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guns and I’ll be back for you. And next time I won’t be so friendly.”
    Brutus let him go, and Richard back-stepped to a chair then sat, holding his neck. After the immense and formidable ghost dissolved into thin air, the last thing Dianne saw of the strange intruders was a sleek, black and silver 1925 Rolls Royce Phantom burning rubber out of the driveway. She got a good look at the license plate: Ghst Grd.

TWO
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    “ YOU THINK YOU’RE PRETTY CUTE, don’t you?” Abby kept her eyes on the road. She didn’t like it when Rev drove. Made her nervous as hell, considering his track record. Literally.
    “I don’t know what you mean,” in the driver’s seat, Rev kept his spectral visage cool and emotionless. His semi-transparent hands were relaxed and loose on the wheel. “Just doing my job.”
    “Your job? You call that your job? We had one mission and one mission only. That was to find and eliminate the ghost gun, not seduce the hostess.”
    “Hey , you do it your way, I’ll do it mine.”
    “Your way seems to keep getting us in trouble. If it wasn’t for Brutus and me saving your sorry butt, we never would’ve completed the mission. Once again we have to come to your rescue.”
    “Speaking of,” Rev peered in the back. Ruby hung in a n ethereal mist over the bench seat, listening intently. But no Brutus. “Where is the big fella, anyway?”
    On cue, the hulking apparition formed into existence, seated in his rightful place beside Ruby. He looked like he always did —storm clouds constantly on the move, shifting and rolling in perpetual motion.
    “Good to have you with us, Brutus,” Rev said, then returned his attention to his driving. He waved a translucent hand in front of the dash, and the custom sound system came alight, Frank Sinatra’s husky baritone crooning poignantly:
     
    I'll be loving you Always
    With a love that's true Always
     
    Rev sang along with the radio:
    “When the things you've planned
    Need a helping hand
    I will understand Always.”
    Abby blinked twice, then hit the Off button on the stereo unit.
    “Hey!” he protested. “ I like that song,” he glanced at her affectionately. “It could be our song, you know?”
    “Don’t you change the subject ,” she ignored the come-on. “You nearly screwed up the whole operation with your little Romeo routine. This isn’t the first time you’ve done this, either. You know how physical contact affects you guys. And don’t get me started on how draining sex is for you. Rev, you should’ve seen yourself. You were exhausted. There for a while, all you were doing was getting in the way!”
    “I recovered, didn’t I?” Rev looked straight out the windshield, his image becoming more visible in the dark. “Face it, Abby. The operation was floundering. I got our foot in the door. I uncovered the location of the gun.”
    “Yeah, because that asshole was trying to shoot you with it.”
    “That’s beside the point. The point is, my methods work. No matter how much you hate them, they work. That’s why I do it. You think I like seducing women all the time?”
    “Actually, yes.”
    He looked at her, but only for a moment. Then he refocused on the street ahead.
    “Well, you’re wrong. Dead wrong. It’s just a tactic. A tool in my toolbox. And it happens to work quite well.”
    “Oh, does it ?” she raised her eyebrow.
    “Are you trying to embarrass me?” he said. “One of these days you’re gonna learn that you can’t embarrass a ghost.”
    “And one of these days you’re gonna learn to appreciate me a little more,” she glared out the windshield, alarmed at the reckless way Rev changed lanes. “Slow down!” she clicked on the seatbelt. “Why are you driving, anyway? Who signed off on this?”
    “ Relax. You’re in good hands. If you don’t recall, I was a Grand Prix driver in my time. A damn swell one too.”
    “Oh, yeah?” she snickered. Ruby giggled along with her.