I was going to drop Clarke off at home. He lived in the village and if I had taken the right route then I would have passed it on the way to my own home. But something stopped me. Jonathan- as much as I hated to admit it- held a valid point. Clarke was young enough and impressionable enough that his loyalty was mine if I played it right.

"Whatever you see," I warned him as we pulled up in front of BattleRidge. "No matter how strange, you keep to your fucking self. Got it?"

An eager nod moved the young man's head. I got out. Clarke seemed to fall...