Simon Green: Ghost of a Chance

“If someone, or some group, is making deals with the Outer Forces, and neither of our organisations know anything about it,” said Happy, frowning deeply, “then I would say we are all officially in deep doo doo.”

“But if they did know anything, do you think our lords and masters would tell us?” said Natasha. “Something for us all to think about . . . Now, Erik and I really must be on our way, darlings. Things to see, people to do, you know how it is. Busy busy busy. Bye-bye, sweeties. Let’s not do this again sometime.”

Natasha Chang strode away, with Erik Grossman scurrying after her, and JC and his people watched them go until they were completely out of sight. And only then did they relax.

“I think the competition just got that little bit fiercer,” said Happy. “If there really is some great secret up for grabs, whoever gets to it first will have a major advantage over the other.”

“Let the Boss worry about it,” said Melody. “I’m not paid enough to worry that much.”

“But we have a distinct advantage,” said JC. “We have a ghost on our team! Everyone knows the dead see many things that are hidden from the living. Which means we have a much better chance of finding out what’s really going on!”

“Yes,” said Kim. “The ghost of a chance.”

JC and Kim walked off together, doing their best to walk arm in arm, leaving Happy and Melody to pack up the equipment.

“If I’m entirely made up of ectoplasm,” Kim said thoughtfully, “and I can change my appearance at will . . . then I should be able to change a lot more than my clothes. So, JC, what do you think? Would you like my boobs a bit bigger?”

“Size isn’t everything,” JC said solemnly. “On the other hand; can you do a nurse’s outfit?”