Risen (Haunted Series Book 22)

were in danger.
“Mia, it’s Sabine.”
“Sabine,” Mia said and sat back on the ground, a wave of relief washing over her.  “It’s good to hear your voice.”
“Mia, I think I’m in trouble.”
Mia’s mind flashed to Patrick, and she prayed he hadn’t knock up her cousin.  “Give me your symptoms.”
“My head pounds. I’m nauseous.  Extreme negativity…”
“Whoa, say that last bit again,” Mia said.
“The island is so horrible.  It has negative, hurtful waves of emotions rolling off it, and they are crippling my senses.”
“Oh, I thought maybe you were pregnant.”
“Mia!  Why would you think that?”
“Patrick.  Those Callen men can be very charming and…”
“Oh no, Patrick has been a gentleman this whole trip.”
“That’s very suspicious,” Mia said.
“Can we talk about what I called you about?”
“Sorry, go on.”
“As you know, we are in the Caribbean looking for the Wall treasure.”
“You know, I completely forgot about that,” Mia admitted.  “So, you’re chasing down clues and…”
“Guadeloupe was a dead end, but Mason found some information that the ship that was carrying the supposed treasure was stopping at a small island before it sailed on to North America.  So, we took the yacht to the island.  Mia, it’s horrible.”
“Horrible how? Ugly, volcanic…”
“Evil.  The locals call it Lanfè which translates to Hell.”
“Go on,” Mia encouraged.
“As we arrived, all I could hear was screaming.”
“Residual or active?”
“Residual events, but not just a few, dozens of terrifying encounters with the island which mostly ended up in death.  Our instruments started to go haywire, so the captain took us further out to sea.  But, still, the negativity rolls out over the waves.  It’s as if someone is purposely jamming my sensitivity with horror.”
“I suggest staying off the island.  Maybe get a drone and do some flyovers to see if there are any structures that could hold a treasure.”
“Too late. The boys are on the island right now.  They have an experienced crew member with them.  And Kevin and Fergus,” Sabine added.
Mia rolled her eyes. Kevin Murphy and Fergus O’Connor may be smart to have on hand for a bar fight, but investigating Caribbean islands?  Patrick was a shrewd operator. He wouldn’t have had them along unless he thought that they would be useful.  Sabine wouldn’t have called Mia unless she was in distress.  Mia sobered up and asked, “What’s your immediate concern?”
“I need to block the negative so I can read the rest of the island.  This way, I can warn or direct them when needed.  How do you block or separate the negative from the other information?”
“Some clairvoyants use white crystals, white candles, and white flowers to absorb the darkness.  You can encircle yourself with these items, and they may act as a filter.  You don’t want to block everything, otherwise salt…”
“Mia, I’m on saltwater, and it’s not stopping anything,” Sabine snapped.
Mia was surprised.  Sabine never raised her voice or complained.  The negativity was getting to her cousin.
“OOB straight up out of your body and take a look in the spectral wind.  See if it’s a direct assault, or perhaps, the yacht is anchored in a natural spectral wind pattern.  If so, have them move the boat until you’re out of the path of the wind.  If it is a direct assault, then you should get the boys off the island.  Only an extremely powerful entity can push over saltwater.  Wait.  Give me the GPS, and I’ll have Jake look for ley lines.  You could just be parked over one,” Mia said, thinking aloud.
Sabine gave her the information.  “I’ll OOB upwards and check the wind in the meantime.  I’ll call you back,” Sabine promised.
Mia got up and dusted the dirt off her jeans.  She walked quickly to the office after she kicked off her muddy boots.
Ted looked over from the computer and asked, “What brings you here?  As if I didn’t know it already.”  He patted his lap.
“Down boy, I have a request for Jake.”
The large monitor popped on.  A large eye stared at Mia.
“I need you to check these coordinates for ley lines, spectral wind systems, or anything that would explain why Sabine is being assaulted with negative vibes,” Mia stopped a moment and then added, “Please.”
Ted typed in the GPS.
“On it,” was all Jake said.
Mia explained the phone call while they waited for Jake to work on the problem.
“Where’s Cid?”
“He’s working on his house,” Ted said.  “I’m up to my neck in theory, so I suggested that, until I can unravel this problem, he may as well find something else to do.  He stomped off.”
“Maybe you could have said it nicer,” Mia offered.
“Nah, niceness will just confuse the boy.”
“He’s barely younger than you.  How can you call him a boy?”
“Very easy, it just pops off my lips.”
“You better be careful that that boy doesn’t pop you one on the lips,” Mia said, immediately regretting her words.  “I mean, he doesn’t punch you in the mouth.”
“Gee, either way, it would be a surprise,” Ted said.  “How about you pop me one right here.”  Ted puckered up.
Mia leaned down and kissed him.
Ted wrapped his arms around her and drew her onto his lap.
“AHEM!” Jake said as he started to post the information he found.  “Did you know that island, although in French territory, isn’t listed?  I can find it with the satellite, so it is real.  But officially, it doesn’t exist.”
Mia looked at the various maps Jake displayed.  “No ley lines.  The nearest is hours away.  Spectral wind?”
“I have someone working on it from the dark web,” Jake said.
“You have someone working for you?” Mia asked, amazed.
“I’m connected.  The name of the island is different from what the locals call it.  It comes up as Lucifer’s Lip or that’s what the translation