“Too bad they don’t have any jamocha shakes here, though.”
He nodded vigorously, the slightest of moans escaping from his lips. “We already agreed this place wasn’t perfect.”
“Well,” I said, “at least that explains that unfinished business of mine. Someone murdered me. Maybe that person needs to be brought to justice in order for me to go poof. Or maybe I just need to know who did it.”
“You want to investigate your murder from Arby’s, Nord? Doesn’t seem an easy task.”
I shrugged. “Not like I have much else to do.” I grabbed his hand; I had that to do. Maybe this place was perfect, after all. I tended to doubt I’d grow tired of doing that, I mean. “What about you, Max? What’s your unfinished business? Your life was cut short. But what can you do about that now? If they find a cure for L
