Page 129 of Bone’s Choice

We hurried away before she could throw us out of the farmers market.

By the time we reached the next block, all three of us were laughing hard enough that Crystal had tears in her eyes. “I can’t take you anywhere,” she managed.

“This was all your idea,” I pointed out.

“And I’m already regretting it,” Crystal wheezed.

Kori rolled her eyes. “No, you’re not.”

“No,” she admitted. “I’m not.”

Something settled in my chest.

I’d been in Wisconsin for barely any time at all, and somehow I had Pink next door and these two idiots dragging me through a farmers market before nine in the morning.

I liked it.

“Why are you smiling?” Kori asked.

I immediately stopped. “I wasn’t.”

“You were,” she insisted.

“Maybe Earl was on my mind.”

Crystal started laughing again. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

We turned toward another row of booths and that was when I heard the motorcycles. They weren’t close at first, but the sound carried between the buildings.

I glanced toward the street.

Kori didn’t even look.

Crystal did. “Sounds like a few.”

I wasn’t sure how either of them could tell. To me, motorcycles sounded like motorcycles.

Then two bikes rolled slowly down the open street on the other side of the market before turning into a parking area.

I recognized the cuts before I recognized either man.

Grave Prowlers.

My eyes stayed on them for a second. Neither one was Bone.

I looked away.

Kori caught it. “Looking for somebody?”

“Nope.”

She made a noise.

“What?”

“Nothing.”