Chapter 10 by dr_wankenstein

What's next?

An explanation

Rosa plucked a Stephen King novel off the bookshelf. Behind it were Amy's panicked eyes, darting left to right.

"Oh my god," she whispered. "Rosa?"

"Yep."

"I thought the ghost got you!"

"Nope."

"How did you get away? I've been hiding here for hours!"

"Nope. Only been ten minutes."

"How did you... you were the ghost, weren't you."

"Yep," said Rosa, holding up a cold, slimy popsicle for Amy to see. "Super easy."

"Why? Why would you do this?"

"You're smart. You work it out."

"I get it," said Amy, scowling at Rosa through the bookshelf as she tried to surreptitiously position her underwear behind a Dean Koontz book. She wasn't any less handcuffed, or any more decently dressed, than she had been ten minutes ago. "The Halloween heist. It's today. You're trying to get rid of the competition. Is this library even really haunted?"

"Super haunted. That's where I got the idea. Heist starts at noon. Be at the precinct by then or you're disqualified."

"But..."

"I'm taking the car."

"Wait! Rosa! You can't leave me like this!"

"It's only a twenty minute walk. I read your dream journal, Santiago. All you have to do to beat me is face your biggest fear."

"I don't want to! I hate facing my fears! Couldn't you have done this any other way?"

"Sure. There were like five different ways."

"Why didn't you pick one that didn't involve stealing my pants?"

"You're smart," said Rosa, and crunched into the popsicle. "You work it out. I've got a heist to win."