Chapter 15

“Are you getting an image?”

“I don’t know.”

“He’s a redhead?”

Goose had started his drawing with a vague face shape and long, orange hair.

“Maybe he’s a relative,” I said.

“Good. Maybe.”

“I think I’m seeing something…vintage.”

“Like what era?” Goose asked.

“Hippie, peace and love, bellbottom denim, sweater vest, and…that thing.” I brought my hands to my throat. “A turtleneck.”

“Hmm. I kind of got that, too.”

“We tend to think alike.”

“Uh huh.” Goose kept drawing. “I hear a jingle.”

“Wedding bells?”

He took a break from his work to flash me a smile. “Maybe…softer, though.”

“Vintage, jingle, redhead…If I never go back to the pharmacy, we could get our own TV show, Ghost Detectives, or something.”

“We’ll do whatever you want.”

“All I have to do, now, is figure that out.”

“All we have to do right now is what we’re doing. It’s a sound I’ve heard a million times, one I should recognize.”