Amy didn’t want to get involved. She wanted to just sit in the corner where things were sane and not go back out onto the floor. Trying to find somewhere to rest her eyes, she glanced up.

“Was that stain always there?” she asked, studying a faded yellow blotch that covered three of the ceiling tiles.

“Yes,” Basil said.

“I don’t think it was,” she said.

“It’s faded,” Basil pointed out. “So it can’t be new. Mystery solved.”

Amy had a nagging sense that he was wrong. Earlier in the evening, when he was quoting from chapter three of Some Assembly Required: My Life in Retail by Tom Larsen, Amy could remember rolling her eyes toward the heavens and counting the ceiling tiles. She had counted to one hundred twelve before stopping, and none of them had been stained.

“Let’s go,” Basil said. “I need to deal with this Matt and Trinity situation.”

“It’s hardly a situation,” Ruth Anne said.

“Yes, it is,” Basil said. “It is most definitely a situation.”

But before they could take further action, the situation came clattering down the hall to them. Trinity burst through the door, whooping loudly, waving a camera in one hand.

“I got a ghost!” She ran around the break room, leaping, swinging her arms wildly, waving them over her head, dancing backward. “I got a ghost! I got a ghost! I got a ghosty, ghosty, ghosty ghost!”

“Stop!” Basil shouted. “You are way out of line! You shouldn’t even be here!”

“It’s not a ghost,” Matt panted, arriving in the doorway, dripping with sweat. “Someone got through the partners’ entrance. He’s here in the store with us. Right now.”

“You guys can’t do this,” Basil said. “You can’t just run around and act crazy. There are liability issues. If Pat knew about this, he’d fire you on the spot.”

“We can show him my footage,” Trinity said. “Because I got footage and it’s amazing.”

“It was not a ghost,” Matt repeated. “Ghosts don’t—that’s not how they work.”

“Stop it!” Basil shouted, and this time Trinity finally stopped dancing. “I am not in the mood. Tomorrow morning, after Corporate leaves, we are going to have a serious coaching about your future at Orsk.”

“My future is Ghost Bomb,” Trinity told him. “Because we are definitely getting green-lit with this footage. It is going to blow your mind.”

“Well, I don’t know about anyone else,” Ruth Anne said, “but I’d like to see it.”

“You’re embarrassing yourself,” Matt said to Trinity. “It’s not a ghost. Someone is hiding in the store.”

“The only person who’s going to be embarrassed is you,” Trinity said. “I know it’s a ghost because I saw him and he went right by me and I got him on tape. You don’t think he’s a ghost because you’re a jealous butthole.”