Chapter 19

The road to the ship graveyard was a winding stretch of cracked asphalt and rusted metal, but Jake Miller didn't mind the scenery. He hummed a jaunty tune, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. Hanging from his rearview mirror by a length of sturdy wire was the severed, skinless skull of Specter. The macabre ornament swung back and forth with every turn, its frozen eyes staring blankly at the dashboard. "You're my lucky charm today, buddy," Jake said, glancing at the skull with a...