“Apply it first thing in the morning and then at night. Your face should clear up in a week,” said Alma handing Delphina’s client a vial.

The client looked it over. “And it works?”

“Guaranteed!” said Alma. She handed her a card. “And if you liked it and need more feel free to give me a call. I also offer massages.”

“Probably going to need the stress reliever after you get a call from your boss,” said Delphina.

The client gave her odd look but thanked Alma before leaving the booth. Delphina put up an 'out for lunch' sign.

“Do you always have to poach my customers?” asked Delphina.

“She was self-conscious about her complexion so naturally I helped her. Is that so wrong?” said Alma light-heartedly.

She grimaced as they both got up.

“You okay?” asked Delphina.

“Yeah. They’ve just been very chatty lately,” answered Alma. “I don’t suppose you would have any idea why.”

Delphina headed for the trailer lot, her lips pursed. “I can’t say for sure.”

“What did you see?”

“A mime in distress.”

“Huh?”

Delphina pointed ahead. Mimo was in the process of being harassed by a frantic mother.

"Could you drop the mime act for at least a second?!" said Ingrid frustrated.

Mimo pointed to his throat and shook his head. Ingrid was about to explode when Alma stepped in.

“He can’t. He literally can’t talk,” she explained.

Mimo bobbed his head in confirmation.

“Oh! I’m so sorry! I didn’t know,” Ingrid apologized.

Mimo shrugged, as if this sort of thing happened to him a lot. He made some hand motions to Alma and Delphina.

“Your daughter is missing?” asked Delphina in a worried tone.

“Yes. She wandered off during a magic show and now she won’t even answer her phone,” said Ingrid. “Maybe you’ve seen her? Black hair, green eyes…”

Alma tilted her head. “Morgan.”

“... yes. So you have seen her?”

“I think she’s with my niece,” said Alma, sticking a finger in her ear. “Let me give her a quick call.”

She quickly dialed up Flor. It rang a couple times before going straight to voicemail.

“Maybe her brother knows where they are?” Delphina suggested.

“R-right.”

Alma called Rico, but like with Flor, it went straight to voicemail.

“And he’s not answering either,” said Alma trying not to panic.

She pressed her hands against her ears, trying to drown out the voices. “Mimo, do you know where Rico could be?”

Mimo motioned them to follow and headed for the trailer lot. Alma was about to follow when she remembered about Ingrid.

“Maybe you should wait here? In case Morgan comes back?” she suggested.

Ingrid pushed past her. Before Alma could protest, Delphina grabbed her by the arm and moved her along.

“We should hurry,” she said.

By the time they reached the lot most of the performers had gone out for lunch, leaving the place completely empty. Mimo stopped suddenly. The door to Rico’s trailer had been left wide open.

Alma ran into the trailer with Delphina close behind her. Ingrid stepped forward to follow, only for Mimo to step in front of her and block the path.

“I’m starting to see why Morgan found you annoying,” she said.

They found Rico stretched out on the floor unconscious. Alma and Delphina rushed over, trying to wake him.

“Ay Dios, Rico!” cried Alma. She narrowed her eyes on Delphina. “Did you know this was going to happen?”

“No! Well, I knew something was going to happen, but not what lead up to it,” said Delphina.

Rico groaned. “Tia Alma?”

“You’re okay! Thank goodness!” said Alma. “What happened? Where’s Flor?”

“Oh no! Flor!”

Rico jumped to his feet. Almost instantly, pain shot through his ankle and he went down like a sack of potatoes.

“Take it easy, you’re going to hurt yourself even more,” said Alma. “Now please explain what’s going on.”

Rico held his wrist, which along with his twisted ankle, was throbbing. “I got attacked by some sort of ghoul. It went after Flor and some girl she was with.”

Delphina gasped. “Morgan.”