about Everlost to know Afterlight âfleshâ wasnât like living flesh at all. Wounds were bloodless, and zipped closed instantly. âYou canât
hurt
an Afterlight.â
âMaybe itâs just a story,â said Isaiah. âBut maybe not.â
Was Nick crazy to be searching for a spirit such as this? Probably. But on the other hand, Mary was building herself an army, and what did he have? Johnnie-O and Charlie? If he were ever to face Mary again, he would need powerful allies by his side to help balance the odds.
Allies ⦠and Allie.
He wondered where Allie was now. Of course he wanted to see her againâbut he had also spent a lot of time thinking about her skinjacking skill. What an amazing power that was! And terrifying, too. Or at least it
would
be, in the wrong hands. Thank goodness Allie was a decent girl with a conscienceâ because her skill could really make a difference in a battle against Mary.
But Nick had to admit, with a heavy heart, that therewas no guarantee heâd ever see Allie again. Which meant he had to find other kids with unique powers to stand against Mary.
âTell me where to find the Ripper,â Nick said to Isaiah.
Isaiah sighed, and told Nick where the Ripper was rumored to be. âLike I said, it may just be a storyâno guarantee heâll be there.â
Then they shook hands. âI hope to see you again,â Nick said.
Isaiah couldnât look him in the eye. âYou wonât,â he said. âBecause if you find the Ripper, youâre never coming back.â
CHAPTER 6
Shuttle Diplomacy
The tracks ended.
They didnât end at the ghost of some grand terminalâthey just stopped. Whoever built them must have ripped them out of the living world even before the rail line was completed. Charlie pulled on the brake just in time, and the train squealed to a reluctant stop, just a dozen yards before the tracks vanished. âLucky I saw it!â Charlie said. âIf we went off the end, this whole train woulda sunk, with us still in it.â
Charlie etched the end of the line on the map he was making on the engine bulkhead. âThere was a spur that went off west, maybe twenty, thirty miles back. We could back her up and see where that track goes⦠.â
âMaybe later,â Nick told him, and turned to Johnnie-O. âWeâll walk the rest of the way.â
Johnnie-O did not seem pleased. âRest of the way where?â
Nick didnât answer him. âCharlie, you stay with the train.â He thought for a moment, then added, âYouâll wait for us, right?â
âSure ⦠unless those Atlanta kids show up.â
Nick nodded his understanding, and he and Johnnie-O went south, pushing through dense living-world brush that tickled their insides as they walked.
In time they came to a two-lane highway that ran east and west, cutting through the flat, forested Florida terrain. Nick turned east, and they followed the road, which was easier to walk on than the marshy earth.
âAre you ever gonna tell me where weâre going?â Johnnie-O finally asked.
Nick didnât look at him. âWe follow this road east until we reach the shore.â
âWhy?â asked Johnnie-O. âYou want me to be your bodyguard and all, then I got a right to know why weâre doing this.â
âI never said you were my bodyguard. If you donât want to come you donât have to.â
âWhy canât you just answer the question?â
Nick stopped and turned to him, thinking about how much he should say, if anything. âWhen did you die?â Nick asked him.
âWhatâs that got to do with anything?â
âIt just does.â
Johnnie-O looked down, shuffling his feet. âI canât exactly remember.â
âWhat
do
you remember?â
Johnnie took some time to rustle up what memories he could. âWhen I died,
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was
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