Kurt wasn’t with his body. He had no desire to see it again, and for sure he didn’t want to be there when the coroner performed the autopsy, if that was going to happen.
He had left the ambulance moments after it had pulled up to the building housing the morgue.
Now what? Where can I go? Home?
He glanced down at his bare feet and legs and realized something that hadn’t hit him until that moment. He was naked—and needed to do something about it.
So home it is, though that could be a problem. I don’t have my keys. He smiled dryly. I am a ghost. I guess that means I don’t need them. I can walk through walls, or so I’ve read in stories about them…us. Damn it!
The morgue was several miles from Kurt’s home and the idea of walking there did not appeal to him. He saw a bus stop and decided, s
