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“What if he can’t find George,” Kurt said to Brody. “How will Mike be able to prove he killed me?”
“He’s a great detective. He’ll figure it out, with our help.”
“Your help?”
Brody nodded. “I was a cop, too, way back when, before some punk shot me. I know what to look for, the same as Mike does.”
“That gives me hope, I guess.” Kurt sighed. “It’s not that I want to go, well, wherever. I kind of like it here, but…”
“Being a ghost sucks,” Jon said. “I thought so too, at the beginning. It’s really not so bad and there are some perks, like free movies.”
It took Kurt a second to figure out what he meant. Then, he chuckled. “It gives a whole new meaning to sneaking into the theater.”
“Bingo. By the way, I gather when you were killed you were skinny-dipping.”
Kurt nodded, feeling embarrassed, again. “Does that mean I’ll be naked until I move on? I mean, is what you’re wearing what you died in?”