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Reyes rubbed my back "You had a lot to learn"

"I did, but I don’t think it’s anything that will help us hat is happening right now"

I called a very sleepy Garrett and explained to theuy in the end, and I hated that he’d died of a heart attack after finding what he considered his own personal Holy Grail He wanted to publish eventually with the texts and make the prophet Cleosaurius as famous as Nostradamus I doubted that would ever happen, but he did find correlations to the prophecies of Cleosaurius and things that had happened throughout history Again, the same could be said for Nostradamus and a few other prophets, but that concept was rather cool

I couldn’t sleep the rest of the night I was still absorbing everything I’d learned and everything Reyes had told me But I decided to focus on the bottoht the Twelve and save our daughter? Nothing else really mattered at that point

Well, besides the fact that I still had three, possibly fourbody and the fact that I was getting terribly worried about my dad As I sat atto Artemis breathe as she slept at my feet, I did search after search on every database we had access to, both legally and illegally, looking for a connection a the suicide-note victims It was all I could do at the moment until the sun came up

Reyes walked up and rubbed my shoulders for a few

I liftedhim a sip of my decaf, but he just kissed ot the feeling he couldn’t sleep either Finally, after the longest sunrise in the history of the world, I picked up my phone and called Denise – my stepmother, for all intents and purposes I knew she wouldn’t be up yet, but she’d once told me never to call her unless the sun was up It was up!

"Hey, you!" I said as cheerfully as I could I woke up Arteroaned in protest and went to sleep with Reyes

"Charley?" she asked, her voice sandy from sleep

"The one and only Have you heard fro up "Have you?"

"Not a word I need to knohere he was staying when he moved out"

"Hoould I know?"

"Denise, I will send an army of dead people to haunt you for all eternity"

And that hen our usual dance, also known as the Tyrannical Two-Step, went downhill She beratedwas allthe moon or some shit, they would havehell

Because she had nothing to do with that