“Well, exactly.” Marcy bit her lip in concentration as she tried to unhook a paper clip that had gotten bent. “She could be anywhere. So the easiest way to find her is to ask her.”

“We can’t just ask her,” Alex said. “We have no idea how to contact her. She left her cell phone behind, and I’ve been checking her Twitter and Facebook, but she hasn’t been on them.”

Marcy rolled her eyes. “I don’t mean call her or drop her a postcard.”

“Okay…” Harper said after Marcy went several moments without saying anything. “How do you propose we contact her?”

“We use the spirits,” Marcy said.

“The spirits?” Harper raised an eyebrow. “You mean like Capri Liquor Wine & Spirits?” Marcy looked up from her paper clips to glare at Harper.

“Gemma’s not dead, though.” Alex leaned on the desk and looked up at Marcy. “She’s not a ghost, so we can’t just ask her.”

“She isn’t,” Marcy agreed. “But that friend of yours is, and so is Bernie.”

“My friend?” Alex questioned. “You mean Luke?”

“Right.” Marcy finished her necklace, and she dropped it around her neck. “Both Bernie and Luke were murdered by the sirens. At least one of them has to be a restless spirit, haunted by the fact that their murderers got away with it, and I bet they’re keeping tabs on the sirens, too.”

Harper rolled her eyes. “Oh, come on, Marcy. That’s ridiculous.”

“You really think that Luke would know where Gemma and the other girls are hiding?” Alex asked, oblivious to Harper’s comments.

“Probably.” Marcy nodded. “I mean, if Penn had killed you and ripped out your heart, then run off to frolic in the ocean, wouldn’t you be pissed off and stalk her?”

“I probably would,” Alex reasoned. “So how do we go about this? How would we try contacting them?”

“Alex!” Harper said in disbelief. “You can’t really be buying into this.”

“Your sister is a siren,” Alex said, looking back at her. “She can turn into a mermaid. But ghosts seem unbelievable to you?”

Harper crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back against the copier, but she didn’t say anything. Alex had made a point she couldn’t really argue with, but that didn’t mean she still didn’t think this was all stupid.

“Do I need to get like a Ouija board or something?” Alex asked.

Marcy scoffed loudly. “Ouija. Pfft. That’s all hokum.”

“Okay,” Alex said. “So how do we contact the spirits?”

“Why don’t I meet you at your house after work, and I’ll bring everything we need?” Marcy suggested.

Even though Harper thought it was dumb, she didn’t have any better ideas, so she went along with it. Alex went home, and after work Marcy went home to get her stuff, then was going to meet them at Alex’s house.