Casey glances around the newspaper office. "Orchid is gone, right?"
"Yes, she left. Why do you ask?"
"I wanted to give you this while she wasn't around." He hands you a thick, well-leafed notebook. "It's just kind of a guide kind of thing, with some general information and directions, just to help you get around. Don't let Orchid see it."
"Are you sure I'll require so much background material? And why shouldn't Orchid see it?"
"Well, Robin," Casey says, and he spins around a chair to sit on it backwards in what he surely thinks is a very casual and friendly pose, "Orchid is a church member, and you're not, and you missed the lock-in, so you don't have a lot of the context that Orchid has. I just wanted to put you on an even footing. And for your second question, I might have written some things in there that I wouldn't have said to Orchid's face."
You nod, and slip the notebook into your backpack. "I'm sure you've adequately prepared me for my mission."
"Yes, I have. You're welcome. No, wait, I've got one more thing to say. Make sure you take lots of pictures, obviously. It's your job. That's one." He starts counting on his fingers. "Um, it's more fun if you run off by yourself, so make sure you get Sharon off your back. That's two. And keep an open mind. I mean, just because you don't believe in ghosts doesn't mean you're not gonna see one.
"So, yeah. That's three things."