Pulling over a duffel bag I had laid on the chair, I pulled out a green Army of Two mask, as well as a black one painted with white bandages to look like a mummy. I handed them each one. Micah eyed me, looking confused. “For later,” I said. “It’s Devil’s Night.” Their eyes widened, remembering what Emmy had talked about, and they exchanged a look, laughing under their breaths. “Seems like you and your friends are the law in Thunder Bay,” Micah said. “Just the opposite.” I took a drag. “There are no bedtimes here.” Rory tossed his mask back on the chair. “Is anyone coming after us?”
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