Five

The word “no” rose in me, almost scalding my insides with the demand to be voiced. Another crack in his shields let me feel the rage that swept through Bones though the only visible sign was a muscle that ticked in his jaw.

“Why? What do you want with the witch hunter?” he asked with admirable calmness.

Her eyes seemed to glow with inner lights. “That’s none of your concern.”

“It is when the motherfucker beat me with a car, had his accomplice shoot my best friend, and, oh yeah, set fire to me,” I said acidly.

Kramer had done more, but listing all his evil deeds would take too long. He’d been a murdering prick in life, and becoming a ghost didn’t stop him. It only enabled him to continue his reign of terror for centuries. We’d nearly died trapping Kramer, and now Marie wanted the address of his cell? If she ever let him out, Kramer would come straight for me. At best, one day I’d look down to see a silver knife sticking out of my chest. At worst . . . well, I’d rather the silver knife.

From the gleam in Marie’s gaze, she knew all of the above though her ghostly spies hadn’t found Kramer’s cell, obviously.

“Your price is too high,” Bones said in a flat tone.

“Your need for answers from this other ghost must exceed it or you wouldn’t have come,” was Marie’s immediate reply.

Memories of the last time I saw Kramer made me want to argue. Giving one lethal adversary possession of another was akin to always having a loaded gun pointed at your heart.

Still, what my friends were facing right now could be worse.

“Done.”

Bones’s gaze swung to me. I held out a hand. “She’s right. We need what Don knows more than we need to keep Kramer’s location a secret.”

“Don?” A small smile touched Marie’s lips. “Your uncle is the ghost who keeps disappearing on you?”

“You know family.” My tone was clipped. “Always a pain in the ass.”

Bones stared at Marie. His expression revealed nothing, and his emotions were locked down, so unless I stood in front of him, I couldn’t determine what he was silently telling her. Marie seemed to know, however. She stared back in the same unwavering manner before inclining her head in a slight nod. Then their wordless exchange was over.

“Kramer’s cell is buried in the underground trunk sewer beneath the old combined overflow facility in Ottumwa, Iowa,” Bones stated. “If it’s breached in any manner, Kramer will be able to escape.”

A satisfied expression flashed over Marie’s features. Once again, I worried over what she wanted with the ghost. With luck, the voodoo queen merely wanted to own one of the world’s most infamous witch hunters—an irony I could appreciate considering Kramer’s hatred of all things female and magical. Then again, when was the last time I believed in something as simple as luck?

“We’ve held up our end, Majestic,” Bones said in an even tone. “Your turn.”

Bones’s knock boomed on the door. After a moment, Tyler’s “Who’s there?” could be heard over the sound of Dexter’s barking.

“The owner of the bloody house.”

The door flung open to reveal a grinning Tyler. “Your place actually has style. And it’s right in the heart of the French Quarter! Tell me again why you live in that shack in the woods—”

He stopped speaking when he saw that we weren’t alone. Bones pushed Tyler aside enough to allow Marie and me to enter. We could have done this back at the cemetery, but I didn’t think Tyler would forgive me if I cheated him out of his chance to meet his idol. Now that we’d agreed on terms, he would be safe.

“Majestic, this is our friend, Tyler. Tyler, meet Madame Laveau.”

Marie’s gaze flicked over Tyler with polite disinterest. “Bonjour.

Tyler stared at her, his mouth opening and closing. For a few seconds, he didn’t even breathe. The only time I’d seen him close to this enraptured was when he met Ian.

“Madame,” he finally choked out. “It is an honor.

Marie’s mouth quirked, and she threw me a look that, had she been anyone else, I would’ve sworn was a humorous version of, At last, someone who appreciates me.

Then she held out her hand. Tyler grasped it but didn’t shake it. He bowed over it with more formality than I’d thought him capable of.

My queen, his thoughts said reverently.

My ass, I didn’t reply out loud.

To my surprise, Marie squeezed Tyler’s hand, her expression turning thoughtful.

“You have power, so you must be the medium I heard about.”

Tyler’s beam was instant. “You’ve heard of me?”

She pulled her hand free. “I make it my business to know about anyone who can successfully summon spirits.”

If he’d won the lottery, I didn’t think Tyler could look any happier. Bones, however, got right down to business.

“Do you need anything before you proceed, Majestic?”

She cast a glance around the parlor, pausing at the urn Tyler placed on the coffee table.

“Does this contain your uncle’s ashes?”

At my nod, Marie let out a light snort. “Then this will be simple.”

She went over and sat on the couch closest to the urn. Bones and I remained where we were, but Tyler began to unload his suitcase.

“Here, Madame,” he said, pulling out his Ouija board.

