Outside, three midnight-black hearses with shiny silver trim were creeping by, practically bumper to bumper with each other. All of their windows were shaded dark, but even so, it felt like we were being watched.
"Well, that's not creepy at all," I whispered.
There were no mortuaries on this side of Belle's Cove, and the nearest cemetery was on the edge of town. It was too late at night for a funeral, so what could they be doing? Cruising for dead bodies that just happened to be lying around?
I shivered and hugged my arms around myself. "Who do you think's inside?"
"Nothing good." Studmuffin's tail twitched. "You feel that, right? That claws-on-sandpaper feeling?"
"Yep, like fingernails on a chalkboard, only I just hear their motors. That's usually not a feeling I associate with
