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sounding suddenly old and tired.
    There was a loud crashing sound behind them and Cindy jerked around.
    “What in tarnation is going on in here?” Carl bellowed, his voice echoing around the gym.
    Cindy jumped and then faced him with a grimace. “We’re just working on the haunted house.”
    “It looks like you’re cleaning up a mess to me,” he said, his voice only a notch below a shout.
    “No messes here, just creation,” she said defiantly. She wasn’t in the mood for one of his temper tantrums.
    She saw his eyes drift to the ceiling and she forced herself to stand her ground when he looked back at her.
    “Make sure you clean it up then,” he growled before turning and leaving the room.
    “Thanks,” Dave said, once the door had closed behind him.
    “You’re welcome. I figured neither of us really needed to deal with him today.”
    “You figured right. I know where he keeps the extra tall ladder. After he’s left today I’ll get it out and clean the ceiling.”
    “I think that might be a good idea,” she agreed. “At least we’ve almost got the rest done.”
    “Thank you, for everything,” he said.
    “That’s what friends are for,” she said, forcing a smile onto her face. Inside, though, she was worrying about what he had told her about his feelings that something bad was going to happen. All she could do was pray that he was wrong.
     
     
    When Mark had gotten into the office in the morning he’d discovered that they finally had an identification for the murdered girl. Her name was Cheyenne and she was seventeen, a high school senior who had been reported missing yesterday morning by her parents.
    He went to see them and the visit made him sick to his stomach. He’d talked to lots of parents of victims before, just never when the victim was so young. He spent the entire time thinking about his own children and what he would be feeling if he was in their shoes and one of his children had been killed. It made it hard to stay on task and he silently cursed Liam for being on vacation.
    In the end her parents had been no help at all. Their daughter was a nice girl, homeschooled, no close friends. At least, not any that they knew about. Then again, sometimes parents were the last to know what was really going on with their kids. Again he found himself worrying about his own children even though they were just babies.
    When he’d finally finished talking with them he had no new leads to follow. He checked with the coroner but there was nothing new on that end either. The man was still running tests, taking samples.
    Waiting was the part of the job that Mark hated the most. He did manage to swing by and pick up the crime scene photos he’d asked for duplicates of so that he could get Jeremiah’s help with translation. Once he’d done that, he called the rabbi.
    “Free for an afternoon meeting?” Mark asked.
    “About the symbols?”
    “Yes.”
    “I can be available at four.”
    “Perfect.” It wasn’t. He was antsy and wanted to do something now. He realized, though, that this would give him an opportunity to at least follow up on a few leads about Lizzie. “Any chance you can meet me at the park downtown? I’ll be there checking a few things out.”
    “Okay.”
    Mark hung up and headed for the park. Michelle had mentioned that the coven met there near the big Redwood tree. He had checked and the full moon had been two nights before. It was a full moon the night the girl was killed, sacrificed, or whatever it had been. The very thought made him sick inside.
    He was only about fifteen minutes away from the park and he made his way there, trying to keep his mind from playing worst case scenarios over and over again. That wasn’t doing anyone any good, least of all him.
    Once he had parked downtown he got out and strolled into the park. He could see half a dozen joggers from where he was walking. It was not the most secure or isolated location to hold a coven meeting, but then again the