“I think it's working,” said Abraham Cadabra, shimmering as if he were behind frosted glass that hadn't quite set. “It was a pleasure to meet you all-l-l-l…”
* * *
“Do we have to?” said Stitches.
“Yes, I think you'll find that we do,” said Ollie.
“So you really think this is a good way to spend a Friday evening then?”
“Well, yes actually…” Ollie didn't finish his sentence. A confused look passed over his features.
“What's up, mate?” said Ronnie.
“I'm not sure,” said Ollie, stopping in the middle of the street and putting his hands on his hips.
“Well whatever it is,” said Stitches, “you don't want to be standing like that. Pink Leonard will be out and about soon. He'll assume you're giving him the come on.”
Pink Leonard was the ghost of Leonard Da Silva, who in life had been a full
