Chapter 44

Could I move off the grounds? Apparently not. I got to the edge of the parking lot behind the theater, took one step past it, and found myself back on the stage where I’d started. Sucky, yeah, but at least I wasn’t pinned to the spot where I’d died.

How can I find out who killed me? Eavesdrop on everyone? I sincerely doubted whoever it was would be bragging about it.

“It has to be someone who works here, though,” I said aloud, needing to hear the sound of a human voice. Well, once human, but still a voice, in my own ears. “I don’t see some visitor to the theater knowing how to get up to the lighting bridge, or knowing I was up there if they did. Someone would have noticed them if they were wandering around, and sent them on their way.”