The graveyard was old, its broken stones smothered in the same kind of weeds they'd found creeping through Daniel Hart's house.
"What strange luck you have to find him," Officer Selena said, almost skeptical about the whole situation.
Anyone would be, considering the string of deaths—and Elijah's rather peculiar abilities.
Still, Selena was only making an observation. She'd long stopped being suspicious—strange things just had a way of finding Elijah.
It was rather baffling.
Rufus, a man in his early thirties, stood nearby. Dark circles still rimmed his eyes, and his cheeks were hollowed, but there was a clear vitality glowing in him.
"You're Elijah Ambrose?" he asked as soon as he rushed to the site.
Elijah hummed in agreement, giving Rufus a quick once-over. The officer appeared in much better condition.
A bit of nourishment and rest, and he'd be back on his feet.
