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going. I got as far as the Bella Patata chip shop.
    A couple of guys were hassling Alberto, the owner, who was trying to close up for the night. There was nobody else on the street at this late hour to help him. You’ve probably guessed who they were. Yep, none other than Wedge and Crunch! Now I really wished I’d been caught and was locked up safely in a cell. Even Amergin wafting through the cell bars to finish me off wouldbe better than being caught by those two. Then they spotted me.
    ‘Well, if it isn’t Nerdy Milo,’ one of them laughed. The two of them switched their attention to me. I tried to ignore them and kept walking, but I should have known better. They got in front of me and crowded me so that I couldn’t pass.
    ‘Out so late?’ sneered Crunch.
    ‘Does your mummy know you’re out on the street?’ asked Wedge, pushing his face right up to mine.
    ‘Don’t hassle me,’ I said, backing away. Like, I needed this confrontation right now? Time was so scarce!
    ‘Or you’ll put manners on us?’ laughed Crunch.
    ‘No,’ I said, thinking so fast my brain was amazed. ‘Because I’m psychic. I have deadfriends who’ll come and get you.’
    The two bullies laughed. I pressed my arms tighter around the stones in my jacket, hoping they wouldn’t notice the bulge and dump the stones in the river.
    ‘You little liar,’ snarled Crunch. ‘Let’s see what you’re hiding there.’ He put out his hand to open the zip. That was as far as he got. To my great relief, I heard a familiar sound coming from just beside Wedge’s ear.
    ‘OooOOOOOOOoo!’
    Mister Lewis! I’d have hugged him if I could have seen where he was.
    ‘I’m coming for you, boy. Back from the dead. Mend your wicked ways. OooOOOOoo!’
    With a wail, Wedge raced away. Crunch stopped trying to open my jacket andlooked at me. ‘How did you do that, you little worm …?’
    With a swoop, Mister Lewis was at his side.
    ‘OooOOOOoo,’ he wailed into Crunch’s ear. ‘Bad, bad boy. You must come with meee. I have a nice burial chamber just for yooouu.’
    Nice burial chamber? Cool! I had to laugh.
    Crunch looked at me, his face ghastly white in the street light.
    ‘Told you,’ I said. ‘You want to watch it, you creep. That’s my dead pal. With fangs,’ I added as an extra.
    That was enough for Crunch; he was off like a rabbit from a greyhound. Mister Lewis laughed. ‘I’ve never had such fun,’ he said as he loomed into sight again.
    ‘Right,’ I grunted. ‘But it’s held us back! Where were you?’
    ‘I, er, went back to give another little scare to those two men,’ he confessed. ‘Just a little bit of fun … I’ve never had fun. Ever.’
    ‘Yeah, well this is not the time for being jolly. I was the one who was scared,’ I muttered. ‘Come on. Some friend you are!’
    ‘Friend, Milo? You call me friend?’
    I looked up at him as we ran. His face looked like a warmed-up omelette, and he was smiling.
    ‘Yeah. My best spook friend. Now, come on, we’ve work to do.’
    As we made our way up the street, there was another wail. This time it really was the wail of a police car speeding by.
    ‘Sergeant Johnson must have phoned the next town for back-up,’ I laughed. With aquick glance behind, I was pleased to see it chasing after Crunch and Wedge as they raced past the museum. They’d be spending the rest of the night answering questions about the break-in. Good. That meant that the Gardaí wouldn’t be searching the streets for a while.
    The two stones rattled under my torn jacket as I ran. The streets became a blur. It was such a lonely, frightening feeling. As we got near to our road, I was so tempted to head for my own house, tear upstairs and throw myself into my parents’ room and beg for protection.
    ‘Mum, Dad!’ I’d shout as I leapt on their bed with the rattling stones. ‘Me and a dead man are being chased by druids who have Shane and Big Ella prisoners. Help!’
    Nah. I brushed that image from my