replied. “I had a fractal cube I built for emergencies. It’s pretty much a ghost prison. He’ll be lost in there until I let him out.”
“Oh. Ok.” Sam knew that look on Reggie’s face. The poor ghost was probably never getting out. “What do you want me to do with these?” She held up the steel rods.
“Let’s just take them back to my place.” Reggie threw the last of the rods into her bag. She was feeling simultaneously tired and wired.
“That was pretty wild, huh?”
“Yeah.”
“If ghost hunting was like that all the time I’d be all over it.” Sam took in a sharp breath. “Still need an assistant? “
Reggie slung the bag over her shoulder and tread to the van. “Sure.” She answered. She felt like this was just the beginning with the town’s ghost problems.
“Sweet. What does it pay? What should I learn first?” Sam yanked open the van’s back door.
“I don’t know. Let’s just get home. We need to talk to my mom before she heads to bed.” Reggie looks back at the parking lot.
“Whatever you say, boss.” Sam gave a salute and dug her last candy bar out of her jacket and broke off half. And handed it to Reggie.
Reggie took the bar from her friend and smiled. “Samantha. Shut up, you nerd.”
“What? You don’t like me saying boss, boss?” She adjusted the mirror for a second. “Whatever. Double wiener...hehehehe..” Sam started the blue dragon up and sped away.
“Ugh.” Reggie rested her head in her hand.
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