Nick cleared his throat, and tried to figure the best way to word the question. In the end he decided to just be direct.

“What do you know about ‘The Ripper’?”

Isaiah’s expression was stony. He took a moment before answering as if he had to control some emotion before allowing himself to speak. “I know what they say about him. Not sure if I believe it all, but I don’t want to find out.”

“Tell me what they say.”

Isaiah gripped the arms of his chair as he spoke. “They call him Zach the Ripper. They say he was a bad seed when he was alive, and even worse afterward. Evil to the core, and dumb as a post. They say he hates the living so much, he reaches into the living world and pulls their hearts right out of their bodies.”

“Ecto-ripping!” Nick said, not sure whether he was more amazed or horrified.

“They say he can pull anything out of the living world and into Everlost … but that kind of ability, it can make a person crazy.”

Nick nodded. He had known a spirit called the Haunter. Ecto-ripping was just one of his powers. He might have been insane, or simply corrupted by his power from the inside out. Regardless, he was darkly evil, and had imprisoned Nick in a brine-filled barrel, where he might have stayed until the end of time, had things been different. The thought of facing another Afterlight like the Haunter made him shiver.

“There’s more,” Isaiah said, but then he hesitated, as if he was afraid to even speak it aloud. “People say the Ripper can also reach right inside an Afterlight, and pull stuff out, too. And when he does, the wound doesn’t heal … and whatever he takes … it don’t grow back.”

“That’s impossible.” Nick knew enough about Everlost to know Afterlight “flesh” wasn’t like living flesh at all. Wounds were bloodless, and zipped closed instantly. “You can’t hurt an Afterlight.”

“Maybe it’s just a story,” said Isaiah. “But maybe not.”

Was Nick crazy to be searching for a spirit such as this? Probably. But on the other hand, Mary was building herself an army, and what did he have? Johnnie-O and Charlie? If he were ever to face Mary again, he would need powerful allies by his side to help balance the odds.

Allies … and Allie.

He wondered where Allie was now. Of course he wanted to see her again—but he had also spent a lot of time thinking about her skinjacking skill. What an amazing power that was! And terrifying, too. Or at least it would be, in the wrong hands. Thank goodness Allie was a decent girl with a conscience— because her skill could really make a difference in a battle against Mary.