Twenty-Four
Before I could even contemplate how to reverse Kevin’s condition, Eleanor stage coughed and nodded to the edge of the circle farthest from the gargoyle and my waiting compatriots. Kevin didn’t seem to notice the ghostly presence as I stood up.
“Just give me a minute. I’ve never done this before.” The truth in my words didn’t appear to inspire any confidence.
I shuffled to the edge of the circle, careful not to break the barrier pressed into the grass. Eleanor eyed Kevin warily and said, “As much as you feel for this young man, you have more pressing matters to attend to.”
“No, I don’t,” I argued.
“You were born for more than this. You have a destiny to fulfill.”
“I know that. Believe me, it’s been drilled into my head for years. And I appreciate your help, but I’m a cop,
