Page 45 of Jacob Michaels is Dead

“I don’t really tell anybody anything worth hearing.” He said. “So, they’ll never find out what you think of them.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.” Rob made a cross over his heart with a fingertip. “Not a word to a single person.”

“Cool.” Lucas grabbed his soda.

Rob leaned in his chair so that he could look through the kitchen door to the other part of the house where, presumably, Mrs. Wagner was dusting.

“Do you want to see something cool?” Rob asked. “A secret of mine?”

Lucas chewed at his lip.

He wanted Rob to tell him or show him anything he wanted.

And he would take any secret to his grave if he had to.

“Yeah, man.” Lucas nodded slowly.

“Come on.” Rob stood from the table, grabbing his soda as he whispered. “I want you to meet Ernst.”

“Ernst?” Lucas frowned as he followed Rob’s lead.

“Shhh.” Rob held a finger to his lips. “It’s a secret, remember?”

Lucas laughed nervously, then turned his voice to a whisper. “Okay.”

“Up in my room.” Rob jerked his head towards the other part of the house. “But you can’t tell anyone. Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Like, for real.” Rob turned to Lucas, still grinning, though he looked unsure.

Lucas’ eyes met Rob’s. Another flash of lightning in his gut.

And Lucas suddenly knew something else.

He knew why he had told Jason there were other ways besides Bloody Bones.

“Promise.” Lucas breathed out.

Rob smiled. “Come on.”

He winked and exited the kitchen. Lucas followed right at his heels.