She gave it a dismissive glance before reaching into the urn. “That’s not necessary.”

As soon as her fingers touched the ashes, an icy current tore through the room, as sudden and sharp as if we’d been dropped into the center of a blizzard. Before I even had a chance to shiver, my uncle stood in the center of the room, materialized enough for me to see that his gray hair was tousled, as if he’d been yanked so hard from wherever he was that it mussed his trademark style.

“What the hell?” he demanded of Marie. Then he saw me, Bones, and Tyler.

“Not this again,” Don muttered, starting to fade at the edges.

One moment, Marie was sitting on the couch with nothing more than silk furnishings surrounding her. The next, she was haloed by shadows that let out bone-splitting howls as they converged upon my uncle. I didn’t see her draw the blood that was the catalyst for summoning the Remnants, but that’s why she had a needle concealed in her ring. One small puncture was all she needed to wield her deadliest weapon.

The power the Remnants emanated ripped across my skin, making me take an instinctive step backward. I barely heard Tyler’s gasp over my uncle’s shouts as those diaphanous forms began slicing through him as though they were steel, and he was liquid.

“There.” Marie’s voice changed, the Southern drawl replaced with an eerie echo that sounded like thousands of people speaking at once. “Ask your questions. He’s not going anywhere with them holding him.”

I spoke through the shock at what she’d done.

“Call them off. This isn’t what we wanted.”

Marie’s brow rose. “How else did you think I’d secure your uncle? Ask him nicely to stay put?”

“We didn’t tell you to torture him!” I burst out, guilt slamming into me at the fresh set of screams from my uncle.

“I made a bargain to ensure that this ghost answered your questions, and I always keep my word. The longer you wait to ask them, Reaper, the longer your uncle suffers.”

Further argument would be useless. Now the only person who could stop this was Don. I gave my uncle a pleading look as I approached.

“Tell us what you know about Madigan. Please.”

His body bowed and shuddered as those forms pitilessly continued to rip through him. Bones glanced away, his mouth tightening. How well he knew what my uncle was going through.

“How could you do this to me, Cat?”

The anguished accusation tore at my heart. I didn’t mean to! was too useless to utter. Besides, though this wasn’t what I’d wanted, Don had admitted to condemning Tate and the others to certain death. If he’d only told us the truth, none of this would be happening.

“That doesn’t matter,” I forced myself to say. “Answer the question, or the Remnants will keep ripping into you until there’s nothing left but ectoplasm.”

That was a lie. You couldn’t kill what was already dead, as I’d often lamented while going after Kramer, but Don didn’t know that.

“Then I’ll die,” he rasped, the words broken from pain. “Better . . . that way.”

Even now, he wouldn’t spill his secret? Frustration made me bite my lip to keep from screaming at him. I hadn’t felt my fangs come out, but from the instant taste of blood, they had.

“Don’t be a fool,” Bones said sharply. “Remnants feed off pain, so as your suffering increases, so does their strength to inflict more.”

“Noooo.”

My uncle drew out the word with such despair that my control snapped. I couldn’t stand to see him like this, and I couldn’t make it stop, as Marie’s flinty expression reminded me.

“Tell me what the fuck Madigan did, Don! Right now!”

“Genetic experimentation!”

My mouth dropped at the reply. Don’s did, too, before another scream contorted it into a maw of agony. Aside from pain, something else flashed across his features. Surprise, as if he couldn’t believe he’d answered me with the truth.

“Genetic experimentation of what? Humans?” Bones pressed.

A groan followed by a stream of curses was his only response. Once more, I found myself biting my lip out of frustration. Damn Don’s stubbornness.

“Answer him,” I snapped.

“Not only humans,” Don said before another What the hell? expression crossed his face.

Marie began to chuckle. “Ah, I see.”

I didn’t. The only time I’d been able to force ghosts to do what I wanted was when I had Marie’s grave power coursing through my veins, but I’d run out of that long ago.

“Care to inform the rest of us?” I asked tightly.

Her glance was equal parts impatience and amusement. “How did so many of my kind fear you when you are so naive?”

Before I could bark out a response, she went on. “He died while you still possessed my powers, didn’t he? And you wept as his spirit left his body?”

I didn’t appreciate her isn’t-this-obvious? tone. “Doesn’t everyone cry when a loved one dies?”

“Mambos don’t,” she said, using the word she’d called me when she realized I absorbed powers after drinking undead blood. “Not unless they want the person to stay.”

“But he didn’t stay,” I said, anger at Don’s pain sharpening my words. “He died.”

“Yet here he is,” Marie replied with a flick of her fingers toward Don. “A ghost. Or more precisely, your ghost.”

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