Darkborn
“Scott’s out of the way. Then we can make plans for Friday.” He paused again. “That’s it.”
“I suppose,” Whalen said slowly, smiling, “that you can get us some Old Grand-Dad too .
.
. just in case your other spirits fail to materialize.”
“Damn straight I can,” Kiff said.
“I can’t go with you,” Tim said. “I have to go with my old lady to meet my old man in the city.”
Will knew Tim was lying.
“I — I’ll come Friday,” Narrio said, “but I have to go now. My —” He walked to the door.
“That’s okay,” Kiff said sympathetically. Everyone knew that Narrio wasn’t the right person for Kiff’s plan.
Will and the others said goodbye to him as he hurried away.
The door to the luncheonette slammed .
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