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happened in it. The fact that both Mark and Cindy had been radiating their own fear hadn’t helped any so he’d been trying to ignore that, too. Which was why he hadn’t realized Cindy was in trouble earlier.
    “If you get me photographs from the coroner of the symbols, I’ll see what I can do to translate them for you,” he said. He didn’t want to admit it, but even though he’d known exactly what the Hebrew meant at the time he’d been staring at the body, he couldn’t remember what it was. That also scared him. He’d never had problems with recall like that before. He wondered if the shock of Cindy falling had been great enough to cause him to forget or if there was something more at work. What he did know was that he was grateful to be out of that basement, and he wished that he’d never answered the phone when Mark had called that morning.
    “I’ll see that you get the pictures as soon as possible,” Mark said. “I’ve got a bad feeling about this whole mess, and we need to get to the bottom of it fast. I’m sorry I pulled you two into this.”
    Jeremiah just nodded. It wouldn’t do any good to echo the man’s sentiment.
    An officer approached Mark and Jeremiah noted that the man was pale. “We finished checking the rest of the house,” he told the detective.
    “And?” Mark asked tersely.
    “We didn’t find anything. It appears to be completely abandoned. No furniture, no signs of habitation. There were thick coats of dust on everything.”
    “Any chance there was a nice clear fingerprint in one of those layers of dust?” Mark asked.
    “I’m sorry, sir.”
    “Of course. Why should any of this be easy?” Mark grumbled.
    Jeremiah could tell the other man was still frightened, and he didn’t blame him. He wouldn’t want to be in his shoes right now. This investigation was going to turn ugly and both of them knew it. Given the nature of the crime and the way the body had looked, if the press got wind of it, then things would just get crazier.
    Nobody needed that. Especially not this close to Halloween. It even had the potential to make national news which was a kind of nightmare none of them needed to live through.
    Deep in his gut he felt that old, familiar urge to disappear. Attention was the last thing someone like him wanted. Nosy reporters and a national stage was one of the worst things that could happen. If it did explode into big news there’d be no way he’d be able to stay out of it. The very fact that he’d been here would send the reporters his way and they’d dig into his life, Cindy’s life, everything.
    “What’s wrong?” Mark asked sharply. “Are you hurt?” He was staring down at Jeremiah’s right hand.
    Jeremiah glanced down and saw blood drops seeping out between his fingers. He’d clenched his fists so tight thinking about what might be coming that he’d dug his fingernails hard enough into his palm to make it bleed.
    “It’s nothing,” he said, forcing himself to relax his hands.
    Mark looked like he was about to argue, but just then another police officer called him over to look at something in the dirt. Jeremiah suspected it was probably some sort of tire track or shoe imprint. Whatever it was, he was grateful for the reprieve.
    He looked at Cindy. The color had finally come back into her cheeks.
    “We should take you to the hospital or a doctor to get checked out. We need to know what it is you’re allergic to,” he said.
    “I just want to get out of here,” she said, “but I’d rather go back to work or home.”
    He didn’t argue with her even though he was worried. Too many strange things had happened in that basement that he couldn’t explain. He wanted answers, but, even more than that, he wanted reassurances about Cindy’s health and information on how to avoid another emergency.
    “Well, hopefully we can go soon,” Jeremiah said.
     
     
    As it was, both Mark and the paramedic insisted that Cindy go to the emergency room just to be