, the proverbial lightbulb cl
