Kate Evangelista - Til Death

I have considerable talents. He bark-laughed. Something to discuss another day.

Dillan snorted. “So?”

From the powerful smell of decay and sulfur, I believe this is the place.

“Do you need back up?”

Stay where you are. Selena needs to be watched. I will call you when I have more information.

And like a line going dead, Dillan’s head went all quiet. Sometimes he forgot just how powerful Sebastian was. Most of the time, he got the feeling the hound held back. He rolled his eyes to the ceiling of the GT and sat back. He crossed his arms and watched the bookstore. Sebastian was right. Now more than ever Selena needed to be watched. If the Maestro had another card to play, it would happen soon.

Selena

Guilty Until Proven Innocent

Ormand’s closed early. In fact, the second I came in to make up for the shift I blew off yesterday, he kicked me out. I didn’t ask, not really feeling like working anyway. On my walk back to the diner, I worried over what to do next. The way I saw it, I had two choices: talk to Kyle or talk to Dillan—both important and impossible to avoid.

When Sebastian walked me home last night, I’d hoped they would have left. My heart dropped when I saw them sitting on the porch. Of course they had waited. No matter how much they pissed me off sometimes, they were still good guys. I told Kyle we’d talk, so I had to make good on that promise. But when I saw Dillan standing there, I couldn’t speak. I finally knew what I was and the guilt of what I had to ask him to do overwhelmed me.

As I walked, random thoughts flowed through my mind, like the time I’d watched a butterfly leave its cocoon. Or the time Penny and I chased kittens in Hay Creek’s barn. Or even the time I was so mad at Kyle that I punched him. I didn’t even remember what the fight was about. How long until I didn’t have these memories anymore? How long did I have to create new ones? I shook my head to clear it of all things morbid.

I detached myself from thoughts of Bowen. No amount of perspective changed the fact that he’d never freestyle across a pool again, and that I’d never get a chance to make things right between us.

I’d seen Dillan’s car outside the bookstore. He was watching out for me. While I appreciated that he had to do it, I wasn’t ready to talk. He didn’t try to stop me from walking, so I called that a win.

A block from Maggie’s, a car pulled up to the curb. I ignored it and quickened my steps. Getting kidnapped had no place in my bucket list of things to do today.

“Selena,” a familiar upbeat voice called out.

My heart leapt to my throat and beat there for a few seconds before it found its way back to my chest again. Tripping from suddenly stopping, I straightened and walked over to the black Camaro. I bent over the open passenger side window to get a better look at the driver.

“When’d you get a car?” I asked, feeling a mix of worry and happiness.

Penny grinned mischievously and said, “It’s my sister’s. Come on, let’s take a drive.”

“I’m on my way to grab a bite. Wanna come with?”

“Not hungry,” she whined. “I just wanna drive, Selena. Come with me. Please .”

I thought twice about getting in the car, but the opportunity to get some answers from her tempted me. After hesitating for one more second, I opened the door and hopped in. She waited until I buckled my seatbelt before pulling out into the road.

“So,” I tried to sound calm over my racing heart, “where are we going?”

“Just driving. I wanna get out of here, you know?” she answered flippantly.

“Since when?”

She didn’t answer.

We drove past Maggie’s and the movie theater. The commercial buildings started thinning the farther away from town we got. Pretty soon wide open grasslands replaced buildings. The silence in the car got so heavy that, at any moment, I expected my ears to start ringing. Penny being this quiet disturbed me.

I tried to make conversation just to fill some of the void. “I texted you a couple nights ago.”

“Really?” She sounded genuinely surprised. “I must not have gotten them. You know the reception at Hay Creek can be spotty, too.”

She overcompensated. I caught the fake enthusiasm in her voice. She’d never been good at pretending. And when she did, it was obvious. Like now. But to be sure, I had to test it.

“Dillan kissed me,” I said.

“Oh, that’s nice,” she replied without any excitement.

Penny ignoring a scoop? Impossible. I twisted around to face her and noticed the empty expression. It was like looking at a house with no one home. The girl sitting beside me looked like Penny and sounded like Penny, but I knew my best friend better than anybody. The girl driving hadn’t been Penny for God knew how long.

“We’re not supposed to be here,” I blurted out when she parked the car in front of Greenwood’s entrance. I hadn’t noticed we were heading for the cemetery until we were already there. I was too focused on Penny.

“There’s nothing to worry about,” she assured me in a gentle voice. “I have something to show you. Trust me.” She got out of the car and shrugged on a jacket.

My hand shook when I unbuckled the seatbelt. I stepped out of the car, fought the urge to run, and zipped up my own jacket. No matter what happened, I wouldn’t leave her, normal or not.

“Here, take my hand.” She reached out and just smiled at me. There was no warmth behind those lips. I took her hand and wanted to drag her out of there. “You’ll like what I have to show you.”

A light mist clung to the grass. Frogs croaked and crickets chirped. Sounds that should have reassured me, but they didn’t. The clammy touch of Penny’s hand sent chills up my arm and down my body. The sun had set and the light turned into a dark haze, causing everything around us to look gray. No breeze disturbed the pines and the tombstones looked uneven and unclean. The atmosphere felt like we’d walked into a distorted black and white picture.

“You scared?” she whispered.

I gripped her hand as if letting go meant losing her forever and asked back, “Aren’t you?”

“Scaredy cat. I’m here.”

“No, you’re not,” I said under my breath.

We passed the large, graying angel that marked Kyle’s parents’ grave. Acid rose up my throat from the anxiety twisting my stomach. The inside of my mouth tasted bitter. The nippy air around us seemed to whisper one word: Run . The voice in my head certainly said so.

Penny led me toward the mausoleum section.

No one really visited the older graves from the Civil War days. Everyone in town and the surrounding ranches and farms mostly came for the graves by the gate. The tombs belonged to the rich ranch owners from half a century ago or more. Today, all the mausoleums were musty, dusty, and locked up.

A lamp hung at the entrance of one crypt near the edge of the invisible divide between the hundred-year-old graves at the back and the younger plots by the entrance—a yellow beacon in the creeping darkness. It illuminated a large concrete box with lion statues on each side and a heavy copper door tarnished green with age. The crypt stood like an open-jawed beast ready to swallow anyone who crossed its path.

The copper door creaked, and as Penny pulled me nearer, a thin figure stepped out. The need to back away overwhelmed me. I tugged against her hand, but she kept moving forward, like something was calling to her.

I recognized the shaggy hair of the thin figure. The lamplight made the rich, wood brown seem sickly. No more glasses, opening up a face that had smiled at me when I’d come into the store that afternoon. The claws of fear clamped down on my lungs. I suddenly couldn’t breathe. A part of me denied immediately what I was seeing. But another part of me erased my initial surprise. Recognition punched me in the gut so hard that I almost doubled over.