I can't find Nico.
The last time I called home-around two hours ago-he was there, but he isn't now. His coat and boot are gone, so I know he's not in the house (I've lost him inside before...don't ask.). And it's not like I have an empathy link with him, so I can't contact him in any way, since neither of us have cell phones.
And just to make everything more complicated, there's a blizzard in the weather forecast. So I have to find him before the weather gets colder, and before it gets any darker.
The only good thing about this situation is that my mom and Paul aren't here, so they don't have to worry.
I zip my coat up and go outside.
"He hasn't been here?"
The guy behind the desk in the arcade shakes his head.
I sigh. "Okay, thanks."
I walk back outside, were the wind is blowing harder and the snow is coming down faster. Nico isn't anywhere; not the arcade, not that creepy comic book store he likes to hang out at, heck, I even checked the morgue to see if he was raising the dead aga