I lifted a shoulder. I wasn’t sure if it was anything, but there was the sensation of hundreds of unseen eyes on us. Could be the ghosts Sam had said were trapped. They could be at those windows, and I just couldn’t see them. “I don’t know. Just a weird vibe. Maybe this school is a Hellmouth.”

Zayne was silent.

I looked over at him. “Now that was supposed to be funny.”

“Was it?”

“How mad will you get if I just drop-kick you into one of those trucks?”

“Pretty mad, to be honest.”

“Okay.” I nodded. “Just going to weigh my odds over here to see if it’s worth making you madder than you already are.”

“I’m not mad.”

“Oh, really?” That I laughed out. “I’ve seen you happy. This is not happy.”

“Didn’t say I was happy, either,” he returned. I threw up my arms in frustration. “There’re doors back here, along the side, if I remember correctly. I’m going to see if it’s accessible or if any windows are boarded up. Map out the area for Saturday night.”

“Have fun.”

Zayne faced me. “You’re not coming?”

“No. There’s probably debris and crap all over,” I pointed out. “I’m just going to stumble and trip all over everything.”

“Then what are you going to do?” He stepped toward me.

“Play in traffic.”

He made a noise that sounded like a cross between a laugh and a curse. “Sounds like a good time. Just try not to get hit and killed. Sort of like to survive the night.”

“Getting hit by a car wouldn’t kill me.” I tossed the words back at him.

Zayne lifted his hand, and I thought maybe he’d give me a thumbs-up before he walked around the fence.

“Jerk,” I muttered, turning my gaze to the dark windows.

Of course I wasn’t going to play in traffic. While Zayne was scoping out a good entrance for Saturday, I wanted to figure out what I was feeling and possibly hearing. Plus, I would probably break a leg and alert everyone to our presence trying to navigate an active work site in the dark.

I lifted my gaze to the neat rows of the second floor. It could just be insects, but the vibe...yeah, the vibe was way off, and I didn’t think it had anything to do with the fact that I knew what could be inside.

The air was thicker here, like soup. The steady clang of hammers made me wonder if the workers had noticed anything. Missing tools. Disembodied voices. People seen in the corners of their eyes but gone when they focused on the area. Those things would be experienced if there was just one ghost in a place, but over a hundred? God.