They emerged just outside Katie’s garage door.
Downtown was silent, deserted. Even the park, which they ran toward to wait out news of Morgan Duke’s capture or escape, was empty. The grass gleamed wetly in the glow of the moon, and the streetlamps revealed pavement dark with rain. Even if there had been anyone out at that late hour, Katie’s storm had probably sent them running for cover.
“Let me look at that,” Zoe said, and pulled Penny’s shirt down to reveal her bloodied shoulder.
Penny cringed as Zoe wiped her shoulder with the sleeve of her ruined shirt. “How bad is it?”
“Not too bad,” Zoe said, sounding astonished. “You said Ronan … he died from a bite like this?”
“He isn’t dead,” Penny said, “and his was much worse.”
Zoe’s doubt was plain on her face.
“It hurt for a while,
