Keeping Up with the Deadlanders

by J.R. Rodriguez

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  Outside, The Banshee’s car pulled up by the lake. The rain was coming down in buckets. As Ankou peered out of the window, he could hardly see before him. He turned to Morrigan. “We need to get in there. I hope we’re not too late.”

  “Enough talking, old man! Open the door!”

  Ankou let out a long breath. “Wait here for us, Mrs. Banshee. I hope this doesn’t take long.”

  “I couldn’t do much in this dress, anyway. Be careful, you two! I’ll try getting in contact with Llorona again. She might be stuck someplace in this nasty storm.”

  “Do that, Ms. Banshee. Tell her to go home and wait for us. It’s too dangerous to be putting anyone else on the line. Now, let’s haul our asses, Miss Morrigan!”

  Ankou opened the door and was almost knocked to the ground by the force of the rain. He straightened himself up and extended his hand to help Morrigan out of the car. The two of them ran as fast as they could into the tunnel leading to Angelique’s lair.