Chapter 34
How much longer can I fake it?
Isobel thought Chris had a plan. That would imply he knew what he was doing. Chris barely remembered what he ate for breakfast most days. How did she expect him to formulate a scheme to bring her dad back from the dead in the span of like fifteen minutes? But admitting that he didn't have a fucking clue wasn't an option.
And besides, she wanted to come with him, so even if he had to wing it, he'd figure something out.
He brainstormed quickly, urging his brain cells - some possibly permanently burnt from all the drugs he'd done - to think of something.
Problem- reviving a dead man.
Bringing back someone who'd left the mortal plane meant first finding his soul.
As they walked back up the drive to her house, he asked questions. "Before I divulge my awesome plan, are you sure your dad is dead?"
"Yes."
"How?"