Goodbye Justin. I hope wherever you are, you're happy, and with people that are far more deserving of your love-more than I ever deserved.

I watched as Beau strolled up to the coffin and kissed the bud of a single red rose that he held in his hand. He whispered a few words, and then allowed the rose to fall from his finger tips and land on top of the coffin. He took a step back and fell in line with the rest of the crowd.

I turned to Lincoln and smiled. It was a sad smile, but a smile nonetheless, and he returned it with a polite one of his own.

"I think I'm okay now," I said.

"I never said you weren't," he replied.

"I was just...saying goodbye."

Lincoln nodded.

"I never met him before, your friend Justin," Lincoln said, his eye focused on the coffin. "But I'm sure he was a good guy."

I nodded. "He was," I replied. "He was."

Once the service was finished, the sounds of the bra.s.s brand erupted again, this time playing the lively tune of O When the Saints.

The crowd gathered together once more and embraced the music, singing and dancing along, their tears fading away into joy.

It was a beautiful thing to see, the celebration of a person's life, even after their pa.s.sing. I'm sure it was what Justin would have wanted his funeral to be like.

The congregation sang and danced their way south on the city roads, making their way onto Bourbon Street. We followed along, tailing Beau closely.

The music continued to play, filling New Orleans with song after song, playing through an eclectic set list consisting of Feel So Good, Rhapsody in Blue, and then finishing with In the Sweet Bye and Bye.

There was a break in the music and I saw Beau peel away from the main procession. He headed towards a side alley.

We followed closely behind.

"Is he expecting us?" I asked.

Lincoln shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine," he said. "I don't think Shadow's ever met Beau either. All his intel came from a secondary source-one that may or may-not be trustworthy. I'm about fifty percent certain it's fine though."

"Are you guys ever one hundred percent certain of anything?" I asked.

Lincoln shrugged. "I'm one hundred percent certain that I enjoy the company of beautiful women, especially when they enjoy being subjected to my dirty talk," he replied. "And I'm one hundred percent certain that if we don't take a risk here, it's only a matter of time before we're the ones being mourned at a funeral."

I shrugged. "Well, here's hoping Beau's nothing short of a trustworthy gentleman."

We turned the corner of the alleyway, only to see Beau leaning against a brick wall, arms crossed, one hand holding his red trumpet, and the other one holding a gun.

He looked at us with his penetrating jade eyes and grinned.

"Well isn't this a slice of pie," he said, pointing the gun at us. "I seem to have found myself a couple of fans. Not to sound ungrateful but if you'd kindly reach for the sky that would be much appreciated. Then maybe we can find out what I can do for you."

He looked at me and smiled deviously.

"But if we can't play nice, then allow me to be the first to offer my musical services for your respective funerals."

Chapter Twelve.

Shadow "I can't believe you sucker punched me," Cairo said, pressing the ice bag against the side of his head. "I was already on your side you p.r.i.c.k."

"Someone needed to win that fight," I replied, pressing my own ice bag against my cheek.

The restaurant owner walked over to us, placing plates of steaming food onto our tables. My mouth watered at the wonderful smell of the dim sum dishes, still inside bamboo steamers.

I was ravenous. I suppose partic.i.p.ating in an illegal underground cage fight had worked up my appet.i.te.

"The usual," the owner said, a short balding man wearing a large, white ap.r.o.n.

"Thanks Albert. Looks great, as always," Cairo replied.

"My treat this time?" the owner asked.

Cairo smiled and shook his head. "No man. I'm a regular paying customer. You can keep asking, but I'll always leave change on the table."

The owner nodded. "One day," he smiled, "You'll let me treat you." He looked at the ice pack that was planted against the side of Cairo's head. "What happened?"

Cairo, with elbows on the table, pointed at me with his left thumb. "This jack a.s.s over here sucker punched me," he sighed. "I lost my first fight because he cheated."

"Oh?"

"In all fairness I had the fight won already," I replied.

"You don't know that man," Cairo argued. "For the entire fight, you were whining to me about listening to you, and when I finally did, you f.u.c.king cold-clocked me. Cheap man, that was just cheap."

"It was either you or me, and I don't think we're at that stage yet where I'm ready to lay on my back for you."

