“Nope,” Cassie said in a decisive tone. “I do not know him. Not really, anyway. I’m pretty sure yesterday was the first time he’d ever come here, certainly he didn’t know the way to the carpark. Since he left around the end of my shift, I figured I’d walk him to his car.”<br/><br/>She paused for a moment, and could possibly have stopped there, but she realized that she was answering as if she was being investigated for something, and she should probably try to pretend that she thought he was still alive. Which it was starting to look like he wasn’t. “Who are you, anyway? The guy he sends to ask a girl out when he realizes he’s missed out on something awesome? Because I have to admit, he’s kind of attractive, although you should probably have brought a better photo.”<br/><br/>How was that. Was that good? Either way, it was time to get moving. “Anyway, I should probably get back to work.” She gestured to where Steve’s ghost was sitting. “If you look right there, you can see…” oh crap, the guy wasn’t suddenly going ‘oh he’s right there, sorry to bother you.’ She gulped. “Where he… was sitting, when he came in yesterday.”