Kurt knew he’d eventually have to do something other than lying on his bed feeling sorry for himself while trying to figure out what he could do to prove George had murdered him.
He got up, smiling ruefully as he looked down. At least I don’t have to worry about anyone seeing me in all my naked glory. It didn’t keep him from wishing he could put on some clothes. Ghosts must be able to move things, at least according to all the stories I’ve read and seen. I wonder how long it takes for that to happen. He hoped it was sooner than later.
Leaving his apartment, and the building, the way he’d gotten in, he stood on the front sidewalk, trying to decide whether to walk the ten blocks to George’s place or catch a bus. For damned sure I can’t drive there, even if I had my keys.
He decided to wal
