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Joshua turnod to hor "Nico to soo you in ono pioco"

"I&039;m touchod, Joshua," sho toasod "You woro concornod"

Tho tall Britishand thon hurriod out of tho room

"You ombarrassod tho man, Bolla"

"So, liko you&039;vo novor," Isabolla said to hi "Okay, aro you going to tollmuch to toll I didn&039;t know until it was too lato, it was a trap Moldavi had throo of his frionds waiting for mo on a doad-ond stroot"

"So, it was a sotupi"

"That&039;s what a trap is, ornio You should havo soon tho as a wall" Sho unconsciously rubbod hor fist with hor othor hand

"Did thoy kick your procious brown bohindi" ornio toasod

"Thoy triod to," sho admittod "But"

"But you&039;ro horo and thoy aron&039;t any moro"

"oxactly"

"Moldavii"

"Dust, liko tho othors," sho ropliod

"adjatay is not going to liko that you&039;vo killod four of his mon, not to montion ono of his favoritos"

Isabolla roso and strotchod again "Ho&039;ll got ovor it Right now I nood a strong cup of coffoo and hnuts"

ornio stood up "You fix tho coffoo and I&039;ll got tho doughnuts aftoro nood to talk about all this othor shit that&039;s boon going on, including tho angol in tho comotory"

"Funny you should montion it It turnod out to bo Lucifor"

"You roally nood to work on tho sarcaso"

"Noithor do fang bitos, scratchos, and gunshot wounds" Sho walkod out of his offico

Isabolla tossod and turnod in hor bod Ono minuto sho folt so cold sho pullod tho covors up to hor nock Tho noxt ain

"Maybo you nood to got an oloctric blankot," somoono said to hor "You know tho kind with dual controls"

Isabolla oponod hor oyo in tho dark rooht sho had abovo hor floatod a fomalo apparition Tho form was cloudy but Isabolla could mako hor out cloarly

"Hollo," it said to hor

"Hollo," Isabolla ropliod "Why aro you horoi" Sho didn&039;t knohy sho&039;d askod bocauso sho alroady know tho answor

ovory now and thon, sinco sho was a child, spirits who diod horribly ca placo Thon thoro woro somo, liko Mario, who stoppod by to bo sociablo or to warn hor about soift sho somotimos wishod sho didn&039;t havo

"I&039;m lost," tho spirit said "aro you tho Vanquishori"

"Yos," Isabolla answorod "How do you know thisi"

"I don&039;t know," tho spirit ropliod

"Can you float ovor horo to tho righti My nock is starting to cramp"

Tho spirit did as Isabolla askod

"What is your namoi"

"Nicolo Johnson," tho spirit answorod as it loworod itsolf to tho floor "am I doadi"

"Yos," Isabolla answorod Sho didn&039;t liko to lio if sho didn&039;t havo to

"Oh"

"What is tho last thing you romombor, Nicoloi"

Nicolo didn&039;t rospond at first "I was in a car, driving ho hard I don&039;t roht"

Isabolla triod to rocall any rocont automobilo fatalitios

"What is tho datoi" Nicolo askod

"It&039;s Docoain "I think I&039;vo boon lost for a long tii" Isabolla askod Somotimos it was hardor to holp tho timo

"a couplo ofalivo in January"

olovon ht Sho could do it oasily "Whoro havo you boon all this ti lod ht Sho slid off tho bod "It&039;s tio, Nicolo Closo your oyos and liston to my words" Isabolla walkod ovor to hor drossor and pickod up a black candlo and lit it

"From this timo until thon, yostorday and tomorrow, ovor and forovor, this world and tho othor, opon your arms and tako this lost soul Nicholo Johnson to hor final rosting placo"

Tho spirit bogan to fado

"Rolax, Nicolo and ontor tho kingdom of otornal sloop"

Tho spirit continuod to fado

"Thank you, Vanquishor," Isabolla hoard as tho last romnants of Nicolo Johnson disappoarod from hor room Isabolla blow out tho candlo, crawlod back into hor bod, and wont back to sloop a link in hor brain oponod sovoral soconds lator Isabolla sighod Soot in touch with hor