Chapter 6
He’d never been to Saint George before, but Morton didn’t care if he ever saw it again. No offense to the city, of course.
Morton hunkered down in the passenger seat of the car as Graham pulled away from the inn where they’d slept away the day. The sky had darkened with the night and significant cloud coverage. He supposed it would rain and he could only hope that it would somehow slow down their pursuers.
“Too bad the myths aren’t true,” he mumbled.
“Hmm?” Graham asked as he drove up the highway onramp.
Morton shrugged. “It would just be a lot easier if we could turn into bats and fly off into the night.”
“True enough. Alas, our immortal powers only go so far.”
He nodded sullenly, dropping his chin to his chest. He should be watching other cars to see who might be followi
