My phone chimed with a text from Cass: Probably not?

It took my brain several backflips to remember what in the world I'd asked her. Oh, right. Are ghosts the murdery type?

I voice-to-texted her back: Any way you can meet me at the public library in ten minutes?

It's Sunday. They're closed, right?

Not for us. (winky face)

I feel so special! *twirls* See you in ten.

It was now twilight of the longest birthday of my life, the dipping sun casting ...