Ghost, back at it with the white Vans, hovers over the toilet in his jail cell. He’s hurting, physically and mentally, after being denied bail, and we’re seeing the aftermath of the guards beating him down. He’s limping; there’s blood. It’s bad. Proctor pays his client a visit and suggests that Ghost keep a low profile. Behind bars, he’s no longer Ghost — he’s James St. Patrick. I’ll take the family man alter ego for $1,000, Alex. Read more.