Charlie stood at the buffet, his paper plate loaded down with fried chicken, potato salad and green beans. Lisa, his girl-friend whispered, “Heads up, here comes your dad and another of his friends.”
“James,” Charlie’s dad’s voice boomed. “This is my son Chuck. He works for Matt Wilder over at Wilder Investigations. They’re “real” ghost hunters.”
“Uh, we’re partners, Dad,” Charlie said.
“Matt relies upon Chuck a lot,” Mr. Allen said with pride. “He told me so himself. Now how about that cake?”
“He should, we’re partners!” Charlie yelled. “It’s easier killing zombies,” he muttered as his dad walked away.