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happen.’<br />
Reyna picked at <strong>the</strong> faded plastic flowers. ‘During <strong>the</strong> Revolution, four hundred Americans got<br />
overtaken here by British cavalry. The Colonial troops tried to surrender, but <strong>the</strong> British were out for<br />
<strong>blood</strong>. They massacred <strong>the</strong> Americans even after <strong>the</strong>y threw down <strong>the</strong>ir weapons. Only a few<br />
survived.’<br />
Nico supposed he should have been shocked. But after travelling through <strong>the</strong> Underworld, hearing<br />
so many stories <strong>of</strong> evil and death, a wartime massacre hardly seemed newsworthy. ‘Reyna, how is<br />
that your fault?’<br />
‘The British commander was Banastre Tarleton.’<br />
Hedge snorted. ‘I’ve heard <strong>of</strong> him. Crazy dude. They called him Benny <strong>the</strong> Butcher.’<br />
‘Yes …’ Reyna took a shaky breath. ‘He was a son <strong>of</strong> Bellona.’<br />
‘Oh.’ Nico stared at <strong>the</strong> oversized grave. It still bo<strong>the</strong>red him that he couldn’t sense any spirits.<br />
Hundreds <strong>of</strong> soldiers massacred at this spot … that should’ve sent out some kind <strong>of</strong> death vibe.<br />
He sat next to Reyna and decided to take a risk. ‘So you think we were drawn here because you<br />
have some sort <strong>of</strong> connection to <strong>the</strong> ghosts. Like what happened in San Juan?’<br />
For a count <strong>of</strong> ten she said nothing, turning <strong>the</strong> plastic bouquet in her hand. ‘I don’t want to talk<br />
about San Juan.’<br />
‘You should.’ Nico felt like a stranger in his own body. Why was he encouraging Reyna to share?<br />
It wasn’t his style or his business. Never<strong>the</strong>less, he kept talking. ‘The main thing about ghosts – most<br />
<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m have lost <strong>the</strong>ir voices. In Asphodel, millions <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m wander around aimlessly, trying to<br />
remember who <strong>the</strong>y were. You know why <strong>the</strong>y end up like that? Because in life <strong>the</strong>y never took a<br />
stand one way or ano<strong>the</strong>r. They never spoke out, so <strong>the</strong>y were never heard. Your voice is your<br />
identity. If you don’t use it,’ he said with a shrug, ‘you’re halfway to Asphodel already.’<br />
Reyna scowled. ‘Is that your idea <strong>of</strong> a pep talk?’<br />
Coach Hedge cleared his throat. ‘This is getting too psychological for me. I’m going to write some<br />
letters.’<br />
He took his notepad and headed into <strong>the</strong> woods. The last day or so, he’d been writing a lot –<br />
apparently not just to Mellie. The coach wouldn’t share details, but he hinted that he was calling in<br />
some favours to help with <strong>the</strong> quest. For all Nico knew, he was writing to Jackie Chan.<br />
Nico opened his shopping bag. He pulled out a box <strong>of</strong> Little Debbie Oatmeal Creme Pies and<br />
<strong>of</strong>fered one to Reyna.<br />
She wrinkled her nose. ‘Those look like <strong>the</strong>y went stale in dinosaur times.’<br />
‘Maybe. But I’ve got a big appetite <strong>the</strong>se days. Any kind <strong>of</strong> food tastes good … except maybe<br />
pomegranate seeds. I’m done with those.’<br />
Reyna picked out a creme pie and took a bite. ‘The ghosts in San Juan … <strong>the</strong>y were my ancestors.’<br />
Nico waited. The breeze ruffled <strong>the</strong> camouflage netting over <strong>the</strong> A<strong>the</strong>na Par<strong>the</strong>nos.<br />
‘The Ramírez-Arellano family goes back a long way,’ Reyna continued. ‘I don’t know <strong>the</strong> whole<br />
story. My ancestors lived in Spain when it was a Roman province. My great-great-somethingsomething-grandfa<strong>the</strong>r<br />
was a conquistador. He came over to Puerto Rico with Ponce de León.’<br />
‘One <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> ghosts on <strong>the</strong> balcony was wearing conquistador armour,’ Nico recalled.