“I don’t know. It’s just that I’m having a crazy dream about running with wolves, and then this Cheyenne ghost who turns into a wolf keeps popping in and out of my life. Why should I be surprised when you spring a hippie named Singer who works on computers? Pretty weird, if you ask me. Maybe this is all a dream and I’m going to wake up any minute.”

She angled a strange look my way. “Well, honey if this is a dream, we’re both dreaming it. Besides, I think you’re making that up.”

“I swear.” I went so far as to raise a hand.

She shook her head and stared at me. “This is cool. Ask your ghost if he remembers his former life.”

“Oh, please. Don’t start with that stuff.”

She shrugged. “Well, anyway, Singer said he could make it Tuesday evening, after you got off work. Hey, wouldn’t it be cool if he turned out to be your Indian and this is some kind of elaborate joke? Maybe he’s figured out a kinky way to meet you. Was he good looking?”

Though accustomed to Ginni’s convoluted thought processes, I didn’t follow this one. “Was who good looking?”

“Your wolf guy. Hey, maybe he really is visiting you out of the past. You said he turns into a wolf. He could be a shape-shifter.” Her eyes sparkled.

“For crying out loud, Ginni. Stop. Besides, you said you know this Singer guy. Is he an Indian?” I crawled out of the MG.

She handed me the file I’d left in the seat. “Nope, not that I could tell. You want me to call him, ask?”

“Hell, no. Don’t you dare.”

“Oh, you gonna ask him yourself? Say, ‘You the guy who appeared out of nowhere, then walked through the wall the other day?’ Tell me what he says.”

“Ginni, stop it. Are you sure you didn’t cook this whole thing up? If you did— ”

“Now, would I do a thing like that?”

The truth was, she would. She didn’t give me a chance to say so, though. The MG roared off down the road and I stared after it for a long while, wanting to pinch myself, but that would be admitting to my weaknesses.