“We’re not stuck where we died,” Jon said. “I’m Jon, by the way, and since he didn’t bother to introduce himself, this is Brody.” He put his arm around Brody’s waist.
“I’m Tonio,” Tonio said. “That’s Van and Gene.” He gestured toward them.
It took a moment for Russ to grasp what they were telling him. “Then I can leave?”
“Yes,” Daw replied. “Before you ask, you can get away from here—” he pointed to the roof, “—but apparently you’re stuck in this world until you find out who killed you, the same as me.”
“And them?”
“No. It seems…”
“Why don’t we go back to the house to finish this conversation,” Brody suggested.
“How?” Russ asked.
“The same way you got up here from the alley, by flying, although I suspect you floated up. If you think it, you can fly. Ask Daw. He wasn’t all that sure it could happen at first.”
“No kidding.” Daw took Russ’s hand. “Up, up, and away, kid.”
“I’m not a kid,” Russ protested. “I’ve told you that at least a dozen times.”