CHAPTER NINETEEN
"This is so crazy, it just might work," Mom said as I sat behind the driver's wheel of my car for the first time in a long time. I was used to Bo in the driver’s seat. I turned on the ignition, did a U-turn, and steered toward the gate.
"It's the only chance we got," I said. "And I trust Bo."
"You damn right," Bo said from the backseat. I pulled up to the office. I put in the security code, and the gate slid open.
I drove a few blocks over and parked in a Taco Bell parking light under a flickering streetlight.
“Ready, Bo?” I asked.
“As I’ll ever be,” he said. “Wish me luck.”
You see, when I met Bo for the first time, he was a spirit like my parents. I bound him to a dead body and made him my servant. A competent necromancer could only control one body at a time. Any
