Ghostfinders 02 - Ghost of a Smile Read Free Page B

figure that makes men’s fingers tingle. Because she was dead, her appearance was an illusion based on memory, which meant that not only did it tend to vary in the details as her attention wandered, but that she could dress in whatever fashion she chose. Today, she was a 1920s flapper, complete with cute little hat and a long string of beads round her neck. She twirled them artlessly round one finger as she stood before JC. She smiled at him, and he smiled back.
    JC and Kim were an item, the living and the dead. Everyone knew it wasn’t going to have a happy ending, including JC and Kim. But while love is blind, it is also always eternally hopeful.
    Kim was a part of the team but couldn’t join them in direct sunlight. It dispersed her ectoplasm. So she only worked with them in the dark places of the world, stepping out of the shadows to fight the forces of darkness, all for the love of a good man. Even if sometimes she was scarier than some of the things the team faced. She beamed at JC and tried to slip her arm through his. But her ghostly arm passed right through.
    “I’m sorry, JC,” said Kim. “I keep trying to intensify my presence, but no matter how hard I concentrate, I can’t become solid.”
    “I keep telling you,” said JC. “It doesn’t matter. You’re here with me. That’s all that really matters.”
    “Young love,” growled Happy, staying a cautious distance away. “The horror, the horror . . .”
    “What I want to know,” Melody said to Kim, “is how you can turn up wherever we are, whenever we need you.”
    “Because I’m not really here,” said Kim. “I impose my presence on the world through an effort of will. So basically, any place is every place because wherever I am is a matter of opinion. So I can be wherever I want to be. It’s very liberating, being dead. You should try it. The physical rules of the world aren’t nearly as binding or restrictive.”
    “Spooky . . .” said Happy.
    “Shut up, Happy,” said JC.
    “You’re as spooky as she is these days, JC,” said Melody, slapping a particularly recalcitrant piece of tech to show she was serious. “After what happened to you on that hell train . . . It isn’t your eyes that changed. I really do need to sit you down and run some serious tests on you.”
    “No you don’t,” said JC very firmly. “You just want an excuse to wire me up and poke me with the science stick.”
    “For your own good, JC,” said Melody. “I promise; there wouldn’t be that many needles involved . . .”
    “You stay away from me, Melody, and from Kim. We are not your lab rats—we are your colleagues. You don’t tie colleagues down and threaten them with internal probes . . .”
    “Actually,” said Happy, “sometimes in bed, she . . .”
    “Shut up, Happy,” said JC. “Far too much information.”
    “Ectophile!” said Happy.
    JC and Kim made a point of drifting away a little, so they could have some quality time together. JC left footprints in the dust. Kim didn’t. Happy glowered after them and went back to join Melody, who was giving all her attention to her equipment as it hissed and purred and blinked coloured lights in an important sort of way.
    “I can’t believe they’re still together,” said Happy. “The dead and the living aren’t supposed to be together, for all kinds of really good reasons.”
    “It’ll all end in tears,” Melody said vaguely, peering from one glowing display screen to another. “I mean, they can’t even touch each other. Ever.”
    “There is more to love than the physical side,” said Happy.
    “Couldn’t prove it by me,” said Melody.
    “You worry me sometimes,” said Happy. “Actually, you worry me a lot, but . . . JC and Kim worry me more. It’s like watching a train crash in slow motion, and not being able to help anyone.”
    “Sometimes, people have to sort things out for themselves,” said Melody. “Even if one of them isn’t people any more.”
    JC and Kim walked happily