Page 43 of Property of Bob

“Yes.”

“Cool.”

I glanced at him. That sounded sincere. “Thanks.”

Pull walked toward the RV. He held up a hand before I reached the door. “Give me a second.”

I stopped. “What?”

“Need to check it,” he explained.

“Check it for what?”

Pull looked at me. “This is part of the deal of you being out here, doll.”

I sighed. “Right. Don’t answer questions.”

His mouth twitched. “Just let me look.”

I held both hands up. “Have at it.”

At this point, I knew I was lucky they were letting me out here at all. I dug my keys from my pocket and handed them to him.

Pull unlocked the door and stepped inside.

I stayed beside Wannabe. He wasn’t looking at the RV. He was looking everywhere else.

Toward the road. Then the trees. Then the edge of the parking lot.

I watched him for a few seconds. “What are you looking for?”

“Nothing.”

“That is a lie.”

He glanced at me.

“Prime did the same thing last night,” I said. “You guys are always looking around.”

Wannabe shoved his hands into his pockets. “Habit.”

“From what?”

He looked toward the trees again.

I waited.

Finally, he shrugged. “Ghosts.”

I stared at him.

“What?”

“Ghosts.”

I looked toward the haunted house. Then back at him. “You’re fucking with me.”

“Maybe.” He glanced over his shoulder. “Or not.”