The spirit of her former partner nodded at Vi from over Bonnie’s shoulder. Oblivious to the weight of the name, her friend tried to follow her gaze and asked in bafflement, “Who’s Peter?”
“Hello, stranger,” the ghost said silkily, then gestured at her companions. “Is this a bad time?”
“That’s him!” cried Tobias, his outburst unnecessary in both content and volume. “That’s the guy who told me where to find you!”
A long-suffering sigh escaped the reluctant medium’s lips. “Thank you, Tobias.”
Phoebe Darqueling 