The party was in a posh neighborhood. We knew our big black Impala would stand out like a sore thumb amongst the Porches and Bentleys, so I parked Baby behind a grocery store on the outskirts of town and they "borrowed" a car for their ride to the party.

It used to bug Sam when I had to hot-wire a car, but now it was just something she turned a blind eye to once in a while.

"Keep this on you at all times," I handed Sam a clutch, which hopefully only Sam and I could tell had a gun stuffed into it. "And put this in," I said, and gave her a small earbud.

Sam slipped the device in her ear and adjusted her wig so no one could see it.

"I'll be fine," Sam said, taking a deep breath.

"And I'll be right there if you need something," I fiddled with my skirt and apron. The plan was that I'd sneak in as part of the wait staff, and Sam would go in as one of the guests. If we were right, which we usually were, the ghoulish guy would mistake Sam for his ex lover for long enough that we could stop him from taking a stab at his actual target.

I hated using Sammy as bait, but in heels she had a good four inches of height over me, and that was something we could use to our advantage. This guy had gone out with all pro-athletes, and the last one was a star basketball player. As much as it pained me to admit it, no one was going to mistake me for a hoops player.

The party was more of a gala, with ladies in overly sexy formal wear, and men in nice suits with their top two buttons undone on their shirts to show off their tanned chests. It was all too stuffy and smelled like bad cologne and spilled champagne.

I watched Sam weave through the crowd, being careful not to stop and mingle for too long. We wanted to give our ghostly guest a chance to spot her, but not attack whilst in the middle of all the other party goers.

Suddenly, the lights flickered, and the conversation in the room lulled.

"Here he comes," Sam whispered.

I could see her shift the clutch from one hand to the other, the gun was for any live party guests that got out of control, but the real weapon was the sigil we'd inked on Sam's palm earlier. It was just the kind of thing to toss a ghost right back into the nether realms.

I felt my phone buzz in my pocket and cursed myself for not turning it off before we'd walked in. It was probably Bobbi, I'd check it later.

The lights flickered and went out, and that was when we knew our guy was ready to make an appearance.

"We better be right about this," Sam said uneasily.

I knew we were, we'd done similar banishments in the past without a hitch. My phone buzzed again, so I fished it out of my pocket to turn it off. The screen was showing a call from Paul, a demon hunter we'd met in Atlanta. No idea what he wanted, but that didn't matter right now. I turned the phone off and went back to focusing on Sam, but she was suddenly gone from my line of sight.

"Sam?!"

There was a tap on my shoulder, "Looking for this?"