The restaurant owner looked at us, puzzled, before deciding to take his leave. "Enjoy the food," he said.

We were the only ones sitting in the restaurant. It was a perfect time to get down to business.

"Do you want to know the truth about that night at the Inferno?" I asked as I grabbed my set of chop sticks and s.n.a.t.c.hed up the fattest shrimp dumpling on the table.

"I'm sitting here, aren't I?"

I opened my mouth, the dumpling dangling at the end of my chopstick. I immediately felt pain shoot up the side of my cheek, where Cairo had landed one of his punches.

Chewing hurt even worse.

"How's the food?" Cairo asked.

"Can't enjoy it like I want to," I said, pressing the icepack against the side of my cheek while I chewed slowly. "Hurts like h.e.l.l."

Cairo stared at me blankly, before replying, "Good."

I leaned back in my chair and exhaled.

"I don't enjoy telling long-winded stories so I'll get straight to the point," I said. "Calisto's a power hungry psychopath. She murdered my parents because she was p.i.s.sed that she wasn't getting any attention, and then plotted for over thirteen years to destroy the Midnight Society. Abraham, James, Donald, Lucien, and your dad were all murdered by her. None of us saw it coming."

"How do I know you're not lying? It seems to come natural for you Midnight Society motherf.u.c.kers."

"Who benefitted the most out of the death of the Midnight Society, in terms of wealth and power?" I asked. "I'm wearing a ten-dollar hoodie from Target which I purchased on sale. I'm not swimming in green at the moment."

Cairo shrugged his shoulders. "I did hear rumblings that Calisto's started her own organization," he said, in between bites of a steaming pork bun. "She must be raking in some pretty pennies."

"The Revenants," I replied. "She took the majority of the Midnight Society with her."

"And no one chose to stay with you?"

I shrugged. "I guess they didn't like how I was running the show." I paused for a moment. "During that bulls.h.i.t celebration where I was to choose my wife, I ended up selecting a citizen-an outsider to the Midnight Society."

Cairo raised a brow. "Get out of here."

I nodded.

He started laughing. "Oh man, those rich b.i.t.c.hes must have s.h.i.t their pants. I would have loved to have seen the look on all their smug faces."

"They weren't happy," I agreed, "Which is probably why they sided with Calisto."

Cairo reached for another pork bun. "This girl must have been pretty special for you to select her."

I paused. What good was it telling him that the reason I selected Aria was because Calisto had mind-f.u.c.ked me for lord knows how long.

"So where's she now?" Cairo asked.

"I left her back in the States," I said. "Lincoln's watching her for now."

Cairo shook his head. "Man, why are you so backwards?"

"What do you mean?"

"If you're her man, it's your responsibility to protect her, not Lincoln, who has a hard time keeping his pants on by the way."

"Lincoln wouldn't," I stated.

"You sure?"

"Yes," I stated with finality.

Cairo raised both hands in a backing-off gesture. "Okay. I was just playing devil's advocate."

"Don't."

There was a moment of uncomfortable silence as we both picked up our chopsticks and concentrated on the food again.

"You love her?" Cairo asked.

"I thought I did."

"Not anymore?"

I glared at Cairo. "f.u.c.k, I don't know. Why do you care? I haven't seen you in over seven years and suddenly you want to talk about love?"

Cairo shrugged. "It sure beats talking about dead fathers."

I had to agree with him.

Cairo reached for the last pork bun and stuffed the entire thing in his mouth.

"So what do you need from me," he asked, still chewing his food.

"Reiko."

He looked at me, stunned for a second, before shaking his head.

"No idea where she is man," he replied. "I haven't seen her in over four years."

I sighed. "Let's not play this game."

"As I said, don't know where she is," Cairo repeated. "What do you need her for anyways?"

Cairo was a terrible liar.

"She's the best hacker in the world," I replied. "With her help, I can hit the Revenants where it really hurts-the money."

"No kidding," he said, feigning surprise as his eyes darted away from my gaze, "Reiko ending up as a hacker."

"The only chance I have getting to Calisto is through Reiko, and no one can find her. She's a ghost."

"She might not even be in Hong Kong you know," Cairo pointed out.

"I don't think so," I replied. "You two sleep in the same bed every night."

Cairo leaned back in his chair and sighed.