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writing that would come later.
    Hearing Sonia 's voice on the tape reminded him of the pale softness of her body against his the night before and that intriguing quirkiness, which verged on downright weirdness, that he had found so attractive about her.  He realised that he was actually hoping against hope that Avril would succeed in getting her friend to give him another chance.  I must be mad , he thought, she'll never change her mind after last night .
    As their taped conversation repeated itself, his curiosity was stirred again by Sonia's strange ambivalence concerning the missing Goths.  It was odd that she had seemed almost afraid to talk about them.  Then he remembered that pale, beckoning ghost hiding in the alleyway.  Okay, there were quite a few spirits who regularly haunted the alleys around the Hangman's Rest and the pub itself, not to mention a number of other, less human, entities that prowled Bristol's night-shrouded streets.  However, the way this one had affected his extra senses told him that it was a new addition to the city’s ghostly population. It had also clearly been extremely anxious to communicate with him.  Unfortunately, he was being paid to write about Goth culture, not missing persons.  He couldn't afford to allow his curiosity to jeopardise his work.
    He played a little more of the tape and recalled the odd, nervous glances that Sonia had aimed towards that strange, beautiful trio of Goths he had noticed on the pub dance floor while they had been discussing the missing people.  He wondered if Sonia thought that they were somehow involved in the disappearances. Perhaps he could quiz them about the missing Goths and interview them about their lifestyle at the same time.  They were definitely the sort of characters he should be talking to anyway. Besides, he had a couple of weeks to his deadline so he could probably afford to indulge his curiosity just a little bit.
    His notes completed and a brief outline for the article sketched out, Moon saved his work to his hard drive and backed it up on disk.  Now he felt he could head out to town, satisfied that he had made a decent start.
     
    Anna wasn't on the stairs when he stepped out onto his landing but a tingling in his 'ghost sense' drew his eyes upwards to the balcony above his own, where he could see the pale face of Harry, Anna's father, peering over the banisters of the floor above. 
    " Where is she?" vibed the morose spook.  "I only want to tell her I'm sorry... So sorry.  It wasn't my fault.  Her mother drove me to the drink, you know, always nagging me about how I'd never make anything of meself.  Damn the woman!"
    Moon had heard this before and was experienced enough to know it was nothing but self-centred rubbish.  Harry's feigned contriteness was nothing but veiled blame-shifting fired by raging guilt, as awful and destructive in some ways as his drunken rages had been when he was alive.  Anna still hid herself from her father, recognising that this half-hearted repentance was no more than a self-centred sham.
    " Don't kid yourself, Harry.  It was your fault.  You got drunk and threw your four-year-old daughter over the banisters.  You need to accept responsibility for your own actions before you can be forgiven for them, you know.  Even Anna understands that and she's only a child." With a whimper of terror the drunk's spirit disappeared, fleeing like the coward he was from the prospect of further confrontation.
    With a snort of disgust, Moon stomped off down the stairs, catching Anna's tearful face peering out at him from the shadows of Mrs Foley's doorway on his way downstairs.  Great!  He hadn't made it out of his front door yet and his ghostly neighbours' domestic problems already had him in a bad mood!
     
    The city centre was crawling with shoppers.  Moon made a half-hearted effort to window shop around the Virgin Superstore but he couldn't shake his depression.  Eventually, he decided he needed to do