Page 76 of Joker's Ghost

The reporter scrolls down and turns the screen to us again. “Here’s his obit, died October 31, 2015.” The reporter laughs. “Kinda freaky, ten years ago today.”

The reporter pockets his phone and slaps Cobra on the back. “Looks like you got a winner here.” Then he takes his drink and moves to the other side of the room.

Cobra and I exchange a look. “Fuckin weird.”

“Maybe—” Cobra begins, but I cut him off fast.

“No maybes—you and I both know who and what we saw last year.”

“Or what we didn’t see. Remember our last meet with Warrior when he left our church room—then vanished?”

“We’re not gonna say anything about this to the others.”

“No shit. They’d think we were both fuckin’ crazy.”

“Exactly.” I pocket the silver amulet, and a sensation of calm washes over me.

Daisy approaches, wrapping her arm around my waist, her gaze centered on Derek receiving backslaps from the other brothers. “We’re very lucky.”

I pull her in tighter, cradling her head to my shoulder.

“You’ll never know how much.”

THE END