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ball juice, hot milk — any of those will work, but no one says sperm, Grayson. It makes you sound old.”  
    “Jesus Christ, Brad! What’s wrong with you?”  
    “Cock vomit,” he said.
    Courtney ignored Brad’s vulgarity, and told him what the girls said about the janitor.  
    “Well that sounds like a lead,” he said. “So I take it we’re on our way to go find Mr. Mopup?”  
    “Yes,” Courtney said. “His name is Mr. Gellar. If we can’t find him sweeping up at Saint Ursula, then I suggest we go to his residence since he’s our best lead and I’d love to put this to bed.”  
    “Yeah,” Brad nodded. “ME, too. Let’s get going.” He pulled the hat lower on his head so the feather pointed straight in front of him.
    “Do you have to wear that? I mean the hat, too?”  
    “Yup,” Brad said. “It matches.” He paused, then turned to Courtney. “Unless you want me to go naked?”  
    “Leave it on,” she said.  

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CHAPTER 5 — Brad Hammer

    Brad was relieved that Courtney had abandoned her questioning so quickly   but had to wonder if it was because she believed him, or because she didn’t.  
    If trust was MIA between them, everything else would crumble in its wake. Even though he knew that, and would never do anything to jeopardize his relationship with Courtney on purpose, at least if not for the Red Breath inside him, the vapor was thick in his blood. Brad couldn’t help being an asshole.  
    He had to stop lying. The worst thing he could do would be to continue down his current path. If he didn’t stop soon he would end up in the same cycle was before, likely finding himself back at Adeline’s a few houses down, banging a waitress that was just good looking enough — and with a tight enough pussy — to make him willing to tolerate some of the world’s worst dirty talk.  
    They looked for Gellar in the storage room, but the janitor wasn’t there. Everything seemed neat and orderly and smelled of Pine-Sol. Gellar was apparently anal to the extreme. Every shelf was neatly lined with cleaning supplies, with every row exactly even with the one behind it, every label facing front.  
    “Wow,” Brad said, pointing at the supplies. “Even if this guy isn’t our ghost jacker, I still think he needs help.”  
    “No shit,” Courtney said, barely paying attention as she looked around the tiny room.
    Brad said, “What exactly are we looking for?”  
    Courtney ran a finger along the wall then brought it to her eyes, apparently saw nothing, then turned to Brad. “I’m not sure. I guess anything to show us that this is our guy. Whatever the ghost is doing in the locker room, he’s not doing it in here.”  
    “Maybe he doesn’t want to shoot spoo in his sacred space.” Brad laughed.  
    Courtney ignored him. “He’s the one who has to clean it all up, though,” she said. “Why would he want to do that?”  
    “Maybe it’s part of the ritual? Maybe he likes to clean up his own sperm?” Brad laughed before he finished saying the word sperm.
    “I don’t see it,” Courtney said. “Wouldn’t that just feel like more of his job?”  
    “Maybe,” Brad said. “Maybe not. I knew a guy once who was obsessed with his cum. He would jack off three times a day just to drink it. I walked in on him one time, he was totally upside down, trying to jack off into his mouth. Fucker finished right when I was walking in. He scooped that goo right off his face and into his mouth.”  
    Courtney rolled her eyes, but Brad went on anyway.
    “He even told me he sometimes liked to order shit from restaurants, then go to the bathroom, make some secret sauce, then drizzle it on his food and eat it in front of everyone.”
    Courtney stared at Brad, shaking her head. “That’s my story, Hammer. Not yours. And it was Ricky Barnes, the kid who ate that mutagen and could cum like 20 times a day. He told us about the restaurant food when we questioned him together, and I walked in on