I laughed. “Not sure it works that way.”
“You never know.”
I pulled the first drawer to the right. It was mostly office supplies. I opened the one beneath it and revealed a long file cabinet. Named folders filled the rectangular space.
“What do we have here?” I yanked one out that was labeled XAVIER BIBB. “Looks like our friend Truck was keeping tabs on his fellow show mates.”
Ruth left her station by the door. “You don’t say.”
“Nope. Truck had all his besties’ Hollywood contact information. Names, phone numbers, apparently he even knew what Xavier’s deal was for his new project.”
I slipped it back into the slot and noticed one labeled STARLIGHT ENTERTAINMENT. I flipped it open and found a multi-page contract between Truck and the company.
“Looks like Truckie boy is getting his own show. Signed the papers today.”
Ruth’s brows rose to peaks.
His voice drifted from the hall. “Are y’all done, yet? I need to use the bathroom.”
Ruth and I exchanged a worried look. “Not yet. We need a few more minutes. Can you hold it?”
Ruth stifled a laugh. I shrugged. What? He could hold it.
“Yes, but only for a couple of minutes. I gotta go real bad.”
Ruth covered her mouth. I rubbed tears from my eyes and returned to the folder. “He’s even got one on Slick.”
“What’s it say?” Ruth whispered. She stalked over as I spread it on the desk. “It looks like our good friends Truck and Slick both sold the rights of their image to Xavier. Looks like they were trying to get those rights back, but Xavier wasn’t letting it happen.”
“What are you doing?”
Truck’s voice threw me. I dropped the paper I was holding and scrambled to get them all back in the file folder. “Um. The spirit got out and decided to throw folders out of your desk drawers.”
His dark gaze drilled a hole right through my spine. “Get out. Both of you.” His voice rose to nearly a yell. “All of you. Right now. Get out of my house.”
He stalked toward the desk. Truck lifted his arm as if he was going to backhand me. But he stopped himself and took a deep breath. He grabbed the box of water balloons and shoved it toward me.
“Take your ghost with you.”
I grabbed the box and followed Ruth, who was hightailing it out the door. Alice stood in the hallway. I shot her awhat-happenedlook. She didn’t speak until we were out the door.
“He said he had to go. Before I knew it, Truck was storming down the hall. I opened my mouth to warn y’all, but he was already in the office.”
I gritted my teeth. “There isn’t a bathroom in the office.”
“Oh,” Alice said, rubbing her cheek. “I didn’t think about that.”
The three of us stood on the sidewalk. “How’re we supposed to get home?” Alice whined.
A black sedan slid up alongside us. The passenger window hummed down.
“Well, ladies, I hear y’all have had an eventful evening.”
Why was it I’d only encountered Sheriff Kency Blount a couple of times but already she rubbed me the wrong way? Sort of like she had something to prove being a female sheriff in a small Southern town.
Nope, nothing to prove there.
“We had a wild evening, Sheriff,” Alice said with an enthusiasm that bordered on insanity. “We caught a ghost.”
