"Pfff, I wouldn't worry about no hooker ghost." Maurice set about rebaiting his line. "Now if it was like...a serial killer ghost, yeah, I'd be pretty freaked out."

He looked back up and met those spooky orange eyes. How could that have any fear of anything? Honestly, Maurice felt the teeniest bit jealous--not in a malicious way. More in a man I wish I turned into that instead of a stupid dog and a flying tennis ball kind of way.

"Have you caught anything?"