Chapter 7

Unlocking the door, I stared at my unwanted guest. “How the hell did you get in here?”
Aidrian smiled. “I picked the lock.”
I frowned and got into the car. “Why?”
“Because I didn’t want to stand outside and wait for you.”
“How did you know I was here?”
He nodded towards my chest. “You’re still recording.”
Remembering my necklace, I turned the power off and started the car. “Are you spying on me, Aidrian?”
His smile widened. “Why would I do that? I was in the area and needed a lift home. You did say you were going to China Town, so I checked to see if you were still here.” He looked out the front window. “Luckily for me, you were still fighting that ghost.”
“So you saw the fight? Did you see the white flash?”
“Yes.”
I looked over at him, but he kept his eyes on the road in front of us. “And? What do you think it was? Could it be the ring?” I looked at the pretty, sparkling thing on my finger. Maybe this baby was more than a fancy nick-nack.
“Perhaps.”
“Well, aren’t you chatty.”
Aidrian shrugged. “There could be a lot of explanations for what happened back there. It is not immediately clear which one it was.”
Knowing he couldn’t lie was reassuring, but I still felt there were things he didn’t tell me.  “So where are you going?”
“My place. Care to drop me off?”
I shrugged. “Sure, it’s on the way anyway.”
We drove the rest of the trip in silence. As much as I hated to admit it, his presence was surprisingly soothing after a catfight with a killer ghost.
I drove up to a fancy brick building in one of the nicest areas of town. The massive building was filled with luxury apartments from top to bottom, and it was here Aidrian lived. He claimed he had inherited his place from a rich uncle, which seemed likely considering his salary wouldn’t even be able to pay for a basement closet in that building.
“So which floor do you live on?”
He looked at me in surprise. “Why do you want to know?”
I shrugged. “I’m just curious.”
His easy smile was back. “Are you sure it’s not because you’re planning to break in and investigate my underwear drawer?”
I rolled my eyes. “Grow up, Aidrian. If I were to investigate anything in your apartment, it would be the fridge, which reminds me, I’m starving. Please get your butt out of the car, so I can get some food before I go to bed.”
He laughed and climbed out of the car. Before he shut the door, he bent down and looked me in the eye. “Sweet dreams, Casey.”
Slightly unsettled by the warmth in his eyes, I looked out of the front window. “You’ve probably just jinxed it now. Good night, Aidrian.”
Another amused laugh escaped him, and he closed the door. “Good night, Casey.”
I pushed his remarks aside, convincing myself that he was just amusing himself by teasing me. Well, I wasn’t going to be his personal fool, so he would have to think twice about playing with me. “It’s okay, Casey. You’ll outsmart him. And now for a big, fat breakfast kebab.”
Turning the radio on, I listened to Ghostbusters on the way to my local kebab house.