“Sho what about the Shky Witch?” asked Moose.

“Her name is Mary Hightower,” Allie said.

“I know, I know,” said Squirrel excitedly. “I seen her books!”

“Her real name is Megan,” said Mikey, feeling further and further out of the loop. “Mary’s just her middle name.” But the others ignored him.

“Don’t believe everything you read in those books,” Allie said. “She lies and makes stuff up when it suits her.”

“She does not have nice things to say about skinjackers,” Milos said. “Still, I would like to meet her one day. She seems very … intriguing.”

“That’s not the word I would use,” Allie said. “She lures souls in, and traps them in an endless rut, doing the same thing day after day, forever.”

“And,” added Mikey, “she’s my sister.”

The others looked at him for a moment, and broke out laughing.

“Yeah, yeah,” Squirrel scoffed, “and the McGill is my cousin.”

Now Allie burst out laughing, which just made Mikey more annoyed.

“If the McGill was your cousin,” Mikey said, “I can guarantee he’d disown you.”

Allie reached over and secretly squeezed Mikey’s hand, leaving him to wonder what the squeeze meant. Was it a show of affection, or was she trying to tell him he was revealing too much information?

“Now it’s your turn,” said Allie, changing the subject. “Tell us about Jackin’ Jill.”

Clearly this was a sore spot with the other skinjackers, because they all looked away. Finally Milos spoke up.

“She and I were very close,” he said.

“How close?” Mikey asked, realizing Milos had a nice wound worthy of being prodded and poked.

“Close,” was the only answer he gave. “We traveled together, doing jobs for other Afterlights, in exchange for crossed objects.”

“Jobs?” asked Allie. “What kinds of jobs?”

“Jobs that could only be accomplished by skinjackers,” Milos said. “We would tell family members that their loved one in Everlost was all right. We would pass on some information that they otherwise would have taken to the grave. We would finish their unfinished business in the living world.”

“Yeah, yeah,” said Squirrel. “There was one kid who was obsessed with finishing his model airplane. So Moose and I skinjacked a couple of neighbor kids and finished it for him.”

“And don’t forget the time we got hired by that kid in Philly to beat up the fleshie that got him killed.”

Milos sighed. “Some tasks were more appropriate for Moose and Squirrel than others.”

“Impressive,” said Mikey, in spite of himself. The idea of using skinjacking as a profitable skill tickled Mikey where he lived.

“Yeah, yeah—we were very impressive—and we were rich, too,” said Squirrel.

Milos nodded. “By Everlost standards. We had quite a collection of crossed objects—and these were not just ordinary items. We had gold and diamonds—our customers would trade us their prized possessions in return for what we could offer. We even had a Porsche.”