When he looked up, he saw Harry's house on the other side of the road. The small back-split home had a large window that looked in on the living room and a light above the porch that illuminated the front lawn. Well, his friend was-
The front door swung open.
Harry came stumbling out, crashing into the railing that surrounded the raised front porch. The man wheezed and hunched over as if he'd been kicked in the belly. “Jack, run…” he managed.
A man in gray coveralls stepped out behind him, his blonde hair a mess of tangles and snarls. Fear seized Jack's heart. “The detective was kind enough to invite you to our little party,” Leo said. “But he seems determined to avoid having any fun no matter how hard I try to persuade him.”
Jack strode forward.
Clenching his teeth, he hissed and fel
