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phones, which is unusual. Mark's relatively new to ghost killing, but he's mid-level too and has been pretty dedicated and responsible so far. Pete's other guy is positive he saw him follow you two outside, but they haven't seen him since. Initially Pete thought he'd followed Calvin's car, but Mark's car was still parked up at the resort and he isn't answering his phone either.” Phil shrugged. “But maybe the whole scene in Marin freaked him out and he just took off out of fear. Either way, Pete asked Carol to try and locate them just to be sure they're okay.”
    “So what now?” Billy asked. The irritation that never really left her voice was back in spades, but I knew it was more a product of frustration, exhaustion, and the fact that we really didn't have anything that would help us find the kid yet.
    Aris lifted his glass, but instead of drinking, he gave Billy a compassionate look and said, “Julie arrived in the city last night, and is staying at Vokkel's house. Our sources tell us that she is here to settle her father's estate.”
    “Well, she can have it,” Billy said emotionlessly. I knew she'd be fine as long as she didn't lay eyes on the woman, and that shouldn't be a problem since the two of them more or less avoided each other like the plague.
    Aris tipped his glass to her and took a shallow drink, then said, “I suggest you both go home and get some rest. Once we locate this boy, we will need the best of our forces, and that is you.” He placed the half-empty glass on the table and slid out of the booth.
    We watched Aris leave, and once he was out the door Billy said, “Well, he's right about us needing rest. I feel like I haven't slept in days.” Last night's exploits on top of recovering from a pretty good concussion appeared to be catching up with her…she did look tired. She glanced at me and said, “And you
look
like you haven't slept in days.”
    Phil chuckled. “Yeah well…,” he rubbed his hands together eagerly, “I need to get to the sanctum. I've got some things I want to follow up on.” He winked as Billy rolled her eyes at the word “sanctum”.
    The sanctum was Phil's term—and only Phil's term—for a room he'd commandeered in a rather large Edwardian house the Watchers had owned since the 1920s. It's located on Lincoln Way and 41 st Avenue, directly parallel to the south side of Golden Gate Park. The original purpose of the property was to provide a temporary home for our transient community of ghost killers, and a place to train newly minted ghost killers who didn't otherwise have someone to instruct and teach them. It's still used for both purposes today, although more the latter than the former. The house has one full-time occupant, another GK named Eric Tidbey. He does most of the training and maintains the property. But he only uses three or four rooms on a regular basis, making it a perfect location for Phil's library.
    I should mention that the Watchers, as a group, are very wealthy. It's rumored that they used less than ethical means to obtain their initial fortune (meaning they used ghosts and demons), but over the past several centuries, that money has been legitimatized. The secondary source of funds comes from the estates of ghost killers that were heirless. Those estates generally included any journals or diaries they kept. So on top of a vast fortune (that is used to maintain these safe houses and pay the salaries of the transient ghost killers who otherwise don't have incomes), the Watchers have a vast treasure trove of written information that no one has bothered to centralize or organize.
    When Phil was first shown the house, he noticed boxes and boxes of documentation, journals, letters, etc. written by visiting ghost killers and left there or sent there after they died, dating back to the purchase of the house. That gave him an idea…why not turn the large and mostly vacant living room into a library and research center, and contact other Watcher groups to