Chapter 8The witching hour…
As they pulled up into the diner’s parking lot, everything was eerily still.
Nothing in the air, not even chirping cicadas or hooting owls.
An ill wind blew, causing the eerie, far-off sound of the surf tumbling onto the beach.
Adam could see that the light was on in the back, so he stepped up to the door to knock, but Phoenix caught his hand before he brought it down on the wood.
“A few more of your pounding knocks will reduce this door to kindling.” Stepping up, he leaned close to the door and called out softly but forcefully. “Gracie! It’s Adam and Phoenix.”
“Thanks for giving me head billing,” Adam said sarcastically.
Just then the door opened, and Gracie peeked out suspiciously. When she recognized who it was, she swung the door wider and stepped bac
