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taking Brittany to had a particularly large monument still on it. Size of the tombstone didn’t matter for demon calling, but it did show the person had money. And if they had money, they were more likely to have brought a preacher out to consecrate the ground.
    Hallowed ground. It was a good thing to have access to when you were calling demons. A bigger cemetery would have been better, safer, but bigger also meant more people and increased odds of getting caught. So, I’d balanced my costs and benefits.
    My accounting teacher, Mr. Reed, would have been so proud.
    “Here?” The high C note of Brittany’s voice told me she wasn’t feeling the cattle crossing I’d asked her to bump her car across.
    “It’s over there.” I pointed vaguely to the west and the trees that edged the cow pasture and hid the cemetery.
    “You realize we are in a field.” She’d stopped the car; her hand was resting on the drive shaft. I got the feeling she was three seconds from whipping her pricey import into reverse.
    “We can walk,” I offered. I didn’t like the idea. I’d have much preferred to have the car nearby in case…well, in case.
    “We’re going to have to. I’m not taking my car across that.” She gestured at the rock and weed covered field.
    “Fine.” I got out of the vehicle. The door slammed behind me. “Sorry,” I muttered. Then I started the trek across the field.
    “You’re crazy,” Brittany yelled at my back.
    I kept walking. I hoped she didn’t decide to give up and leave me here, but I knew my best bet to get her to follow was to keep walking.
    Her door slammed, even louder than mine had. Then the beam of the lantern formed a yellow circle in front of me. I could hear her slogging through the dry grass and muttering under her breath. When she got next to me she said, “You know there is cow shit out here.”
    I shrugged. “As long as it doesn’t hit the fan, we’re good.”
    She laughed. It sounded a bit begrudging, but it was still a laugh. “Yes, I guess we are.”
    We walked in silence after that, more relaxed.
    The line of trees that hid the cemetery looked dark and uninviting. Despite the strong front I was trying to maintain for Brittany, I shivered. Hoping she would mistake trepidation for a chill, I wrapped my sweater closer to my body. Somewhere to our left a cow mooed.
    “If we do this. Get others to pay us for this. Will it have to be here?” she asked.
    “I can call demons anywhere. In your living room if you like. This is just safer.” The cemetery was further than I’d realized. Cows moved past. I tried not to look at them, not to check to make sure they were cows.
    We walked a bit more. I could hear her breathing. I didn’t think she was out of breath. I’d seen her jog by my house almost daily this past summer.
    “You’re real, aren’t you? Or think you are. If it was anyone else, I’d think they were setting me up for the world’s biggest practical joke, but I can’t see you doing that.” Brittany’s voice was low.
    Her lantern spotlighted a fresh cow pile. I stumbled to the side to avoid it.
    “No, I wouldn’t do that.” Where practical jokes were concerned, I was much more likely to be on the butt end than the front end. I doubted the same was true of Brittany—not that I thought she’d pulled a lot of jokes on people. She was too cool for that, but I was willing to bet my mother’s demon book no one had ever pulled one on her.
    At the cemetery, I looked back over my shoulder. In the dark I couldn’t see where we had left the car, but I knew we hadn’t really walked that far. It just felt like we had. I wondered if the trip back would feel as long….
    I took a breath. The air was clear out here. It felt clean and sharp. Maybe it was just the time of night…or what I knew we were about to do. I took another breath and held it in my lungs for a second.
    Brittany disappeared into the gravestones with her lantern. Realizing it was time, I took off my