"The music still came from the house. It was past midnight. What kind of old lady plays rock music after midnight? One who still plays old vinyl records. One who keeps a weird tombstone in her wooded backyard. One who has strange visitors in a black car with a license plate number engraved on that same weird tombstone. One who told a teenage boy that his dead father was still alive. "What's this?" Ema asked. I snapped back to the present. "What?" "Behind here." She was pointing to the back of the tombstone. "There's something carved into the back." I walked over slowly, but I knew. I just knew. And when I reached the back of the tombstone and shined the light on it, I was barely surprised. A butterfly with animal eyes on its wings. Ema gasped. The music in the house stopped. Just like that. Like someone had flicked the off switch the moment my eyes found that dang symbol. Ema looked up at my face and saw something troubling. "Mickey?" Nope, there was no surprise. Not anymore. There was rage now. I wanted answers. I was going to get them, no matter what. I wasn't going to wait for Mr. Shaved Head with the British accent to contact me. I wasn't going to wait for Bat Lady to fly down and leave me another cryptic clue. Heck, I wasn't even going to wait until tomorrow. I was going to find out now. "Mickey?"