Undead Much (8 page)

  “Get me one too,” I said, though I wondered if I’d even be able to hold a pen with the amount of palm sweat I was presently producing. “And shouldn’t we have a thesis or something in case they ask?”

  “Like what?”

  “I don’t know, like, Investigating Rituals of Death in the Twenty-first Century?”

  “Did I ever tell you how totally hot it is when you get all smartypants?” Ethan finished digging around in my backpack and handed me a notebook and pen.

  I smiled. “Not as many times as you told me you love that stupid hat.”

  “That hat is not stupid. It’s sexy.” He leaned down to kiss me, which was great for a second. But then I started to get this weird feeling… like someone was watching. Everything was quiet and I hadn’t heard a door open or close, but the certainty that we weren’t alone quickly grew so strong I thought I’d go crazy if I didn’t check for peeping creeps.

  “Sorry.” I pulled away and glanced up. Nothing. There was no one there. But still, the feeling we weren’t alone didn’t go away. Maybe I was suffering from paranoid delusions as well as profuse palm sweat.

  “Is something wrong?”

  “No… my lips were just cold,” I said, not wanting him to think I was chickening out again.

  “Oh, okay.” Ethan looked a little hurt, but shrugged like it was no big deal. “I’m sorry. I should have made you take my coat. Here, take it now.”

  “No, it’s fine. It’s just my lips.”

  “Megan, take my coat.”

  “No, really, it’s-”

  “Take the stupid coat,” he said, loud enough I was afraid someone would hear. Great, now he was mad at me. Geez. Sometimes it seemed like things between us were easier
before
we threw all the kissy stuff into the mix.

  “Fine.” I ditched my backpack, put on his brown corduroy jacket-which did feel good and smelled yummily of Ethan-and then grabbed the pack off the ground. “Ready?”

  “Let’s go.” Ethan opened the door for me, but he still didn’t look happy. I was going to have to make it up to him by proving how addictive I found his kisses… later, in all my spare time, when I wasn’t trying to avoid going to jail.

  We found the front-desk guy within a few minutes of easing into the blindingly white hall. The morgue was a lot smaller than I’d thought it would be, even though I knew Little Rock had a lot of hospitals and they each had their own cold storage. It wasn’t like the university morgue had to be big enough to handle all the stiffs in town.

  Though that sure would have made it easier. If there were one central holding area, we wouldn’t have had to worry about investigating five or six different hospitals trying to figure out where the weird zombies had come from. That is,
if
they had even come from a hospital and we weren’t on some kind of wild goose chase.

  “Hey, we’re students from Williams and were hoping we could ask a few questions.” Ethan quickly filled the skinny guy at the desk in on our cover story and asked if there was someone around who might be willing to talk to us.

  “Someone like who?” he asked, picking at a dry piece of skin on the side of his nose. The guy looked bored out of his mind, not a condition I would have thought applied in his kind of work. But then again, I got tired of my job sometimes, and I work with the dead. And my dead people walk and talk and are generally far more interesting than your average corpse.

  “Like, maybe a morgue supervisor,” I said. “Someone who knows everything that goes down around here.”

  “That would be Dr. Blackmon, but he’s not here today.”

  “Oh… well is there anyone else who could help us? We only need a few minutes,” Ethan said with his most charming grin. Too bad bored skinny guy-Caleb, according to his name tag-didn’t seem to respond to charm.

  But maybe he’d respond to a little excitement injected into his humdrum life.

  “Anyone who’s been here in the past few days would work. We just need someone who might be able to explain all the weird stuff that’s been happening.” I did my best to ignore the scowl on Ethan’s face. Sure, this wasn’t the plan, but sometimes a girl had to improvise.

  “Weird stuff?” Caleb perked up. Not much, but at least he stopped harvesting dead skin from his nose. Ew much? Someone should have taught him peeling dead skin was an activity best done in private
before
he reached his twenties.

  “Yeah, we heard there’s been some issues with the bodies,” I said vaguely.

  I couldn’t get too specific since I had no idea if the zombies I’d worked the spell on last night returned to this morgue or not-if they had come from a morgue at all. The
reverto
spell was intended to send a corpse back to the person who had raised it for a quick bite and from there back to its grave. So I wasn’t sure where the RCs would go if they had been morgue residents and not in possession of graves just yet. If they hadn’t headed back to their lockers here at UMC, missing bodies would certainly be weird.

