I believe in ghosts.
Simple as that. I believe in ghosts.
Maybe that doesn’t come across as very dramatic. After all, lots of people believe in ghosts. You always hear stories about some guy who felt a “presence” or glimpsed a fleeting, unexplainable phenomenon. There are mediums who claim they can make contact with the great beyond and receive messages to let the living know that all is well. Or not. Then there are those people who operate on a more philosophical level … the spiritual types who believe that the energy of the human soul is so powerful, it must continue on after death...
Cooper Foley was in trouble. Again.
“What were you thinking?” I screamed at him. “Counterfeit tickets? Really?”
“Easy, Ralph,” Coop replied calmly. “I didn’t know they were bogus.”
Cooper always called me Ralph.
“Even so,” I argued. “It’s illegal to scalp real
“No, it’s not,” he corrected. “Not if you sell them at face value.”
“Did you sell them at face value?”
He smiled. “No.”
I wanted to smack him.