CHAPTER 46Mara looked up to the ceiling of the bicycle repair area of Mason’s Fix-it Shop in silent prayer as she hung up the phone. If it could only be that easy. Maybe Prado simply couldn’t maintain his grip on all those bodies, and he’s on his way to the great beyond—or wherever people from his realm go. Ping stood next to Bruce’s worktable in front of a bicycle wheel, the spokes of which appeared to radiate from his head like some kind of silvery halo glimmering in the muted light from the Exit sign above the back door.
“What did they say?” Ping asked in a low whisper.
“Sam thinks Prado left Buddy’s body. It might mean he’s released everyone. And it that’s true, I’m off the hook—no Chronicle, no crossing over to another realm.” She jabbed the cup of ashes into the air to punctuate th
