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possibly be hanging around the place?
    In any case, I can’t overlook the lipstick message or the fact that Ginny was injured. If I can’t somehow convince Sonia (or whomever) that I’m not dangerous, I’ll need to force her out. Either that or my effort to resurrect the Old Love is over.
    The question is, how? I’m in no position to be calling a minister or priest.
    Worse, the ghost who spoke is right. I can be lethal. I have killed once before.
    I take another swig of blood and notice that my caller ID is blinking. Ben Mueller. He didn’t leave a message.
    Why would Ben call here? Does he seriously think Ginny came home with me last night? It’s not like I’ve got any kind of rep with girls. Then again, he knows Ginny better than I do, and considering the way she kissed my neck. . . .
    Still, calling after the way they fought earlier, that’s stalker behavior. Maybe Sonia’s right to fret Ginny’s safety, only she’s worried about the wrong guy.

    The following evening, patrolling the theater hallway, I don’t hear any singing. I don’t step into a cold spot. I don’t see a fresh letter “S” written anywhere.
    Today I was the one who fetched refreshments. I also made some calls, ordered a regular shipment of candy, popcorn, and coke. Tonight I have to put Sonia to rest.
    Ginny comes bounding into the lobby at 7 P.M. sharp. She’s wearing a different white shirt, its sleeves down and buttoned at the wrists.
    â€œHow’s your arm?” I ask from the concession stand.
    Ginny shrugs. “It looked worse than it was.”
    â€œAnd Ben?” I press. “Has he bothered you again?”
    She glances at the front doors. “Not today.”
    It’s then that I hear Sonia whisper “murderer” in my ear again.
    â€œNo!” I exclaim. At Ginny’s expression, I add, “Not you.” I run a hand through my hair, frustrated. “I’m sorry, but you’re going to have to leave. We’re not opening tonight. There’s. . . . Someone’s here. This is going to sound crazy, but she’s a—”
    â€œGhost?” Ginny raises her scratched arm. “Yeah, I already figured out that much. And personally, I say we exorcise the bitch.”
    Wow. That was the last reaction I would’ve expected. I can’t help admiring Ginny’s bravery, though. Maybe we could have a future after all, if we’re willing to fight for it.
    I glance at my mom’s Bible, wrapped in a kitchen towel, on the concession counter. I don’t know whether I’ll burst into flames if I touch it. I don’t know what I’m
doing at all. Even though Sonia lashed out at Ginny, I can’t help having mixed feelings about taking her on. After all, I’m no innocent, and by all accounts, she used to be.
    â€œSeriously, let’s do it now.” Ginny takes a step in my direction, only to be violently shoved back by a whirlwind, a fierce wall of air, separating us.
    Candy and cups fly off the counter, splattering coke. A bloody slash appears on Ginny’s forehead. The crystal chandelier shakes and sways.
    â€œSonia!” I shout, trying to reach Ginny. “Sonia, please! Listen to me! You’re making a mistake! Don’t you see? You’re hurting her!”
    â€œMurderer!” returns Sonia’s voice, this time louder than mine. “Murderer!”
    â€œI—” Do I have to admit it? Is that what it’ll take? “I’m. . . .”
    Ginny is knocked onto her back. She struggles like she’s being choked by invisible hands. She kicks with both legs. Then she’s lifted, spun, and dropped again.
    I reach back for the Bible, letting go as pain flashes across my fingertips.
    I don’t understand. Sonia knows that I’m the monster. Why target Ginny, not me?
    For a split second, I wonder if Sonia is jealous, if the girls are fighting over me. But then Sonia