Kimberly snorted.

"Confident."

She glanced at Colt in the mirror for a second before looking back at the road.

"If ghosts aren't real, Liza owes you apology."

Another pause.

"But if they are..."

A faint grin tugged at the corner of her mouth.

"You owe us both one."

She shrugged.

"Either way, nobody's wandering off alone."