Page 38 of Icy Cold Death

He wished that Tori took her brother with her for the weekend. He wanted a lengthy Trey break from the nonstop insanity.

A.

LONG.

BREAK.

“We’ll be fully staffed before you know it,” Ridge said. “Hart said they had a few new applications that he’s getting ready to interview. They’ll work out.”

Julian knew they needed to stay after training.

That meant one thing.

“Put them in Boston for all of their training. Booth and Raven’s spell is holding there. The dead aren’t nearly as annoying in that office. We can’t keep training and losing people when shit moves around the room.”

Julian’s coffee cup slid across his desk, and they knew who was behind it. Trey was perfecting his poltergeist activity.

Unfortunately.

“Like that,” Julian said, picking the mug up and kicking the coffee so it didn’t get spilled.

“LOOK. AT. WHAT. I. CAN. DO.”

Julian rolled his eyes.

The dead were like toddlers.

Dangerous.

Angry.

Spiteful.

Toddlers.

Julian was blunt.

“Good. Now, open that door, walk through it, and go haunt another office. You know, like your own? The one you made me give you, so you could hang all your employee of the month pictures in there.”

Ridge laughed again.

He couldn’t help it.

Working here was something he never thought would happen. The sheer insanity was entertaining. He and Wynter laughed all the way home most of the time.

The dead were insane.

“Sorry. Empty photo frames with his name under it are funny, Julian. I don’t care who you are. That’s some hysterical shit. It confuses everyone who comes here.”

Lucian also laughed.

His partner was right.

Trey had Tori hang up photo frames with no picture because well…he was a ghost. If you looked close enough, you saw a few orbs in the photos.

That was as close as they were getting to catching Trey on film.

At his words, Julian actually laughed too. The whole place was a nut farm.

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