Chapter 15
Twilight. Fire in the sky, shadow trees growing across the pavement, turning into night.
Angel sat with her eyes closed, leaning against the car door as Clara slowed to turn off the highway onto the road to town. Clara thought she was sleeping, then the girl spoke.
“I’m scared.”
“You don’t need to be, dear. You’ll remember in good time. I’ll be here to help you.” Clara passed Canyon Jack’s and sped up. Almost home now.
“No,” Angel said. “It’s not that.” She scanned the darkening world outside her window, hugged herself. “Something bad is going to happen, and I think it’s my fault.”
Clara’s flesh crawled.
Goose walked over my grave, was what she would have said as a child.
“What on Earth are you …”
She saw the thing in the road out of the corner of her eye. A n
