The bead ran a ragged pattern across the sheet, then spelt L, U, I with individual letters.
‘“Lui”? “Him”?’ He frowned. Him and you, the same person? Couldn’t be, since he wasn’t dead. Unless… unless this had nothing to do with him.
He scanned the writing on the sheet again. All words, all phrases were either written in first person, or in the formal second person. Je, moi, mon, vous, votre, etc. But there was no reference to a third person, or to anyone who was not part of the conversation.
Yet the bead was trying to refer to someone other than him or the ghost moving the bead. A third person.
