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"You remember e found this place, it looked as if they’d planted so here?"

"Yes"

"They planted bodies"

His j aw clenched, so I quickly told hi, and when I was done, I had a big hole but not a single bone or even a skull

"There’s nothing here," Murphy said in a voice that told me he didn’t believe there ever had been

"I think we raised theers"

"And the leopard?"

"Maybe Mezareau does run around with that costume on his head"

"Was the skin still on the hen you went into his hut last night?"

I couldn’t reed--maybe all three"

"Hold on" He stalked across the field and ducked inside the hut I tensed, expecting an outcry, a gunshot, so Murphy calancing inside, discovering that what he said was true; however, that didn’t mean what I’d seen wasn’t real Or even that it was

"Weird things happen in Haiti," Murphythe dead? That’s a little weird even for here"

"How can you stand there and say you don’t believe? Your blood hat raised them"

"Just because soround proves nothing You need to give up this obsession, Cassandra Go home Maybe see someone"

"You think I’ that? The answer had always been yes

"I think you hter," he said softly "That’s understandable But you need to let Sarah rest in peace and move on with your life"

"I can’t Without her there is no life"

Soht have been sorrow, but that was probably just a reflection of my own

"Make a new one," he said

"You have no idea what you’re talking about You never had a child"

"Not that I’m aware of"

How could he be flippant at a tiue, charmer, thief

He’d risked his life and round I doubted he even knehere it was

"You’ve obviously never loved anyone," I snapped

"Right you are, and no one’s ever lovedhard; his hands clenched So didus nowhere

"If there’s a chance in aher back, I’ll find it" I stared at the e happened"

If only I could reed," Murphy said "You i People don’t come back from the dead

It’s impossible"

I was furious now, probably because I was a little bit scared that he was right and if he was, then ould I do?

I stalked back to the village, leaving Murphy to follow or not; I didn’t care I had to talk to Mezareau, and since he wasn’t here, he must be there, or I’d find someone who knehere he was

I stepped into the coht of er looked dead Instead they smiled and chattered in the midst of what appeared to be the Haitian version of a block party

"I’ll show you impossible," I muttered, and reached into the pocket of my j eans for the zombie powder

I du a tiny hill Too much, really, but I was in a hurry

I headed toward the crowd, but before I reached the the particles into the air Like a cartoon cloud, they expanded, flying into the face of every villagerin the vicinity

I don’t knohat I expected Most likely the nothing that had happened every other time I’d used the stuff If my powder had been of any worth, why had Mezareau allowed me to keep it?

What I hadn’t planned on o dozen people screaony as they melted like the Wicked Witch of the West

Their flesh pulled away froernails lengthened, hair, too The wounds that had killed the like it, nor did I ever want to again

"OK," Murphy said "That I can’t explain"