“My dear sister, if you won’t keep better control of your pet, we are going to have to put him down,” the Randy Sam’s volunteer said. Great. So little blonde was the leader.
“Oh, please. You wanted him here. Here he is, Rose. Come, Angelito.”
Her sister, a.k.a. Angelito’s Rose, was my favorite outreach volunteer.
Angelito moved like a drunk man. There was nothing normal about him.
“Kneel, boy.”
He actually did. I was in shock. I hoped Bartholomew was recording this. I had blackmail on him for life.
“Yes, dear, I see that. I wanted his sorcerer of a grandmother, not this useless boy.” Blondie grabbed Angelito’s face. I was sure she was digging her nails into him.
“She will come for him. Trust me.”
“Ahhh!” Oops—I screamed. I couldn’t help it. The most disfigured, scary ghost appeared out of the wall carrying an ax. Trust me; that would scare the hell out of anybody. Unfortunately, the witches heard me.
“What was that?” Blondie was looking around in my direction.
“Probably one of those stupid ghosts. What else?” one of the other witches said. Her voice was the same as the one who had held the gun to my head.
“That sounded too human, Natalie. You two go and check it out.” She sent two of the really large muscle guys my way.
I had just a few seconds. “I need your help. Can they see you guys?” The dead woman looked terrifying.
“They will now.” She nodded at her partner, and she headed straight through the door. Ax Man was right behind her.
“Boys, no prisoners here besides Angelito. I need to get him out.”
“Isis, get him if you can. If not, get out as soon as possible,” General Constantine said.
“Holy shit!” I heard one of the men scream. The other squealed worse than I had. It made me feel better knowing I wasn’t the only one screaming. The feeling went away when they started shooting in my direction to get the ghost. I hit the floor.
Fourteen to one was not the best odds. If they were controlling Angelito, that would make things fifteen to one. I was sure Abuelita would not mind an injured Angelito instead of a dead one. I took a face mask from my cargo pocket and covered all the important parts. I grabbed a tear-gas grenade from Bartholomew’s basket. Once the breathing seal was secure and I was sure I could breathe, I kicked open the door and released the tear-gas grenade.
“What the…?” The group started coughing and cursing up a storm.
The smoke was everywhere. The witches were moving around toward the back of the room. A gust of wind hit me, and I had to hold on to the counter not to be knocked down. Little Blondie was standing in the middle of the room. She had cleared the gas, but not before taking a good hit. She looked like hell. It was a small consolation for this week.
“Who in damnation did that?” Her glare landed on me. Feeling devious, I waved at her. “You!” Who knew one word could hold so much hate?
She created a large ball of energy and threw it at me. I barely had time to duck. The light was so bright it was blinding. I took my mask off and rolled to my stomach. In less than two seconds, I had the safety off the M16. Before anyone could throw any more spells at me, I opened fire. The witches scattered like roaches, but I was sure I had hit at least one.
“Do you honestly think you will get out here alive?” Blondie was taunting me.
“I was planning to take a few of you with me. Great way to get my boss here.” Dying was not part of the plan. I moved around the desk for better coverage. I saw Ax Man pointing straight down. “Really, dude, do something.” That was the worst thing to say to an angry ghost with an ax. He unleashed hell on the world.
Ax Man was swinging as if he were still trying to get out of the fire. He connected with three of the guys, and they dropped like sacks of potatoes. The teenage boys appeared behind the witches, swinging sticks. Everyone was screaming, and spells were thrown everywhere. I couldn’t get close enough to grab Angelito. In the distance, I heard police sirens coming.
“Shit, the cops. Let’s get out of here. Bring the boy.” Blondie was giving orders.
“Hurry. You must leave.” My favorite dead tour guide was pulling me away.
“They have my friend.” I tried to fight, but she was pretty strong for a ghost.
We were heading down the corridor when I was hit in the head. I heard Natalie yell “Bitch!” and then I was out.
Chapter 31
I woke up a bit disoriented. I was in my bed, under my covers. I lifted my sheets, and I had PJs on. Had I dreamed everything?
“Hi, Isis.” Nope, I had not. Death was sitting in my room again, so it had all been real. I reached over and turned on my night-light. The movement made my head explode.
“Ouch. Hi, Death. What got me?” I rubbed the back of my head, and it was tender.
“A two-by-four.”
“That explains it. In battle, a two-by-four is always going to win against a head.”
Death smiled. She was wearing a red suit tailored to fit her, and she looked amazing.
“Nice suit.”
“A Valentino special.” She brushed her skirt, which was immaculate.
“Very nice. So what happened? I didn’t realize I’d killed anyone.” I tried to get comfortable on my bed and not slouch on the pillow. Big mistake. My head was pounding.
Death got up and came over. “Let me help.” She arranged my pillow and helped me sit up. She sat on the bed next to me
