Ghostbuster Luigi Novels & Stories

Or was this all part of whatever mind game he'd been playing since the start? "Why're you here, Bonnie?" I froze. My head whipped around, and there he was—Luigi, hands in his pockets, looking unfairly good in the dim resort lighting. Damn him for having timing like a ghost. "I got hungry and went looking for a restaurant," I lied smoothly, keeping my voice casual. "But this place is huge, and I got lost." He didn't know that I knew. Which meant the game was still on. "I'm hungry too," he said simply—and before I could blink, he bent down, scooped me clean off my feet, and took off running.

The big glass doors were already open for the morning light, letting in the hum of waiting reporters outside the gates I scanned the room for Ghost. Found him leaning against a pillar near the back, hands in his pockets, eyes scanning like he was counting exits. I jerked my chin at him. “Walk.” We moved down one of the quieter hallways. “Anything on the people who hit Pietro and Luce?” I asked without slowing. Ghost shook his head. “Nothing. These people… they’re clean. Smooth. No crumbs. You can tell they’re trained. Military, maybe.”

Don Marco lunged for the auctioneer, his thick fingers wrapping around the man’s collar “Hand it over.” The auctioneer visibly paled as he clutched the USB like a lifeline. Marco snatched his wrist, twisting hard enough to make the man yelp. The device fell from his grip and I moved, seeing the right opening. Everything slowed. Luigi dove— But I was already moving. I shouldered past a fleeing couple, kicked a fallen chair into Marco’s legs, and reached for the device just as Luigi's fingers brushed it. I caught his wrist and yanked till I heard a satisfying crack. Luigi howled as he dropped to his knees, whimpering in pain.