Laure Donavan 2 - Ghouls Night Out (32 page)

“
In another time and place,
I would have made you forget all about the Callahan
chap.”

“
I know you would have.” I
smiled.

“
Off into the wild blue
yonder. Wish me luck. Mae, I’ll see you up there.”

“
You got it, gorgeous.” Mae
blew him a kiss.

“
See you later, alligator,”
Anthony said, then turned to face the wall opposite us.

The light appeared again. It came from
the same spot at the top of the wall—a bright, white light
streaming all the way to the ground. He stepped into the glow and
this time, it zapped him up so quickly, my eyes barely had time to
register it. It happened that way for the ones with a lot of
energy.

Now it was just Mae and me.

“
Well, that’s that. What do
we do now? Frankly, I’m glad we got rid of those two,” Mae
said.

“
What? What are you talking
about? I thought you were going, too?”

“
No, I just said that to
get those two to go.”

“
But you have to go
now.”

“
Darling, if I’ve learned
anything about the afterlife, it’s that I don’t have to do anything
I don’t want to. There’s nothing to worry about now.”

“
So you’d rather just roam
around a place where you can’t talk to anyone and they can’t talk
to you?”

“
What do you mean? I can
talk to you, can’t I?”

“
Frankly, I’d get tired of
talking to me, if I were you.”

She laughed. “See, that’s why it’s not
so bad. Your sense of humor.”

“
You’re afraid of the
light, aren’t you? You like to play the tough cookie, but sometimes
you’re the soft chewy kind of cookie.”

“
That’s one of the worst
metaphors I’ve ever heard.”

I quirked a brow. “Sorry.”

“
Don’t worry about it. Ah,
I’m just messing with you, darling. I’ll go. Thank you for an
entertaining time. Truth be told, I was worried about the kid. I’m
glad you got him to cross over.”

“
You were good to stay with
him. But that’s why you stayed?”

“
He needed
someone.”

“
Things have a way of
working out, don’t they?” I asked.

“
You do good, Larue. Keep
up the good work.”

The light appeared again. Brighter
than I’d ever seen it. Sparkling like a diamond. Silence filled the
air. Everything seemed frozen in time except for Mae as she moved
toward the bright light.

When she neared the end of the beam,
she turned and said, “Why don’t you come up and see me sometime?”
She wiggled her eyebrows and shifted her hips back and
forth.

I laughed. And with that, she turned
toward the light and began walking. The light grew brighter, as if
the more it pulled her into it, the more intense it became; her
energy was feeding it. As Mae neared the beam, I placed my hand to
my eyes, shielding them from the brilliant glow. Then the glow was
gone. Silence surrounded me. The ghosts were gone…and I felt as if
someone had punched me in the stomach. Sure, they were a pain in
the butt, but I’d miss them.

***

I stared at Callahan stretched across
my bed fast asleep. So now what? I’d gotten the guy and sent the
ghosts on their way. To say that I was blissfully happy was an
understatement. I tiptoed out of bed and across the hardwood floor,
grabbing my robe. Callahan had wanted pancakes and, even though I
wasn’t the best cook, I couldn’t wait to surprise him with a big
stack of yummy pancakes.

The house was quiet as I walked from
the bedroom to the foyer. No ghosts for a change. Somehow, I had a
feeling it wouldn’t stay quiet for long. Before I made it into the
living room, a loud rap rattled the front door. Mindy stood on my
front porch. I ran over and opened the door and Mindy burst
through.

“
Larue, you have to help
me. I think there’s a ghost in my house. Unlike you, I don’t do
ghosts.”

Great. Who would this one
be?

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