Chapter 4

The man turned. He was about Rick’s age, with a full head of dark hair that swirled in all directions in the worst case of bedhead Rick had seen on someone too old not to still be in college. He had bright blue eyes behind a pair of square, dark-framed glasses that gave him a nerdy, Harry Potter look, and wore a navy peacoat and jeans.

Life after Hogwarts, Rick thought. “Sorry about that,” he said, pulling Micah back. “My son is a little eager to get the show on the road.”

The man smiled down at Micah. “Me, too,” he admitted, speaking directly to the boy. “Who’s your favorite Pokémon?”