Page 66 - Hunter the Vigil - Mortal Remains

After my visit to Central Park, I bought a newspaper and scoured the entertainment guide for clues. I had
talking about a special exhibit.
never heard of an entire museum dedicated to the occult before. Either the fairy-man was lying to me, or he was

A quick search pulled up the Theosophic Society. I knew it had a collection of rare books, posters, and
photographs on the topic. I’d always been meaning to go there, but I never found the time. Found Mags right
where I expected her to be: poring through dusty tomes. She was talking to someone — a teenager. I told her she
me to Bea.
should have called and left a message. We hugged. I guess she thought I was angry with her. Then, she introduced

I don’t know how to describe this kid. Her body was sixteen years old, but her face? She had that “I know
pulled me aside and told me she’s a ghostwalker.
too much” look. I tried cracking a joke. Asked Bea if she’d seen a ghost. That didn’t go over too well. Mags

Hate to say it, but I got angry. I’ve been going through every bit of lore I have to find Jesse’s killer and
Mags went the opposite direction: she tracked down a medium so she could “talk” to Jesse. I couldn’t believe
what I was hearing. Mags has got to stop feeling guilty about Jesse’s death. They had an argument, but all
couples do. Breakups are messy — especially between hunters like us.

I took a walk with Bea to find out more about her. She was pretty tight-lipped. If I didn’t know any
better, Bea was scared. When I asked her about that, she laughed. Said she didn’t want to frighten me.
I changed the subject. There’s been one too many encounters in the past few days and not enough time to
do my homework. I wasn’t sure I could handle a wet-faced teenager spooking me more than I already was.
Instead, I asked her about Jesse. She said the same thing that fairy-man did. Whatever got him was ancient.
“Try Egypt,” she said. “That’s what I told your friend.”
“Any particular reason why?”
“I just know.”

When I got back to the hall, Mags had already called a cab. She wanted me to go to the museum with her,
but I put a stop to that. All this field work was making my head hurt, and I wanted to do more research before
I came face-to-face with some ancient, terrible creature. I begged her to come with me, but she’s too headstrong.
Made her promise to text me or Alex, or anybody else we knew if she got in trouble, though.
my head.
The fairy-man didn’t think that I could win this fight. I don’t either. I’m starting to think I’m in way over