Song for the Dead (Ada Palomino 2)

Though I guess at some point I’m going to have to explain to my dad that I’m seeing Max.

Hmmm. Maybe he can do one last Jedi mind trick on him.

I’m about to joke about this to Max, when he suddenly stiffens in his seat, skin paling.

“What is it?” I ask, peering at him to see if there are flames in his eyes.

They seem fine.

No demons…

He blinks, grip tightening on the wheel, knuckles going white. “I just got a feeling…”

“A feeling?” I repeat, my pulse quickening. “Good feeling or bad feeling?”

He holds my gaze steadily and I can’t read him. “That depends.”

I frown. What does that mean?

But before I can ask him that, we’re pulling down the street toward my house.

And now I’m having the feeling too.

An antenna going off inside me.

Making my stomach churn.

My breath hitch in my lungs.

We pull up right in front of my house.

And that’s when I see it.

See him.

Standing on my front lawn, staring right at us.

“Oh my god,” I say.

“Yeah,” Max says grimly. “Shit.”

It’s Jay.

THE END…