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“I understand someone isn’t happy with their ink,” he smiled.
“No, sir. I am not,” she laughed for the first time in days. “Can you make this something prettier? Maybe flowers, or shamrocks, anything.”
“Shamrocks seem right,” he smiled. “You’re one lucky girl. Let’s do that and make sure the luck stays with you.”
“You’ll be fine now, Gracie,” said Gaspar. “Let them take care of you, and then we’ll check on you until you go home.”
“Even when I’m home, can you come and check on me?” she asked. Ghost smirked at his friends.
“You can count on it, honey.”
Although they didn’t think anyone would come for Gracie or the others, they posted guards in the clinic to make sure no one did anything funny. As the men left the clinic, walking toward the cafeteria, Marcel and Nathan followed in their haze of ghostliness.
“Any more thoughts, Marcel?” asked Gaspar.
“I’m afraid not. You’ll need to search them all,” he said, shaking his head. “I do think that because Nathan could sense this place, it may have native meaning as well. Perhaps look for something like that.”
“Thank you. Both of you. We’re going to find our last girl.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
“Where are they? Where are the ones that I sent you to get?” yelled the man.
“Listen, don’t rag on me, dude. No one was going to do a tattoo from a guy on the street. I think someone talked to these kids or spread the word.”
“Who? Who could do that?”
“I don’t know, but find yourself someone else. I’m done,” he said.
“Spire! Spire, if you leave here, you’ll regret it!”
“I regret meeting you, you sicko. Take your perverted ideas and shove ‘em. I’m outta here. I didn’t sign up to terrorize kids and kill some girl.”
“I didn’t kill her. She was stupid enough to attempt escape in the middle of a swamp.”
“She was scared to death and thought she could swim to shore. The problem was, she couldn’t see a damn thing. You’re responsible for her death. You’ve done enough ‘research.’ Leave these kids alone.”
He quickly left the old fort, slamming the iron gate as he left. There was only one left. One very stubborn girl and the man desperately wanted to break her. But thus far, she’d been able to hold off her reaction to everything they’d thrown at her.
“What now?” asked the younger man.
“We continue with her. See if you can find another tattoo artist that will work for us. I need maybe a dozen more kids.”
“Sir, we’ve done dozens so far. One has died. If someone finds us, we’re going to be charged with murder.”
“No one will find us,” he growled at the younger man. “I’m changing the world. I will be at the cutting edge of research no one has dared to do.”
“If you say so,” said the young man.
Riley took Luc and Angel with her to Loyola University. Since one of them had allegedly been wearing a Loyola sweatshirt, this could be the lead they’d been waiting on. Loyola and Tulane were the last two universities for her to visit anyway, so she hoped to kill two birds with one stone.
“That’s the building,” said Riley, pointing to the sleek new building.
“College sure has changed,” frowned Angel. “Half these kids look like they’re wearing their pajamas, and the other half looks like they’re barely wearing any clothes at all.”
“Yeah, girls tend to wear less and less,” said Luc.
“I’m not talking about a girl. That guy over there is in cut-off shorts, a crop top, wedge heels, and makeup.”
