Chapter 21
“You don’t gotta hover, I’m not going without him,” said Dane, glaring at Ned.
The ghost was making passes around Sean’s living room, probably bored with how much he’d been forced to hang around doing nothing while Dane sobered up from the Hellucinogen. Dane reached forward and grabbed the drink he’d poured himself, trying not to worry Sean wasn’t back yet. He wasn’t still on campus; Dane had checked for his car before leaving.
“If you’re so worried why don’t you go find him?”
“Unlike you,” said Ned, “Sean is less likely to put himself in a difficult situation.”
“f*****g ghost.” Dane had another drink. “I don’t need your protective shit.”
“You need somebody’s.” Ned descended to the floor as the garage door opened.
Sean entered cradling a lumpy Chip, bloodstain on his shir
