Chapter 7
JACKSON
Going into town on Halloween was like walking into a nightmare and not being able to escape. Humans and witches and warlocks all intermingled and dressed up in costumes. Unless I was close enough to smell them, I couldn’t tell which was which.
Or which witch was a witch.
“f**k. I hate Halloween,” I said to no one in particular.
Billy chuckled from the passenger seat of my truck, and Darren said from the back, “You and me both.”
I frowned, surprised Darren felt the same way we did. “Huh? I thought you’d like all these... shenanigans.”
I slowed my truck as we passed through the town looking for a parking spot. There were people everywhere. Children in elaborate costumes, shops decorated with ghastly black and orange. A skeleton here, a hundred carved pumpkins there.