  But even if they had, surely someone would have noticed that one of them had singed pajamas and that all of their feet were filthy from tromping about in the forest and-

  No shoes! The zombies last night hadn’t been wearing shoes. Duh, I should have thought about that before, but I’d been so focused on the pajamas that their feet hadn’t crossed my mind. I’d seen a couple Unsettled who were buried in their PJs in my time, but every Out-of-Grave Phenomenon I’d gotten a close look at had sported some kind of footwear. People didn’t like to bury their loved ones without shoes, even if it’s just a pair of bunny slippers.

  I was going to have to share this new clue with Ethan ASAP.

  “I haven’t heard about anything out of the ordinary around here, but…” Caleb narrowed his eyes and leaned a bit closer. “But there’s definitely something going on upstairs. There were policemen all over the hospital today.”

  “Really?” Ethan asked. I could tell he was excited, but trying not to show it.

  “Yeah, there wasn’t a pastry left in the cafeteria by lunch. Not even a stale bear claw. I thought that stuff about cops and donuts was just some stupid stereotype, but it’s totally true. I had to have a nonfat yogurt for dessert. It was disgusting.” He sniffed, and his eyes became distant and unfocused as he slipped into deep thought mode. “I think it might have been expired, but the date was rubbed off the label so I couldn’t be sure.”

  God, this guy was fascinating. Snore. Time to get him back on track. “So what were they doing here, besides scarfing down sugar-coated carbs?” I asked. “Did you talk to any of them? Did they ask you any questions?”

  “No, they weren’t interested in talking to the basement dwellers.” Caleb sighed and returned to his skin picking. “And no one at my table knew what they were up to. It’s being kept very hush-hush, though, so it must be something big. The suits were in an uproar, scenting lawsuit in the wind.”

  “Wow, sounds serious.” Ethan scribbled something on his notepad and then tore off the piece of paper. “Would you be willing to call us if you hear anything more?”

  “Sure, but weren’t you here to learn about the morgue?” Caleb looked suspiciously from me to Ethan.

  “My mom is a reporter for the
Arkansas Sentinel Gazette
,” Ethan said, the lie falling from his lips without a moment’s hesitation. “I try to keep an ear out for stories I think she might be interested in, and this sounds like it has scandal potential. She’d want to interview you if she gets the scoop. As a secret informant, of course.”

  Caleb nodded and glanced down at the number, clearly intrigued by the idea of being a secret informant. “Cool. I’ll give you a call if I hear anything else. And I’ll ask Dr. Blackmon if he has time to answer a few questions. Maybe you could even interview him on the phone, save you a trip down to the crypt.”

  Well now, wasn’t he helpful? We should have told him we were reporters from the beginning. “That would be great. Thanks so much-we really appreciate it,” I said, beaming down at him.

  Caleb returned my smile, his grin transforming his pale, scrawny face into something a lot more approachable-if he’d quit the skin-picking thing, of course.

  Ethan and I thanked him and headed back upstairs. This time, however, we went ahead and used the elevator. No need to skulk. It didn’t seem like anyone cared that we were here. Ethan had been right-I’d obviously been smelling danger where there was none. Speaking of danger…

  “Hey, I have to get back to school. My parents didn’t go to work this morning, so I’m not sure whether they’ll be in the parking lot after pom practice or not. Sometimes Mom shows up unexpectedly.”

  “Yeah, about your mom…”

  “Yeah?” I asked, a funny feeling in my stomach. “What about her?”

  “Elder Thomas gave Kitty a file last night and it had your mom’s name on it,” he said. “You have any idea what that’s about? Why she would be digging up stuff on your mom when you’re the one they suspect of raising these zombies?”

  “I don’t know. Elder Thomas said something about a ‘mistake’ Mom made last night, but I haven’t been able to get the four-one-one,” I said, unable to believe I’d forgotten to share that with Ethan. Some investigator I was. “Do you think it might have something to do with when Mom and Dad got relocated to Arkansas?”

