A cold wind whipped past my ears, muffling all sound except for the banging shutters on a house across the street. Clouds devoured most of the light from the moon. Bursts of lightning pulsed reflections over the sidewalk leading to the cemetery, making the ground come alive with movement where there wasn't supposed to be any, and then thickened the shadows once the lightning faded.

I didn't much like patrolling during storms. My senses were too overwhelmed with all the trickery in ...