I sat up straight in the seat and scrubbed my hands over my face.
“Has it been two hours already?" I asked hoarsely.
My throat felt as if I had been screaming for those hours.
“Yeah, you must have been tired. Did you get what you needed?" Craig asked.
I nodded and rubbed my blurry eyes until I could see once again. My vision cleared just as Craig stopped in front of a few older buildings that lined both sides of a small street.
“This is the French Quarter. I figured, if we're looking for the weird this would be a good place to start," he said with a half grin on his face.
I returned the ironic grin and nodded. “Good thinking."
I reached up to grasp my necklace only to find that I had pulled it off and it was already laying in my hand. Looking around to make sure it was safe, I
