Exclusive Excerpt   “Are we going on a ghost tour?” “Indeed. I hear Hollywood is full of haunted shit, huh?” Hayden’s boots scuff beside me, and he buries his hands deeper into his pockets. “Are you trying to woo me into doing your show?” “Is it working? Are you wooed?” “I said I’d think about it.” His voice is terse, but he offers a soft laugh that sends a shiver down my spine. We pause as we reach the tour kiosk. When we halt, our eyes lock. I reach deep into the part of my brain that’s watched a lot of interrogations on cop shows. I narrow my eyes. “I need you to think about it faster. I need to have something by Friday morning. A pitch deck, episode plans, something.” “I’m thinking about it—” The tour guide — a chirpy, middle-aged man named Gary — interrupts and leads us through the cavernous back halls of the Chinese theater to a gaudy, topless van painted to look like a hearse, which does not, in fact, look like a hearse. A couple in matching Ghost Adventures shirts funnel into the back seat. Another two pairs take the middle, leaving Hayden and…