the original part of the building had been constructed in the late nineteenth century, and after sunset it looked very much like a cathedral. gray and foreboding. very dark. very abandoned.

"i just got a really bad feeling," i said, eyeing the school's black voids for windows.

"stay in the car and keep out of sight," patch told me, passing over the keys. "if anybody comes out of the building, take off." he got out. he was wearing a fitted black crewneck tee, dark levi's, and boots.

with his black hair and dusky skin, it was hard to distinguish him from the background. he crossed the street and, in a matter of moments, blended completely into the night.

chapter 28

five minutes came and went. ten minutes stretched to twenty. i struggled to ignore the hair