Chapter 5Zeke returned to Greg’s house the following morning, arriving as promised at seven-thirty. Greg must have been waiting for him because as soon as he pulled up in front the younger man came out, locked up, and hurried down the path to get into the car.
“You look like you need a couple more hours of sleep,” Zeke commented as he took off.
“I need sleep, period. After you left, I returned the calls from Rory’s friends.” He sighed sadly. “That was bad enough, but then after I went to bed, I kept having nightmares about everything and they woke me up. What happened to my folks, Rory’s murder, and about some creature, because that’s what it was in my dreams, breaking in and doing his worst.”
“You could have called. I’d have talked you down.”
Greg smiled tiredly. “You would have, woul
