Chapter 18

“Cold?” Mack asked.

“Naw. Like I said, it’s warm, sort of.” Guy waved his hand at the sky. “Still, who ordered this?”

No one claimed responsibility, but Tone did offer him one of large trash bags he said he carried for such emergencies. They were slit up the front to form a cape of sorts. Dani and Mack had similar ones, so when they left the stand of trees, they looked like four ghosts in the negative, according to Dani. The real Ghost was safely ensconced in Guy’s backpack, and had been since she felt the first raindrops. Shadow didn’t seem to mind being wet, or if he did, he didn’t act like it.

“Not to sound like a spend-thrift, but if anyone wants breakfast there’s a coffee spot not too far from here,” Mack said. “I don’t think they’d kick us out on a day like this if we shed the plastic bags before we go in and wear our masks. At least we’d be out of this mess for a while.”