Chapter 8It was Saturday evening and the ghosts were spread around the living room at George Neville’s, or as he was calling himself now, Norman Garrett’s apartment. Kurt, because there was nothing he could do but listen, stood beside the door to the hallway.
“At least here, I’ll know when he’s coming. That way I can be prepared.”
Tonio had nodded, giving him a thumbs-up. “Breathe deeply and remember he’s no one, a non-entity.”
Brody laughed. “I think non-entity is us.”
Right after they’d arrived at the apartment, Brody and Jon had moved a few things around. Brody got a cup from the kitchen, placing it upside-down on the corner of the coffee table. Jon had broken the glass on one of George’s family portraits asking rhetorically, “I wonder why he kept these.” Then he put it in the middl
