Chris was going to be a detective for Halloween

Chris was going to be a detective for Halloween. He had a plastic badge and a plastic gun in a holster on his waist.

D had wrapped a trench coat around him, smiling and warning him about alleys. He'd handed Chris a bag and a flashlight before sending him on his way.

After a few houses, Chris heard a bang. He'd looked up and around for fireworks before he saw the staggering figure.

Leon fell at his feet, bleeding through his trench coat. He didn't get up.

Chris was a ghost the next year, even though he didn't go out.