Chapter 2
“I think he could use our help.”
The words penetrated my foggy mind. I opened my eyes to early morning sunshine and knew I must have slept, which surprised me. What surprised me even more were the two men I saw a few feet away, looking directly at me. Okay, not precisely men, I realized. I could see the roof through them, hazy but there.
“You…you’re ghosts, too?” I asked, afraid they were, at the same time I was praying they were.
“Yep,” the older one replied. He was wearing worn jeans and a muscle shirt. The younger one had on jeans, too, but a nicer pair, plus a T-shirt under a plain blue work shirt. “Name’s Brody,” the older on said. “This is Jon.” He put his arm around the shoulders of the younger ghost.
“I’m Tonio,” I told them, getting to my feet.
“How long dead?” Bro
