Dennis Taylor is the first one to appear, stepping out of the shadows in the hospital ward as if he was biding his time.
“Nice shooting there, doc,” and it takes her a moment to understand what he’s referring to. “I wonder if Teddy could have used someone like you. Though you don’t seem the type to get mixed up with dope.”
It’s not the white shirt he’s wearing – it’s the red t-shirt his friend had mentioned, and Naomi thinks idly about the ghosts’ choice of attire.
“Aren’t you wondering why I came here? Well, shit, truth be told I don’t know myself. Though I’m still kinda pissed about boys in blue rifling through my underwear drawer. Anyway, you’ve got more visitors coming, so stick around. Thanks for catching the psycho who stabbed me, by the way. Shoulda shot his balls off. Drugs is drugs, but wet work? Hell no, I’m clean.”
He lingers in the faint moonlight coming through the w