44Annabelle hid her face in a chinchilla coat. She had the look of a feral animal, eyes darting toward each and every shopper on the crowded avenue. The scent of pumpkin spice mixed with cinnamon and pine.
She pulled the fur up to her eyes. “The VD House is on Sixty-Third. We have to hurry.”
Annabelle scurried to the base of a tree and found a pebble. She tossed it onto the sidewalk and began kicking it in front of her as she strolled. The stone threatened to hit every person that walked by.
“We can’t play that game anymore,” Cecil said with a chuckle. “We’re adults.”
“Adults shmadults.” She kicked the stone beside her, and Cecil stopped it beneath his foot. It threatened to hit the little boy near him who wore a vampire Halloween costume. “Around the trashcan,” Annabelle said. “If you
