But that seemed almost as far-fetched as ghosts. Especially since Claire had had a conversation with his hallucination.
Edwin shut down his computer, no longer interested in seeing the picture of the dead boy who apparently—possibly—maybe haunted his car.
Half expecting some strange specter to jump out from behind every corner, and feeling wary of each shadow, he made his way from his office to the garage. He didn’t need the pressure, and he was sure that his blood pressure was rising by the second. He flipped on the light above the car, watching to see if the new light illuminated the lanky body of the young man who was haunting more than his car. But the Alfa Romeo was empty.
As it should be.