Aaron shook his head. “Don’t remember. Don’t even know the date.”
“I can look it up.” Curtis wrote himself a reminder. “Are your parents still living?”
“They were five years ago.”
“And their names?” His pen hovered over the suspect list, waiting.
“Walter and Mary Carmichael. What are you doing?”
“Creating a list of everyone you knew back then,” Curtis said carefully. “And your siblings?”
Aaron hesitated, but then with a nod said, “Colton’s the oldest, then my sister is, Marianne, and my younger brother is Zane.”
Curtis wrote them all down. He yawned. He could barely believe he was this sleepy while talking to a ghost. He should be wired.
Aaron smiled. “Why don’t you go to bed? We’ve talked enough for now.”
“Are you sure? What if—”
“When you wake up I’m no more?”
He nodded.