Page 50 of A Ghost’s Guide to Haunting a Witch

“Don’t get used to it.” Roy leaned forward again, interest returning. “So, this ghost then. What does he want?”

Augustine hesitated. “He thinks he was murdered.”

Roy’s eyebrows shot up. “Murdered?”

“Yes.”

“And he’s come to you — why? You’re hardly Benoit Blanc.”

Augustine shifted. “He, uh, had my card in his pocket.”

Roy frowned slightly. “Do you mean your business card?”

“Yes.”

Roy grimaced. “Well, that was convenient. I didn’t realize you were slipping your cards into corpse’s pockets these days. If you want to drum up business, Augustine, there are better places than the morgue.”

Augustine ignored that. “He wants my help with his girlfriend.” She swallowed over the last word, ignoring the knot of pain it seemed to open in her chest.

“Oh right, the girlfriend. Hot guy’s girlfriend. The girlfriend whose body you borrowed for a field trip across space and time. That girlfriend?”

She winced. “That’s the one. He thinks she might be in danger.”

“Why?”

“Because if someone murdered him . . .” Augustine trailed off.

Roy finished the thought quietly. “Ah. He’s worried they might go after her, too.”

“Exactly.”

Roy drummed his fingers lightly on the arm of his chair. “Well, during your little jaunt into her body, did you learn anything useful about her?”

Augustine hesitated, before shaking her head. “No. Not really.”

“I don’t know if I believe that — you were inside her head.”

“I was inside a moment,” Augustine corrected. “A memory. I saw them meet.”

Roy leaned forward again. “And?”

“And nothing,” Augustine said helplessly. “It was just a Halloween party. She was dressed as a cat. He caught her when she tripped out of a lift.”

Roy blinked. “That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

“You didn’t hear her name or see where she lives? Didn’t get anything useful at all?”

“Not really.” Augustine paused. “Actually, she has a sister.”

“Did you recognize her?”

She shook her head. “No. She was dressed in a costume, with a mask on her face. And the lighting in the party was low.”

“Mood lighting.” Roy nodded thoughtfully. “A necessary evil. Bad lighting has ruined better people than us. Anything else then?”

Augustine thought again. “She hates cats.”