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“You did fine,” Percy assured him. “It took all three of us to break that glass.”
“Besides, you’re a child of Mars,” Jason said. “The ghosts of defeated causes are bound to serve
you. And the museum in Charleston has plenty of Confederate ghosts. We’ll need you to keep them in
line.”
Frank gulped. Annabeth remembered Percy’s comment about Frank turning into a giant goldfish,
and she resisted the urge to smile. She would never be able to look at the big guy again without seeing
him as a koi.
“Okay.” Frank relented. “Sure.” He frowned at his fingers, trying to pull them out of the trap.
“Uh, how do you—?”
Leo chuckled. “Man, you’ve never seen those before? There’s a simple trick to getting out.”
Frank tugged again with no luck. Even Hazel was trying not to laugh.
Frank grimaced with concentration. Suddenly, he disappeared. On the deck where he’d been
standing, a green iguana crouched next to an empty set of Chinese handcuffs.
“Well done, Frank Zhang,” Leo said dryly, doing his impression of Chiron the centaur. “That is
exactly how people beat Chinese handcuffs. They turn into iguanas.”
Everybody busted out laughing. Frank turned back to human, picked up the handcuffs, and
shoved them in his backpack. He managed an embarrassed smile.
“Anyway,” Frank said, clearly anxious to change the subject. “The museum is one place to search.
But, uh, Jason, you said there were two?”
Jason’s smile faded. Whatever he was thinking about, Annabeth could tell it wasn’t pleasant.
“Yeah,” he said. “The other place is called the Battery—it’s a park right by the harbor. The last
time I was there…with Reyna…” He glanced at Piper, then rushed on. “We saw something in the
park. A ghost or some sort of spirit, like a Southern belle from the Civil War, glowing and floating
along. We tried to approach it, but it disappeared whenever we got close. Then Reyna had this