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I looked at my brother Even in the dilare as he stared after his friends He was truly pissed at them "Whatever," he mumbled He kicked the dirt and threw a lanky arm over my shoulders "Didn’t wanna colanced at hied "Just a lah the night as Riggs and the others blew us off and ran in the opposite direction I had half a mind to call the cops Maybe that was exactly what they needed: a little heat But since Seth would be the one to catch hell, I let it go I’d circle Bonaventure to ot out, and then I’d follow their stupid little keisters home

"Schmucks," I muttered at them; then I turned back to Seth I knew from experience not to pound him hy’s and how coe, and it didn’t do anything but royally piss retted even hanging out with those guys, even though he’d known Riggs since grade school "Hey, wanna grab some Krystal’s? I haven’t eaten yet" I asked Best fast-food burgers in the South, and they were open twenty-four seven Nice and greasy

"Yeah, sure," said Seth "Hey" He stopped at the sloped ground and faced ht I could see the patches of whiskers he’d tried shaving His eyes, though, were completely sincere I loved that abouthe was thinking and feeling in the depths of his eyes "Sorry about tonight," he said "I know you gotta work in the ut "Yeah, well, not until eleven, so it’s no big deal" I elbowed his ribs "You can co narled bump in the tree "You’d better turn your head unless you want an eyeful" No doubt ain

"Don’t have to ask me twice," he said, and turned his back

As I crawled over the fence, I could hear Riggs and the others whistling The sound wasn’t that far away, and I knew they watched frorowl escaped Seth’s throat, and I ih, Seth would have laid into hi as hell

As I landed on the soft ground and my heels sunk into the dirt, I noticed how deathly silent Bonaventure was Not a single night bird, bug, or frog--or Riggs and the guys--le sound The fine hairs on the back of my neck and ar off

"What’s the round beside aze swept the graves, the luh the trees, and the longer I stood there, the stronger the bad feeling became "You don’t feel that?"

Seth was silent for a split second "Yeah What is it? It’s creepin’ lanced at hiht?"

He pushed his floppy bangs off of his face and nodded, his glassy-eyed stare reflecting the night "Not until after I tried to talk Riggs into leaving it alone, but he’s an idiot He’d kicked the gate in before I could stop his was an idiot "Well, let’s get out of here, huh?" I pointed "Jeep’s over there"

"Can I drive?" he asked

"No"

"Darinned as we hurried across the sandy lot outside the cemetery and past the two pillars of the entrance But the weird feeling stayed with rated at my insides, even after we pulled away I eased down the one-lane street, waiting for a gliuys as they stus that clawed at e years looking over my shoulder in the shadiest streets of Savannah I had to watch s I paid attention to

I felt as though sos and his friends, either Weirdest daet spooked When I was Seth’s age, I was one badass punk kid I didn’t have a scared bone inanyone dared er, with my naturally pale skin and, back then, red hair streaked black, kohl-rimmed eyes, and black lips I’ve walked Savannah’s cobbles the whole of my life, been in the darkest alleys, and I’ve seen a lot of crap go down I’ve been in a lot of crap as it was going down I was one effed-up kid back then, and if it weren’t for Preacher, I still would be But I’d never had a feeling creep over me like this one I wanted to continuously look over my shoulder, or worse--overhead What the hell would I be doing that for? What would be overhead?