Chapter 3“Soul Ripper?” Jason asks as jogs down the steps beside me when we leave the library.
“Don’t worry about it,” I tell him. “It’s a myth.”
Jason raises an eyebrow at me as if to say that he knows what truths are behind any mythology. He should; he is walking proof of just how twisted any story can become. With a name like Soul Ripper, you know it has to be a good tale.
I pull my keys from my jacket pocket and toss them to Jason. “You drive.”
Jason stares with disbelief at the keys for a moment. “You’re kidding about me driving, right? Where are we going?”
I can tell those two questions are warring in his head for supremacy, so much so that he doesn’t know which one to ask first or that they are on two different tracks. If one question train leaves Chicago at noon and races alon
