Risen (Haunted Series Book 22)

from Spanish is.”
“Lucifer’s Lip,” Mia repeated.  “Maybe an open portal into Hell?”
“Portal, huh?  That reminds me,” Ted said, unlocking his desk drawer.  “Look what I confiscated from Brian’s suitcase before he left.”
Mia watched as Ted drew out a thick, lethal piece of green chalk.
“How did he get that?  I tossed all mine after the Mbengar incident.”
Ted handed her the piece of chalk and watched as Mia took off her glove and closed her eyes.
The room disappeared, and she saw Brian.  She followed him backwards until she found herself at Target with Lazar.  Brian pointed to a box of sidewalk chalk and pleaded with Lazar, “I will wash down the cement after I’m finished.”
“No dirty words?”
“No dirty words,” Brian promised, opening the box and fingering one ominous green piece.
“Lazar bought him the sidewalk chalk.  He wouldn’t have known what you could do with the green pieces,” Mia explained.  “This is only one piece.  There are four more toddler-fist-sized pieces somewhere.  I’m going to have Murphy search his room.  If we don’t find them, we’ll have to notify Ralph.”  Mia stuck the piece in her pocket for temporary safekeeping.
Sabine lifted up out of her body.  She wove a tether with the positive energy that flowed from her.  She was taking no chances of losing the bilocation over saltwater.  She studied the spectral air patterns and saw that the whole island radiated outwards with negative energy.  It wasn’t just directed at her, which was somewhat of a relief.  She felt an absence of activity in the realm which she had OOBed into. No ghosts aside from two, whom she assumed were Kevin and Fergus.  She heard their deep voices, but they were too far away to discern what was being said.  Sabine looked away from the island and searched the horizon.  She saw something she would have a hard time explaining.
Sailing just above the water, but close enough to slice through a few waves, was a large dark ship.  Its masts held tattered cloth that still seemed to be able to catch the spectral wind.  It was moving away from Sabine and soon had disappeared over the horizon heading into the Atlantic.  “Ghost ship,” she thought.  Sabine lengthened her tether and moved upwards quickly, but not quickly enough to catch sight of the boat.  She turned and looked down and saw only what looked to her to be an island devoid of all but the two Callen brothers, carefully working their way along the rocks towards one of the two waterfalls, and the boat tender, who had anchored just off the rocky coast.  Kevin and Fergus weren’t visible, but it didn’t mean that they weren’t there.  There was too much to obstruct Sabine’s sight, even from this altitude.
Sabine returned to her body.  As she woke, she felt her stomach turn.  She barely had reached the bathroom before she lost her breakfast.
Mia resisted the urge to call Sabine.  Sabine said she would call Mia, and Mia would wait impatiently for her to return the call.  Plus, calling a satellite phone number wasn’t exactly in the Martin budget.
Her phone rang.  Mia picked up quickly. “Sabine, are you alright?”
“I just lost my breakfast.”
“What happened?”
Mia listened while Sabine told her all about what she had seen, including the sighting of the ghost ship.  Mia filed the information away for after the phone call.  “Jake is still searching the dark web, but the island’s real name translates to Lucifer’s Lip.  There isn’t a ley line within miles of the island, and officially, it doesn’t exist, even though I suspect the French would consider it one of their own.”
“I guess, if you’re going to hide a treasure, what better place to hide it?”
“How certain are you the treasure is on the island?” Mia asked.
“It’s more of a hunch.  We were here, so we decided to take a look.”
“I’ll have Jake search the net for any mention of the America.  Maybe it stopped somewhere else.  Does Mason know where its final destination was?”
“I’m not sure,” Sabine admitted.
“I’ve thought about how you could ease your discomfort.  You need to enter your mind house and put up a barrier.  Dig a moat if you have a castle.  Close the shutters if it’s a house.  You get the idea?”
“Yes.  But wont it interfere with being able to hear Patrick and Mason?”
“Maybe, but you’re no good to them prostrate on the bunk either,” Mia reasoned.  “I don’t want you setting foot on that island.  No matter the pull or the need.  Call others in if you feel Patrick and Mason are in trouble,” Mia counseled.  “You’re a light of good and haven’t been trained for a physical fight with evil.”
“I know I’ve neglected my training.  Bev is so much more advanced than I,” Sabine acknowledged.  “Can you call Angelo and give him a heads-up?”
Mia winced. She did not want to call Angelo.  She wondered why Sabine didn’t want to talk directly to him, but her cousin must have had her reasons, so she agreed.  “I’ll call him as soon as I hang up.  I suppose he’s in Chicago?”
“Last I heard,” Sabine said and ended the call.
Mia put her phone in her pocket.  She decided that she would call him away from the ears of Ted.  This way, if she had to get testy with Angelo, it wouldn’t further Ted’s dislike for the Italian birdman.
“Sounds like Sabine is in over her head,” Ted said.
“I believe my cousin can rise to whatever the challenge is, but she’s out of practice, so her confidence isn’t very high.”
“You should have gone with them.”
“I wasn’t invited.  But I admit it would be nice to be on a yacht on the Caribbean instead of transplanting bushes. Whatever possessed April to plant lilacs so close to the house?”
“They were probably cute when they