Chapter 45

"You know what, Gus?" I began, but paused to analyse my thoughts.

"Get on with what you want to say, Santo," Gusty G demanded.

"Oh, right. I find it strange that you don't have an inkling as to who could have possibly wanted you dead and why."

"Hm, I know the mafia is involved. But, 'the why' is what I don't know yet," the ghost guy revealed.

By this time, I was laying on my back on the humongous bed with one leg crossed against the other. With Belinda not around, I should enjoy an overly sleepy night. But sleep was far from me. You want to know why? I was harbouring a lot of thoughts in my mind that hindered me from terminating the conversation with Gusty G, so I can get some sleep.