“You are my friend, and I think you can help me. Can you find . . .” Hell, I didn’t know if he would understand what a bigfoot was. And I doubted he could smell, so there would be no tracking that way. But he knew graveyards, and I was hoping he had some sort of connection to the burial places of the other dead.

“Ask him if he can find a powerful ceremony happening in a cemetery.” I looked past him to see Crash and Feish walking toward us on the side of the road. How in the world had they caught up to us? Crash’s hair was disheveled, and he looked irritated as a bear woken from hibernation, but his words made sense. I still glared at him as I spoke to Robert.

“Robert, can you find a ceremony happening in a cemetery? A powerful one.” Please, please, please.

Robert slowly turned and faced back toward Bonaventure, then started moving at a far quicker pace than I had thought possible for him with his swaying walk.

I followed, because not only was it the only lead I had, I trusted him. Yeah, I trusted a freaking skeleton.

My life was about as weird as you could get lately.

A hand on my shoulder stopped me, and Eammon turned me around. “Corb lives near Centennial Park. There are a lot of ceremonies out here.” He let me go and pointed toward Bonaventure. “Most of them in Bonaventure are benign. The ones in Centennial, not so much. He was supposed to be watching the park for anything that shouldn’t be happening. It makes more sense that it would be there, that he was distracting us all by acting like nothing was wrong.”

Eammon was probably right, but Robert was in point mode, like a dead golden retriever. I felt it again, the sense that I could trust him, and I was going to stick with my gut, just like my gran had said.

This was not a time for indecision. “You and Tom go to Centennial. I’ll stay here with Robert.”

Eammon and Tom both leaned to one side. Tom shook his head. “Who is Robert?”

I looked at them, and then looked at Crash. “You can see him, right?”

Crash nodded. “But not everyone can.” He didn’t explain why that was, and I didn’t have time to ask. Eric didn’t have time.

I pushed Eammon in the direction of the car. “Go, we don’t have a lot of time, and this is the best we can do for Eric.”

Just like that, I split up from them again, only this time Crash stood in my way. Well, not quite in my way.

More like to one side, watching me. “I’ll come with you. Seeing as I owe you. For releasing me from bonds that Eammon would have left me in.”