Ninaâs shoulders slumped. âOkay, thanks. You just saved us a trip.â
As the groom hurried off, Jordan stared at Nina. âThe voodoo shops stay open late,â she said. âAnd I know one we could tryâitâs a real one, not one of the junky tourist traps. We could go over there right now.â
âThatâs okay,â Nina said with a smile. âWeâll just hit up the cemetery right after school tomorrow.â
âSee anything?â Jordan asked.
Nina was peering at yet another half-illegible slab of stone. âNot yet,â she said, straightening up. âI canât really read this one, but the date of birth definitely doesnât match.â
She looked around. It was Friday afternoon, and sheand Jordan were deep in St. Louis Cemetery, surrounded by a maze of crypts and mausoleums. In New Orleans the water table was very high, which meant most burials were aboveground. St. Louis Cemetery looked more like a miniature city of marble and stone than a regular burial ground.
The two girls had come straight there from their respective schools, but that didnât leave them much time to search for Serenaâs name. It was almost three oâclock, and most of the tourist groups that had been there when the girls arrived had already disappeared.
âI shouldâve asked Dad if he knew exactly where Serenaâs grave is,â Nina muttered as she hurried to the next crypt in line, a modest stone square discolored by moss. âSearching this place could take all night.â
Jordan heard her and glanced over. âDonât even think about it,â she said. âI am so not staying here after dark!â
âI know, I was only kidding,â Nina assured her. She sighed and glanced around again. âI just wish we knew where to look.â
She noticed a man walking down the path nearby.Heâd passed them earlier at the head of a large group of tourists.
âHey, excuse me,â Nina called out, hurrying toward him. âAre you a tour guide?â
The man peered at her over the tops of his spectacles. âYes, I am,â he said. âBut Iâve just finished the last tour of the day. The cemetery is closing momentarily.â
âI know.â Nina shot him her most winning smile. âI just have a quick question, if thatâs okay?â
The man shrugged. âSure, shoot.â
âSomeone told me I have a relative buried here,â Nina said. âHer name was Serena Peralt, and she lived around the time of the Civil War. Do you happen to know where her grave is?â
âSerena Peralt?â The tour guide rubbed his chin thoughtfully. âCanât say I recall seeing that name here. Are you sure itâs this St. Louis Cemetery? There are two others.â
âYes, thanks, I know.â Nina bit her lip. âIâm pretty sure itâs this one. Are you positive you havenât seen that name?â
âSorry,â the man replied. âIâve been giving tours of this place for ten years, and I know just about every name in here by now. That one doesnât ring a bell.â
âOkay, thanks anyway.â Nina watched the man hurry off toward the exit.
Jordan joined her. âSo now what?â
âI donât know.â Nina sighed. âKim was positive that Serena was in this St. Louis Cemetery. But she said she hadnât seen the grave herselfâmaybe sheâs wrong and itâs one of the others after all. I can ask my dad if he knows.â
âOkay,â Jordan said. âBut listen, in the meantime weâre pretty close to that voodoo shop I was telling you about yesterday. Want to check it out? You know . . . just in case?â
âJust in case what?â Nina said. âJust in case I actually start believing in voodoo?â
âCome on,â Jordan wheedled. âIf you donât believe in it, then what can it hurt? We can just talk
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