The trip was nearly eleven hours. When familiar scenery flashed past the windows, she felt a tingle of excitement. When she saw Jorick's little white house she nearly squealed. Jorick smirked at her enthusiasm.
He parked the sleek car in the driveway next to his silver Escort, an unlikely pair, and they headed into the house. It was just as she remembered; small and dusty. They moved from room to room, checking for intruders. The broken window in the library was still securely garbage bagged and crisscrossed by a handful of boards, like something from a horror movie.
The sun would rise soon, so Katelina headed down to the basement to join Jorick. The main room was floored in cement. A cobwebbed furnace stared at her from the far corner, and the guest coffin stood slightly open so that t
