"This is an impossible situation." Bela felt
that her tone conveyed the
precise mix of reason and forcefulness necessary under the
circumstances. "You will have to leave."
The man -- the ghost -- kept his arms folded across his chest. "I'm not
going anywhere."
"But I've dismissed you," she said. "You are supposed
to be gone now."
"I've already crawled out of Hell, darlin'. Do you really think you can
get rid of me?"
"This
is my car," she said. "I spend a great deal of time in my car, due to
the nature of my business. I simply cannot have you taking up space
and--" and smelling the place up, was what she
wanted to add,
but it sounded so undignified and in fact the ghost, being a ghost, did
not smell at all. Although he looked like he ought to. "--and
interfering in my affairs!"
"You're a thief," the ghost said. "I don't care about that. But we are
going to have to have some rules when it comes to
my boys."
"And
I suppose your first directive will be to stay well away from them? I'm
sure you haven't noticed, but they're big boys now. They can take care
of themselves."
"The first thing is for you to find out the
value of a single human life, in a demonic contract. I need something
worth exactly that."
"Really," she said. "And why would I do that?"
The
ghost smiled, and all at once Bela saw where Dean got his charm.
Goodness. "Oh, don't worry. I'll make it worth your while."
"Well,"
she said, but it was impossible to keep from smiling back. "I'm not
sure about that. I'm worth a very great deal, you know."
end.
end
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