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blonde slipped into the passenger seat, eyeing me dismissively.

      “Because you sure looked like you were thinking of going over there and if that is what you’re thinking, I have to advise you against it.”

      I felt a dribble of rain dangling from the tip of my nose and swiped it away with my hand. “I was not thinking of going there. I was just wondering if the cops had checked inside the building.”

      Clay narrowed his eyes and folded his arms across his chest. When he narrowed his eyes they crinkled in the corners, making him look a little older than his midthirties. I wasn’t used to having his undivided attention. I didn’t sigh, even though I wanted to.

      “I’m sure that the police have thoroughly checked the entire area and I am just as sure they would not want you checking to see if they checked.”

      “Clay, I’m cooold,” whined Modelesque Girl.

      “I’ll be just a second, Candy,” Clay replied, and pushed her door shut.

      Her name was Candy. Perfect. How could I ever compete with a combination of thinness, blondness and someone whose name was a sweet confection?

      “So you’re going straight home then, right?” he asked.

      Suddenly I was annoyed. Just because I moonlighted at a movie theater did not mean I didn’t have a life! Okay, well it did mean that but he didn’t need to know it!

      “It so happens that I have a date,” I lied.

      The corners of his lips twitched. “It’s almost midnight. You should’ve had your date pick you up.”

      I jammed my hands into my pockets. “Todd’s meeting me at my place. I live only a couple blocks away and I like to walk.”

      Todd was the name of my first boyfriend. I don’t know why his name sprung to my lips but I figured having a name for my fake boyfriend lent some credibility to my lie.

      Candy tapped her window impatiently with a long manicured nail.

      “Cool it,” Clay said to the window.

      Yeah, cool it, Candy, Clay and I are having a conversation here, I thought.

      “Okay.” He chucked a finger under my chin. “Just be careful, huh?”

      The underneath part of my chin tingled where he touched it. I turned and strode purposely across the parking lot. After a few steps I could hear his car roar to life and that’s when I let out the breath I’d been holding. The chuck under my chin was not exactly the lip-crushing kiss of my fantasies but it had definitely thrown me off guard.

      When I reached the edge of the lot I hesitated. I should turn right onto 156th Avenue and continue my walk. I could stop at the corner store and pick up that pack of Virginia Slims. The ciggies combined with the six-pack of Rainier beer that was waiting in my fridge would take me well on my way to having my own little pity party inside of half an hour. Or I could do all of those things after I checked out the building across the street.

      It’s not like I have a death wish. I’m just a curious kind of person and my inquisitiveness was now centered on that dilapidated building. All I wanted was a peek inside. I wasn’t going to go near the Dumpster. No way. I just wanted to know if the inside of this building was what I’d seen in my dream.

      I crossed the street. Instead of that eerie feeling I’d felt the other day about the building, there was only a general uneasiness, but it wasn’t thundering inside me. It was just sort of…there, hovering in the background…like when you eat hot wings and you know the heartburn’ll follow, but I could handle that. I mean if the place was really dangerous I’d have that deep sense of foreboding snaking through my veins, right?

      Trusting my instincts in this weird kind of way, I scurried toward the building and dipped into the shadows. The front door was padlocked and boarded; the windows along the front and side were also secured with plywood. I inched around to the back, to where one of the boards had fallen away. Standing on tiptoe, I pressed my face close to the window. It was black as ink inside. Damn.

      Just then, the clouds opened and it started raining hard. There was a slight overhang covering the back entrance and I scooted out of the wet. Of course the door was also crisscrossed in canary-yellow crime-scene tape, but all I wanted was to wait until the rain tapered back to a sprinkle then I’d head home. It was a shame I hadn’t gotten a better look. Too bad I didn’t have a flashlight. Wait a second! I didn’t have a flashlight but I still carried a Bic lighter. I rummaged through my purse. Lucky for me I hadn’t changed purses since I’d quit smoking. I dug around the bottom of my bag until my fingers clamped onto the smooth familiar feel of the Bic. I lifted it out triumphantly and stumbled backward hitting the door with my shoulder. The tape tore away and the door sprang wide open. Holy shit!

      I recovered from my stumble and stared into the dark cavernous building. Swallowing my fear, I fumbled with the lighter until I was able to flick it ablaze. I stuck my arm straight out and the tall flame illuminated the way as I walked inside.

      The flame flickered as I walked farther and farther. The back door opened into a hall and after a few steps to my left it turned into one big room. It had the appearance of an old convenience store. On the far wall, shelves were still mounted from floor to almost the ceiling. The lighter was heating up so I let it go out. Using the wall to guide me, I inched along. Suddenly, my foot plunged into a hole. I flicked my Bic and saw that my foot was lodged into a heating vent with a missing cover grate. I had to tug my foot out, leaving my shoe behind, balance on one foot and then do some wriggling to get my shoe free from the crevice. After that, my eyes adjusted quickly to the dim light coming through the opened back door.

      The room smelled of dampness, rotting wood and something else. The something else was candle wax. I felt my heart rate pick up when the scent rushed a flash from my dreams. I remembered a room like this and a hand reaching to light a thick black candle.

      I switched on the lighter again and something caught my eye. On the wall to my right was a drawing in black marker. Not the large scrawling curse words or tagging of graffiti, but two symbols each about a foot high. The first was a crude drawing that looked kind of like an angel but instead of a halo it had a horizontal crescent shape on top of its head. The second was a circle with a cross inside of it. My fingers reached out to touch the drawings.

      “What the hell are you doing?” A voice boomed from the doorway.

      I let out a squeak, dropped my lighter and nearly passed out.

      Chapter Three

      “W hat the hell are you doing sneaking up on me?” I demanded in turn.

      Clay Sanderson fisted his hands on his hips. “I distinctly recall telling you not to come in here!”

      “You may be my boss at McAuley and Malcolm but I’m on my own time now and if I want to go snooping then—”

      He strode dangerously toward me and stopped scant inches away. “You broke into a crime scene!”

      “Whoa.” I held up a hand. “I did not break in. The tape came down when I fell against the door, and then it just flew open.”

      He grabbed me by the elbow and dragged me away, all but shoving me into the door frame. The door itself was still wide open and I could see, not to mention hear, his Miata purring in the lot.

      “Look!” he commanded, stabbing a finger at splintered wood around the doorjamb. “This definitely looks like a break-in.”

      I stared at it. “Yes. You’re right, but that does not mean I was the one who broke in. Maybe the cops broke the door when they investigated this place or maybe whoever drew on the walls did it or maybe—”

      A car horn sounded loud and we both turned to see Candy inside Clay’s car. She had a most pissed-off look on her face.

      “Your date’s getting impatient,” I said.

      “Fuck her,” he growled.

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