Page 41 of Property of Bob

Prime answered before she could. “No.”

Shay rolled her eyes. “I could.”

“No,” Prime repeated.

I laughed.

She pointed at me. “See? It’s not just you.”

I followed Pull and Wannabe away from the clubhouse.

For the first minute, nobody said anything.

Pull walked on my left while Wannabe was a few steps ahead. Both of them seemed relaxed, but I noticed their eyes moving constantly.

I shoved my hands into the pockets of my jeans.

“So, Wannabe?”

He looked back. “Yeah?”

“That’s actually what everyone calls you?”

“Unfortunately.”

Pull laughed.

Wannabe flipped him off.

“There’s a story there?” I asked.

“Yeah.”

“You going to tell me?”

“No,” Wannabe grunted.

“Apparently, that’s another club thing.”

Pull glanced at me. “What’s that?”

“Not answering questions.”

He glanced to the left. “You get used to it.”

I groaned.

Wannabe laughed. “Somebody already tell you that?”

“More than once.”

We came around the side of the haunted house, and it looked pretty normal. I looked toward the building. Even in daylight, the thing was creepy. “I take it this place is pretty busy at night?”

“During season?” Pull asked. “Pretty much.”

I looked toward the haunted house again. “And the club runs all of this?”

“Haunted house. Ghost boat tours. Some other shit,” Wannabe said.