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True stumbled from the shove but regained her balance and glared over her shoulder as they headed across the beach beside the bar. “Hoping Verity has the treasure?”
“Not at all,” Faith said.
“Can you two stop making a spectacle of yourselves?” Nana tossed back over her shoulder. “You’ll draw attention.”
“They can’t see us,” Faith said. “And if they could, it doesn’t matter because we’ll be on the other side of the ship in a moment anyway.”
“The power of three,” True said, rolling her eyes. “I said I’d never do this again.”
“I remember,” Faith said. “Don’t cross the streams – cross the streams.”
“Ghostbusters?” True said with a big dollop of disbelief. “Now?”
“Sure, why not? Maybe we’ll pull a Slimer out by mistake; you could keep it as a pet,” Faith said.
“Oh, God,” True grumbled.
“As long as it isn’t a Stay Puft Marshmallow Man,” Nana said. “I don’t think Hope would appreciate it killing her bar.”
“Oh, God,” True grumbled, a little hint of panic in her tone.
“Don’t worry, True,” Faith said. “We could zap it, end up with a tonne of marshmallow and light a bonfire on the beach to toast it – the guest will love it.”
“Oh, God,” True groaned. Her mind was racing with everything that could go wrong, and she didn’t want to think about any of it. But with her sister and Nana at the helm, things probably wouldn’t be smooth sailing.
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Jennifer had rushed down her food as fast as possible, chewing quickly and swallowing hard on every bite. With one eye on the eclipse, she could see that it was almost time for the sun to be entirely covered, and she didn’t want to miss a thing. “Can I watch?” she asked eagerly.
Evie looked from Jennifer to the door and back to the child again. “Just at the door, don’t wander off.”
“Got it!” Jennifer rushed out, grabbed her special glasses and headed for the one little slice of space where she could fit in and watch.
Jennifer bounced on her heels with excitement for a moment until something on the beach caught her attention. She squinted and craned her neck, and just before the moon covered the sun completely, she could make out True, Faith, and Nana heading for the ship.
Jennifer tossed a look back over her shoulder at Parker and Evie, her aunt was laughing at something, and she reasoned that it would be rude to interrupt. Besides, she wasn’t wandering off, she was going to be with Faith, and it took her less than two seconds to agree with herself that it was okay.
CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
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Lex watched the guy with the camera as he strolled the beach, looking for the perfect shot of the eclipse. He was heading towards the ship's wreckage, and Lex thought they might have a problem that only he could deal with.
Three witches were standing on the far side of the ship, ankle-deep in water, away from the prying eyes of the tourists. He knew they were on a quest to get the ghost child from her watery prison.
Jennifer caught his attention, she was heading across the sand toward the witches, and the guy with the camera made the perfect trifecta of trouble.
Proof that magic was real was one thing, but proving that ghosts existed if caught on camera would bring the kind of attention to the area that none of them could afford to deal with. A ghost ship, a lot of people would line up to see that; it would make life a living hell for the pack.
Lex decided he had only one job: to stop any photographic evidence from getting into the public domain, and he would do it by whatever means necessary.
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Taking their lead from Nana, True and Faith pulled on their magic and allowed her to direct it inside the wreckage. They had no idea if there was another ghost inside, but if there was, could it be Verity?
A strange mist was rising, and True noticed it wasn’t the same as the one she had witnessed before. It raised the question, did different ghosts have different signatures? That was a question best left to Nana to answer at another time.
True felt her blood run cold at the sight of a figure forming within the mist. Smaller, childlike, but as dark as night. As with Sabastian before Nana had yanked him from the mist, she couldn’t distinguish any features in the darkness.