  “Could be.” He nodded, but I could tell he wasn’t totally convinced. “I’ll see what I can dig up over at SA headquarters.”

  “I could go with you.” I suddenly didn’t want to be separated from Ethan, and the suspicion that my mom was hiding something made me a lot less worried about not being there for her to pick me up.

  “No, you’re right, you should get back to class. I’ll drop you behind the gym just in case your parents are parked out front,” he said as we exited the elevator and headed toward the parking garage. “Then I’ll probably come back here and do a little more poking around before heading to headquarters. Definitely sounds like something big went down.”

  “True, but we can’t be sure it was Undead-related.” I hated to be the voice of doom, but I was doing my best not to get too excited. This could still be nothing and we could be back where we started-square one and clueless.

  “My gut is telling me to check it out.”

  “Oh, my gut also told me something,” I said, excited to share my clue. “While we were talking to Caleb, I remembered something about the zombies last night. They weren’t wearing shoes!”

  “Really? Monica didn’t mention that in her report.”

  “Yep, no shoes. And they were also all in their pajamas. I mean, I think the big guy Monica fought might have been wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt, but the others were all wearing PJs.”

  Ethan froze just inside the door to the hospital and turned to face me. “Dudes? They were all men?”

  “Yeah, all four of them.”

  “What about the others? You said you saw a few more coming through the woods before you and Monica linked up.”

  “I’m not one hundred percent sure, but I think they were guys. Why?”

  “Check the left pocket of my coat,” Ethan said. I reached in and pulled out a hair ribbon, white with hints of gold streaked through the fibers. “I found that in the woods today. I didn’t figure it was any big clue, since things fall off corpses all the time, but if it belongs to someone living we might be able to-”

  “These are CHS colors,” I said, my anxiety building as I stared at the seemingly innocent ribbon.

  “True, but it’s also the kind of thing any chick could wear in her hair, right?”

  I shook my head. Ethan was incredibly cute and fairly fashion forward, but he was still such a
guy
sometimes. “No, no ‘chick’ over the age of eight or nine would wear a ribbon like this, and I doubt someone that young would be hanging out in the woods behind the grocery store. Besides, I’ve seen this exact same ribbon every other game night for the past four months.”

  “No way.” He shook his head. “Someone from your pom squad?”

  “Not this time.” My fist tightened around the ribbon. “It’s a cheerleader ribbon.”

  “Cheerleaders have been raising weird zombies?” He sounded dubious, and for once I was with him. Usually Ethan was the skeptic and I the voice of creative thinking, but he was right. There was no way I could believe that the cheerleaders were raising the dead.

  “Of course not, but this ribbon means one of them was in the woods last night. Probably spying on our car wash to see how much money we were raising for the booster club.”

  Ethan sighed. “They might have seen the RCs.”

  “Or even worse, they might have seen Monica and me fighting the RCs.” I shoved the ribbon back in Ethan’s pocket. I didn’t want to look at it anymore, or think about how much more trouble I could be in. Even if I managed to prove my innocence, my family could still be relocated if a nosy cheerleader had seen something she shouldn’t have. “I’ll try to figure out who was in the woods and just how much she saw tomorrow at school.”

  “Get Monica to help you.” Ethan took my hand as we headed out to the parking lot.

  “Monica? Help
me
? What kind of crack have you been smoking?”

  “It’s her butt on the line as much as yours,” he said. “If you were spotted, she was too. Besides, she seemed upset last night when the Enforcers headed off to search your house.”

  “Why, because she couldn’t come along and personally watch me being taken into custody for a crime I didn’t commit?” I said, opening the passenger’s side door.

  Ethan stopped me from getting inside with strong hands on my shoulders. “Listen, Monica isn’t the same person she was a few months ago. She doesn’t have it out for you. Honestly, I think you two would get along really well if you’d give her a chance.”

  “I’ve given her tons of chances. She’s a total witch, Ethan.”

  “She’s not a witch, she’s just… difficult. I’ll admit that, but she can also be a valuable person to have on your side. You two have let this jealousy and competition thing go too far.”

  “Jealousy and competition?” I asked, inwardly seething though doing my best to keep my voice soft. What the heck was he talking about? “You think I’m jealous of Monica?”