19
Myla
I ride along in the limo, pondering ways to discover Peli’s ghoul. Then it happens.
Boing.
Boing.
Boing.
The stretch of leather seat beside me starts to shimmy. It’s not a constant thing, more of a pulse. Tilting my head, I inspect the limo. It’s not like there’s a big sign here saying, new boingy butt warmers installed. Still, the strange sensation continues.
Boing.
Boing.
Boing.
An orange haze appears on the seat beside me. Peli materializes. And the little bugger is jumping. Okay, that explains a lot.
“Hello, Peli. Give me back my binder.” I glare in a way that says, this is me, not kidding around.
The little monkey jumps a few more times before replying. “No.”
“What do you want for it?”
“There is nothing you can offer that will change my mind. A special ghoul is h
