Kennedy's grinning as he bites into his strip of bacon and Ethan's smirking. Ben and Nicole both turn away.
"Yes, a photo," Lucy says vehemently. She pounds a fist on the table. Jesse wraps his arm around her, biting his lip, trying not to laugh. "There was no mistaking it was him. It was a photo of him at the age he would be now."
Cage coughs into his coffee.
"I'm so sorry, Luce," Sera says when in reality I can tell she wants to laugh.
Lucy nods, sniffling again. "I just wanted to meet him."
"I know, baby," Jesse replies, rubbing her arm with his hand, pulling her closer to his side.
"Do you think he died happy?" Xan asks.
Cage opens his mouth to reply, but Sera kicks his foot under the table. Kennedy snickers and Ethan grins. Ben and Nicole still have their backs toward us, but I see their shoulders shaking with laughter.
"I'm sure he died happier than he would have had he died by overdosing on the toilet,” Sera answers.
"He was homeless," Lucy adds.
Sera sighs. "Homeless or not, I'm sure he lived a happy life, Luce."
Lucy nods. "We should go to Graceland sometime. Pay our respects to his memory."
"Yes. Let's do that soon," Xan agrees, I nod along.
"We've got some gigs lined up in Memphis and Nashville next month. That'd be a good time," Cage offers.
Lucy and Jesse are up at the buffet and Lucy looks miserable.
“I have a plan,” I whisper to Xan.
He nods. “I’m in.”
Lucy sits across from me and Jesse across from Xander at the long table Lincoln, Kennedy, and Ethan have chosen for us. Sera and Cage are sitting adjacent to Jesse.
“Lucy,” I begin.
She looks up, despondent and bleak.
“Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to come back to Vegas with all of us and go on the true Elvis hunting mission we got cheated out of by that lying Fat Elvis bastard,” I challenge.
“But he’s dead.”
I scoff. “You really think Elvis would look that shitty? Dead, alive; old, young? Please. He’s Elvis.”
Lucy perks up. “That’s right. Even when he got fat, he was handsome. That lying bastard.” She pounds the table again.
“Luce,” Xander begins. “It was the Enquirer. Of all the rags out there, that one is the worst. Remember the alien boy? All the UFO bullshit?”
She nods more enthusiastically now. Beside her, Jesse grins and winks at me.
“I remember that!” she shouts, then looks around. “Oops. I didn’t mean to shout, I was just so excited.”
“Who isn’t?” I reply. “This is our mission.”
“You’re going to have to hold off on that for a month or so,” Cage tells me.
“Oh?” I ask, devouring more bacon. I didn’t even see Cage and Sera walk up.
