None of it made sense. Wyatt ran his hand through his dark hair as he stared up into the night sky. The police chief, Sebastian Thayer, had arrived, asking all kinds of questions, none of which any of them could answer. They knew what happened, but not the how or the why. Then, the mortician from Raven's Call Mortuary, a Deron Turner, arrived shortly after that to retrieve the bodies of Spence and Maver, and take them to the mortuary to prepare them for transport. By the time they answered the questions they could answer and the corpses had been carted off, the circus was as silent as a graveyard. It didn't matter that the lights still flashed, that the organ music still piped through the speakers, or that it was still too early to call it a night. The phantoms howled around the edge of th
