Chapter 15

This afternoon, on day two of being a ghost, they were on a mission. Shane needed a girlfriend. Or a boyfriend. Though he didn’t want to, he was back to work, managing his little section of the blackjack tables. He looked much better than he had the first night, but Stella and Lucky watched him interacting with his dealers and knew they had to hurry up. Shane didn’t know how to be alone. In fact, he was very, very bad at it. He liked to imagine he was self-sufficient, but they knew better. His tough reaction to their deaths was simply more proof of it.

“So where do you think we should start?” Stella scanned the rows of slot machines, her gaze jumping from body to body to body. “Employees or tourists?”

“Hmm, that’s a good question. The tourists aren’t likely material for any long-term relationships. But if we set him up with an employee, and it doesn’t work out, things could get awkward.”