All right, Shawna,” said Rubberman, looking over his shoulder at the Necromantress. “We’re here. Where is the Ritual? I don’t see it.”
Sitting in the Rubbermobile next to Rubberman, I didn’t see it, either. The Harold Golden Bridge spanned the Roger Gate River, connecting both halves of Golden City together. It was the biggest and most used bridge in the city, as well as the oldest. Right now, it was totally empty of people, mostly thanks to the police barricade we had passed earlier. I suspect the only reason we had been allowed to pass the barricade was because we were the city’s superheroes because the police certainly hadn’t looked like they were willing to let anyone else pass.
The Necromantress furrowed her brow. “The Necromantress is searching for its exact location. She is so cl
