Chapter 163

The man could have been Dad's brother. But close only counted in horseshoes and hand grenades.

"It's not him." I fired a text to Arkady to continue on to Mexico.

Rafael moved over to the framed book covers on the wall, examining them. "I went with Miles when he drove Mayan home. She was quite distraught."

I groaned. "Shit. I didn't mean to dump that on you. I couldn't deal with her and had to get out of there. Hey, is there anything in all your Attendant journals about necromancy? One of the journals did mention Repha'im."