Chapter 33

“Yeah. It’s a lot to take in.” Goose sat back down.

“I’m happy for Uncle Garret,” Tate said. “I’m totally accepting and hope he found love, forever love, happily ever after, but, um, I’m not interested in this Micha person. Sorry guys.”

“Oh.” Goose slouched, as if all the air was let out of his balloon of hope. “We can’t find him, anyway.”

“Could you?” I asked.

That put some air back in Goose’s balloon. “Yes! Like, put out an APB or something. Subpoena his phone records from the day he called into the show. You can’t ignore destiny…destiny or Heavenly forces. It’s the perfect meet cute story. ‘We met when we both called into a show about ghosts, because at the time, two angels had taken over our souls.’”

“I’m not feeling angelic,” Tate said, his curt edge returning, now.

“Fine. Still, if you can’t subpoena Micah’s, subpoena the TV studios, if not for you, for us, to get his number. Ping the cellphone towers, do something cop-ish.”