The Real Ghostbusters Ray Novels & Stories

Tracking down Elijah Moore and Gabriel Spender wasn’t hard. I just walked up to the trailer park manager and asked for the “Ghostbusters.” Which was fast, No kidding he pointed me straight to their lot. Their trailer looked exactly as absurd as I’d imagined. Horror movie quotes were slapped across the rusted metal door, and a plastic pink lawn flamingo glared at us with its lifeless eyes. William stepped forward and knocked like he meant it. There was a yelp from inside wchich sounded like Gabriel—and a nervous voice called out, “Who is it?”

Ray froze for a moment. He was beginning to seriously suspect that Electra and Bruce were working together. Otherwise, how could one have just arrived, and the other immediately called him? "Hello, Ray, are you still there?" Bruce asked, noticing Ray's pause. Ray smiled faintly. "I'm here." "I'm not sure if you know who I am, so let me introduce myself first," Bruce said. "Have you ever heard of Gemini Real Estate, Ray?" "Yeah," Ray replied casually. "You're the boss of Gemini Real Estate." He wanted to cut off any long-winded preamble.

The photograph was the same young woman. My grandmother. The real Garcia. The live comments erupted. “So THAT is the real Garcia? Then who’s the woman next to him?” “The letters say it plainly. And he just said he ‘rejected’ her. Lying without batting an eye.” “So the real Garcia was abandoned in the rural West. Who is this fake Garcia? This is insane.” Daniel Harrington’s lips pressed into a thin line. He gripped the table. His fingertips were white. A bead of sweat ran down his forehead.