Chapter 35

“No, Archie. It was peaceful, your passing. And now you can be with Lucille.” Blake stressed his wife’s name so he would remember he had a reason to cross over. It was always easier when spirits wanted to go, even if they didn’t know how.

For long moments, Archie didn’t say a word and kept his gaze fixed on Lucille’s headstone. With each minute that passed, Blake felt the tension rise. Would Archie remember enough to let them lead him into the light? Blake could see it, just at the edge of his peripheral vision. What would they do if he didn’t want to go?

Archie suddenly straightened and looked around. “Where is it? The light? I can’t see it. I should be able to see it, shouldn’t I?”

Sam gestured to the right. “You will, Archie. When you get close. You’ll see it, and Lucille will be waiting on the other side.”

Archie looked in the direction Sam indicated, but he didn’t seem to see the light. That was the way with reluctant spirits. And ghostwalkers were always reluctant spirits.