Page 62 of Dead Weight


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Frowning, she dropped her gaze to the floor. “I didn’t think of that.”

“Shall I accompany you?” Sian asked.

“Stay here,” I barked.

I stepped outside and surveyed the yard.

I found the hand resting on one of the headstones like a sunbathing turtle. It saw me and scampered down the side of the stone.

“Wait. I’m not here to hurt you. I only want to talk.” I held up my hands as I approached it.

The hand stopped. Slowly, it returned to its perch.

“My name is Lorelei. What’s your name?”

The hand used sign language to spell out its name.

“Nice to meet you, Claude.”

“What is it?”

I swiveled to see Nana Pratt’s lip curled in disgust.

“I told you to wait inside.”

“You told Sian to wait inside,” Ray corrected me, materializing next to his partner in crime.

I returned my gaze to the hand. “Claude is a revenant.”

“I don’t know what that is,” she said.

“A zombie?” Ray interrupted.

“A relative, but a revenant is older, wiser, and less prone to decay.”

“Thank God for that,” Nana Pratt said.

Claude gave her the middle finger.

The elderly ghost gasped and clutched her nonexistent pearls.

“It can hear us,” Ray said in awe.

“And it’s terribly rude,” Nana Pratt added.

“Because you’re all undead,” I explained.

“I am not a zombie.” Nana Pratt sounded offended by the comparison.

“No, but you fall in the same category.”

She didn’t seem excited by this knowledge.

“What about vampires? Can they hear us?” Ray asked.

“Real vampires aren’t technically undead. That’s an old wives’ tale.” But they still felt my power. The smart ones did, anyway.

“If this thing is like a zombie, then where’s the rest of it?” Ray asked.

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