Chapter 17

Light flooded from across the street, calling me from the darkness. I pinched my arms twice to see if the vodka I've consumed from the club was playing tricks on me. Sometimes Casper would get hallucinations from being drunk. I've never experienced it firsthand, but from his stories alone, it sounded like shite. "Will you look at that, Scottie," I murmured. "Lady luck is still on our side." I tucked the recorder in my pocket and crossed the street.

What should you do when you're...