The Bell in the Fog (Evander Mills Mysteries Book 2)

by Lev A.C. Rosen

“The world is what it is, Andy. You can hate it with me—that’s fine, I like that—but don’t pretend like you’re only just seeing it for the first time because a colored man is next to you.”

I love when it’s so late everyone has gone to bed, even the revelers. When the neon is the only sound.”

As our bodies pass, I feel the ghosts again, remember the way his skin felt, the callus on his finger. But it’s nothing, just fog that fades the moment you try to touch it. The ghosts aren’t hungry, they aren’t magnets. They’re just dead.