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The pair of trackers clapped on either side of the otherworldly mother of three, hanging tensely tight for their decision.

Melissa pulled off the dirty job, which involved putting her hand (wrapped in a medical glove) into the half-gnawing mind of the late Ghost Rider, looking for something she knew she wouldn't find.

“It's not there.” “Your pineal organ isn't there,” he announced, removing his hand from the top of the vile-looking fellow and removing the glove to dispose of it.

"Don't take a look," Victoria murmured, shocked and dazed.

"Assuming what Mac said is valid, ghost riders get lost, twisted spirits and strayed into something not quite the same as they used to be," the tracker maintained, his brow furrowed. For what reason would someone need to use their pineal organs then, at that time?

"Besides, why would anyone take theirs?" Melissa asked.

Before that day, those murders were at that time rare, just as rare, but currently the word — odd was not to the point of portraying th