Wicked Hungry

“If you want to talk to her, you need to get over here.”

“Is she okay?” I ask.

“Of course she is,” she says. “What could be wrong with her?”

“Enrique, can you carry him?” Jonathan interrupts, pointing at Gary. “He’s way too heavy for me.”

Enrique shakes his head. “Together, maybe?”

Jonathan turns to me and makes a sign of hanging up. But Carolina is still talking.

“Stanley, I’ve got to go. Zach’s finally here, and he’s not alone. ”

“Carolina? You’ve got to get out of there. It’s a trap.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No, I’m dead serious.”

But the phone beeps twice and she’s gone.

“Stanley?” Jonathan interrupts. “I really think we need to get out of here, now.”

Another gravestone falls to the ground. Not so far off, I hear a scream.

Chapter 32: FIGHTING OVER FRUMBERG

I stare at my phone like it’s going to explain what I need to do. Obediently, it buzzes once. What is it, psychic?

“THE SACRIFICE IS SECURED.”

I hear howls close by, and then Blaine Whelan and another wolf-man walk into the clearing, both barely clothed but covered in dark hair.

Blaine looks around quickly, sniffing the air.

“Stanley?” he says, looking at me. “What are you doing in the cemetery? You know there are ghouls in here, don’t you?”

I nod. “But that’s not the only problem.”

“Not the only problem?” Blaine asks, as he sniffs the putrid air. “What, was that you messing with Zach’s pills before we got there? That was good work.”

“No, that was Karen.”

“Karen?”

“A friend of mine. You saw what she did?”

“What she’d done, yeah. Hey, we can talk on the road. The ghouls are—”

“Yeah, but—”

“But what? You people have a death wish or something?”

“But Frumberg,” Jonathan says, pointing to the ground.

“Frumberg?” Blaine asks, peering down at him.

“We can’t just leave him here, can we?” I ask.