Chapter 14
The lawn, like every other lawn, had turned into a mud field. The graveled trail was mostly concealed by water puddles.
“I hate rain.” Gael wrung some drops out of his messy black hair. “I always believed my last night would be in the summer. The air pleasantly warm, people laughing and smelling of sunshine. I miss sunshine.”
“People smell of sunshine?”
He smiled, and a wave of heat washed over Archie. “They do.”
Archie forced his face to go blank. They had more important things to do than talk about sunshine and thinking about smells. The tug on his insides was a welcome distraction, and he crouched down and started digging.
“I don’t think Ira is buried down there.”
“No, he’s on the other side of the block.”
“What?” Gael peered at the wall as if he could see through the dirty, old brick buildings. “He’s there?”
Archie shrugged. He didn’t have a clue, but something needing to be found was there, and it was moving.
“I’ll go check.”