“Let’s go over this again,” I address Billy, ignoring Corinne’s earlier question. “What can you remember?”
He bites down on his tongue, squinting his eyes in concentration. After a few minutes, a rush of air expels from his lungs. “Not a damn thing.”
My hands run roughly down my face.
“Don’t smear your makeup,” Lanie scolds, batting my hands away. “Now you’ve gone and done it. I’m going to have to fix your right eye before you head to Nick’s.”
“I’m not going to Nick’s until I’m thoroughly prepared.”
Lanie’s head lolls back on her shoulders. “We’ve been over this. You have to. Besides, you look smoking hot. It’s the perfect night. You might even get a date out of it.”
Lanie and her matchmaking know no bounds.
“Why is everyone talking about declarations of love and dates? I’m not in the market for any of that.”
“Who said anything about love? I was simply suggesting a good romp.”
“Who even says ‘romp’?”
“Leave her alone, Lane. She’s not trying to seduce him,” Nina chastises.
Lanie smacks her lips together. “Maybe she should.”
I shake my head and close my eyes to ward off a headache. “There will be no seduction. Ever. I’m not interested in men.”
Billy’s eyes widen, and a mischievous grin spreads across his smarmy face. “You switched teams? That could go a long way in changing my opinion of you.”
“You’re a pig,” I snap, crossing my arms over my chest. “I’m not interested inanyone. I’m perfectly content being single.”
“I really wish I could hear what he says,” Corinne muses, still searching the sleuth sites. “Seems to have a knack for getting a rise out of you.”
“He’s a menace.” I gnash my teeth together, giving myself an internal pep talk to woosah and ignore them all.
It’s no use; Lanie won’t be deterred easily.
“Regardless, you need to speed up the process of getting these ghosts gone. It won’t happen with you sitting on your hands over here.”
“She’s not ready. Let’s move on.”
I nod, offering my most brilliant smile to my supportive bestie. “Thank you, Nina.”
She turns on me quickly. “I didn’t say I agreed with you.” She levels me with a look that warns that I won’t like what she’s about to say. “All the talk of dates aside, you should be having this conversation with him. Tonight.” I make a face, somewhere between a grimace and glower. “Don’t look at me like that,” she scolds. “If it were Garrett stuck on earth, needing someone’s help, would you want them to do differently?”
I grind my teeth, hating it when Nina gets all wise. Next, she’s going to be spouting off that it’s my moral obligation to assist the dead.
“The sooner we uncover something of use, the sooner we can usher Billy off to hell,” Lanie says, earning a wide smile from me.
Billy huffs an annoyed laugh, launching into a diatribe on the subject of hell and his insistence he won’t be heading anywhere but north.
“Is he almost done with his babbling?” Jackson groans.
“Doubtful.” I glance over Corinne’s shoulder. “Anything of use?”
She taps her fingers on the table, leaning closer to the monitor. “Did the truck happen to hit him at all?”
I glance over to Billy in question. His eyelids lower and his tongue sticks out as he thinks. The moment he lands on something useful is obvious with the gloating grin that spreads over his face. “Yeah. His fender hit my front driver side when he sideswiped me.”
My eyes go wide in disbelief. “His?”
