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Everyone screamed again. Including the ghost himself, although he appeared to do so just because he wanted to fit in.
Ryan let the idea meander around in his head. He waited for it to settle. Wondered if it might stay for a chat.
If somebody was going to kill him, Ryan kind of wanted it to be Roger.
Ryan’s nerves had fashioned his stomach into the kind of knot sailors use to tie aircraft carriers up to piers.
He stepped off the peak and the man behind him moved forward. They passed each other halfway, and Ryan caught the man’s face. It was round, and stern, and had a short, dark toothbrush mustache. He avoided Ryan’s gaze as he passed. Ryan said nothing, but he was fairly certain it was Hitler.
He was a specialist in doing things people could easily do themselves, and the market for those was small and shrinking.
Lowell sat back in his chair and tried to look angry, which was hard because he was angry and it was messing up his performance.
“This is the only thing I’ve ever been good at.” “But you’re not good at it.” “Well then this is the only thing I’ve ever been able to pretend to be good at.”
“Alright then. You’re a decisive man who knows what he wants. Or at least, a decisive man who knows he doesn’t want anymore what he wanted a few days ago. Let’s make you an appointment.”
It resembled a plan in the way that a heavy rock resembles a parachute: it gives you something to hold onto on the way to your doom, but it’s almost certainly not going to help.
She had condemned him to eternity in a dump with a broken snow globe so she could steal his apartment.
He had always assumed that she was some kind of junior medical assistant with a weekend’s cursory training in how to remove ghosts from people with dangerous high voltage equipment.
She looked at him in a way that made him think he had asked a stupid question. “That’s a stupid question,” she said. He was quietly pleased that he had learned to accurately read her expressions.
“Of course. I go to the bank all the time,” Lowell said, in a way that strongly suggested he didn’t.
