Page 114 of The Eleventh Hour

“I don’t care. Go over there and wait with everyone else.”

“You don’t understand, my…” I look around. Where the fuck are River and Mason? Are they with her? Hope lifts in my chest, but it crashes down again when I remember what she told us. It’s outlandish. It’s impossible. It’s terrifying.

I see ghosts. I believe in ghosts.

Was what she was suggesting so outrageous? And if she’s right, what does he want? Her or more death? What is his end goal here? No, that’s not the important part. The real question is who the fuck is he? Are we dealing with a copycat with a ghost or Louis? I know she was being sarcastic, but could Louis have reincarnated?

I’m in over my head. I came out here to find my brother and discovered a woman who turned my entire world upside down.

Dane snarls at the cop, and I get a look at a woman who walks past. She is all hard edges, short and aggressive.

“Detective Descario?” I call out.

She whips her head around and narrows her eyes on me. I smile slightly as she approaches, hoping to ease the fury in her eyes.

“Who are you?”

“Rafael.”

“Ah, you’re friends with Jackie.”

I wince, wanting to protest her using Jax’s real name. “She was here with us. We were together when Titan did his thing, but we got separated.”

“Ah, yes, well, you’ll be happy to know that Miss Harmon,” she says this loud enough that several people whip their heads around, paying attention to the conversation. I narrow my eyes, but she just ignores me. “I mean, Jax Blackwell, is currently AWOL again. She’s fled the scene of the crime. Again. So, if you catch up with your friend, you bring her ass down to the department because if I catch her, I’m using any means necessary.”

My blood runs cold as the detective turns and vanishes.

“Might have been better to not have said anything,” Dane murmurs.

I close my eyes, and when I open them, I see something on the other side of the room that makes me feel sick.

“Dane,” I hiss and nudge his arm.

He lifts his head, and the two of us look at a sobbing black shape that rushes people in the crowd. It doesn’t seem to realise it’s dead or that no one can see it.

“Avert your eyes, Rafe,” Dane whispers.

I look away. The last thing we need is anymore ghosts hanging around- “Wait!” I lunge at Dane, gripping his shirt. “Gideon. He can help her.”

“He can’t help her in the light,” he shouts back.

I point at the ghost running at people. “He can. He can if he tries!”

Dane’s eyes widen. “How do we get him here?”

I shake my head, at a loss. “Call him?” I’m shoved violently into Dane as a couple of people rush into the crowd at our back.

“We’re going to need more than that. We don’t know if he goes somewhere else or he’s with her or he’s crossed to another realm.”

I wince. “We have to try.”

“We don’t know his name,” Dane says reluctantly.

“Just try, Dane,” I growl.

I close my eyes and picture the ghost in my mind. I imagine his large shape, the muscles, and the calm he exhibits. Memories are the river of life, and memories of them together go through my mind, and at the last moment, I picture green eyes. A hand clasps my jaw. With a startled cry, I wrench my eyes open, and I’m staring into those same green orbs and that shadow face that were in my mind.

“Help her,” I whisper.

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