to his very pasty complexion.
Why after all this time was a just now seeing him?
I just hoped Mister Grim was here to check up on me, instead of collect me.
Forcing a smile, I brought a hand up and waved. The dark figure waved back, and then as suddenly as he’d appeared, he was gone.
“Are you coming?” Tim had stopped and was looking back at me, a curious expression on his face.
“Yeah.” I trotted up beside him and then asked, “What do you know about the Grim Reaper?”
With Tim being an angel, so he claimed, I figured he should know something about the Angel of Death.
“Why?” he drew his brows together.
“I just saw him, standing right there.” I pointed to the ledge on the façade. “Do you think he’s checking up on me?”
Tim shrugged. “Could be, but he doesn’t have to reveal himself to do that. I would say more than likely he is here to collect someone and thought it was a good time to give you a reminder.”
Folding my arms in front of me, I leaned against the metal railing that was used to keep the line for the ride in order. “I was afraid of that.”
“That he would give you a reminder?” Tim asked.
“That … or he was here to collect someone.”
I scanned the crowd, trying to decide who it would be and how they would bite the big one. “Who do you think it is?”
“It doesn’t necessarily mean that he is here to get someone who’s going to go immediately. It could be hours from now, or it could even be someone who went a few days ago and hasn’t yet followed him to the other side,” Tim explained, as he pulled the little red tickets from his pocket.
Ayden had given us a bunch of tickets, compliments of the FBI.
“One of these days we need to have a long talk. I had no idea you knew so much about these otherworldly things,” I commented as I searched for my own tickets.
True, I’d always known he was a genius, but when one added the fact that Tim was also an angel, it became obvious that he could become a walking - talking encyclopedia for these other realms, which was definitely something we needed.
Just as I was about to say something else, I was interrupted by a light tap on my shoulder.
Zane stood there, smiling his smug smile. “Miss Cooper … would you ride with me?”
He was so presumptuous!
So why did my heart flutter at the sight of him?
“I kind of already had plans to ride with Tim.”
“I’m cool,” Tim jumped in.
I gave him one of my, don’t you dare looks, but he ignored it.
“Actually, I think I need a drink and something to eat. When you get done, meet me by the Corndog Palace. “Tim pointed to a little booth with a huge corndog suspended above it.
Without giving me time to protest, Tim jumped the railing to get out of line.
Turning to Zane, I gave him a scathing look. “That was rude.”
He shrugged. “Not really. He didn’t want to get on this ride anyway.”
Zane was probably right about that.
“So have you found any monsters or killers yet?” he asked, nudging a little closer to me.
“Only one,” I snapped, still irritated with him for driving Tim off.
It was our turn to ride. The operator opened the little door to a cart that had been fashioned to look like an open carriage.
“Ladies first.” Zane motioned to the cart.
I hesitated, not sure if I wanted Zane to be the one who was next to the side that opened, especially since I’d just had a Mister Grim sighting.
Leaning into me, he whispered, “Come on Izzy. Have I given you any reason not to trust me?”
He had a point. So far he hadn’t done anything wrong, that we knew of anyway.
Without a legitimate reason not to trust him, I couldn’t come up with the justification to argue about something as small as who would sit next to the door.
As soon as we were seated, the cart moved forward, nearly crashing into a set of double doors, but they opened at the last minute. Suddenly it was pitch black, and I could hear screams in the darkness. Some of them were
Why after all this time was a just now seeing him?
I just hoped Mister Grim was here to check up on me, instead of collect me.
Forcing a smile, I brought a hand up and waved. The dark figure waved back, and then as suddenly as he’d appeared, he was gone.
“Are you coming?” Tim had stopped and was looking back at me, a curious expression on his face.
“Yeah.” I trotted up beside him and then asked, “What do you know about the Grim Reaper?”
With Tim being an angel, so he claimed, I figured he should know something about the Angel of Death.
“Why?” he drew his brows together.
“I just saw him, standing right there.” I pointed to the ledge on the façade. “Do you think he’s checking up on me?”
Tim shrugged. “Could be, but he doesn’t have to reveal himself to do that. I would say more than likely he is here to collect someone and thought it was a good time to give you a reminder.”
Folding my arms in front of me, I leaned against the metal railing that was used to keep the line for the ride in order. “I was afraid of that.”
“That he would give you a reminder?” Tim asked.
“That … or he was here to collect someone.”
I scanned the crowd, trying to decide who it would be and how they would bite the big one. “Who do you think it is?”
“It doesn’t necessarily mean that he is here to get someone who’s going to go immediately. It could be hours from now, or it could even be someone who went a few days ago and hasn’t yet followed him to the other side,” Tim explained, as he pulled the little red tickets from his pocket.
Ayden had given us a bunch of tickets, compliments of the FBI.
“One of these days we need to have a long talk. I had no idea you knew so much about these otherworldly things,” I commented as I searched for my own tickets.
True, I’d always known he was a genius, but when one added the fact that Tim was also an angel, it became obvious that he could become a walking - talking encyclopedia for these other realms, which was definitely something we needed.
Just as I was about to say something else, I was interrupted by a light tap on my shoulder.
Zane stood there, smiling his smug smile. “Miss Cooper … would you ride with me?”
He was so presumptuous!
So why did my heart flutter at the sight of him?
“I kind of already had plans to ride with Tim.”
“I’m cool,” Tim jumped in.
I gave him one of my, don’t you dare looks, but he ignored it.
“Actually, I think I need a drink and something to eat. When you get done, meet me by the Corndog Palace. “Tim pointed to a little booth with a huge corndog suspended above it.
Without giving me time to protest, Tim jumped the railing to get out of line.
Turning to Zane, I gave him a scathing look. “That was rude.”
He shrugged. “Not really. He didn’t want to get on this ride anyway.”
Zane was probably right about that.
“So have you found any monsters or killers yet?” he asked, nudging a little closer to me.
“Only one,” I snapped, still irritated with him for driving Tim off.
It was our turn to ride. The operator opened the little door to a cart that had been fashioned to look like an open carriage.
“Ladies first.” Zane motioned to the cart.
I hesitated, not sure if I wanted Zane to be the one who was next to the side that opened, especially since I’d just had a Mister Grim sighting.
Leaning into me, he whispered, “Come on Izzy. Have I given you any reason not to trust me?”
He had a point. So far he hadn’t done anything wrong, that we knew of anyway.
Without a legitimate reason not to trust him, I couldn’t come up with the justification to argue about something as small as who would sit next to the door.
As soon as we were seated, the cart moved forward, nearly crashing into a set of double doors, but they opened at the last minute. Suddenly it was pitch black, and I could hear screams in the darkness. Some of them were
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