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Wiccan and assume something bad. Most don’t understand the difference between white and black magic.”
    A loud crash had Regina whirling around just in time to see a rock skid across the hardwood floor. She looked up and found a gaping hole in the picture window and glass scattered all over everything. “I have to go, Tiah. I’ll call you as soon as I can.” She tossed her phone onto the table, wondering what to do.
    Her focus fell on the large stone. Something was written on it … in red paint.
    She moved closer, and the words she made out stopped her heart.
    You’re next .
    Regina trembled uncontrollably. This was a nightmare.
    Dazed and on the verge of tears, she stumbled into the kitchen and tore through a pile of clutter on the counter to find the phone book. When she laid her hands on the big yellow book, she opened it and ran her trembling fingers down the pages until she found Trace Langston’s number. She punched it into her land line, holding her breath as it rang on the other end. On the sixth ring, he picked up. “Hello.” His voice sounded different to her.
    “Sheriff?”she asked
    “Yes. Who’s this?”
    “Regina Moon. Someone just threw a rock through my window.”
    “A rock?”
    Why was he repeating what she said? Was he having a hard time understanding her? Did they have a bad connection?
    “Yes. A rock,” she said louder.
    “Okay. I’ll come by and take a look around.”
    Regina hung up and went back to the living room. She started toward the window, then thought better of it and instead, stepped away, a chill of apprehension causing goose bumps to erupt on her arms. She ran her shaky hands over them as tears slid down her cheeks.
    Angry with herself, she swiped them away. Crying was not going to help. But how was she going to voice her concerns to the sheriff without telling him what she was worried about? No way was she ready to come out and confess to anyone she was Wiccan and dead ravens were a warning sign for her. They’d either have her run out of town or burn her at the stake like they’d done in Salem all those years ago. Neither sounded especially appealing since she had her whole life savings tied up in Healthy Glow, and she was way too young to die.
    A loud knock sent her heart racing again. No way could he be here already. Unless he lived a block away.
    Regina walked to the door, her knees knocking against each other. She pulled the shade away from the side window and peeked out, surprised to see it was, indeed, the sheriff. Quickly, she unlocked and opened it to him.
    He stepped forward and frowned. “You okay?”
    She nodded, taking a step back to let him into the house. “How did you get here so fast?”
    “I was at a friend’s just across the street. Your call was forwarded to his line. So, where’s this rock?”
    “It’s over there.” She pointed to the stone on the floor. “I didn’t touch it.”
    Trace walked past, and Regina caught a subtle hint of alcohol. She hated drinkers. Her father was an alcoholic and a bad drunk at that. But then, just because Trace smelled of liquor, didn’t mean he’d had too much to drink. He could have had one beer, for all she knew.
    As she closed the door, he squatted next to the rock, then turned back to her, his blue eyes now a shade darker. “Why didn’t you tell me it had something written on it?”
    Regina crossed her arms over her chest, trying to keep them from shaking. “I didn’t want to tell you over the phone.”
    “Do you have any idea why someone would write this?”
    “No … no idea.” She took in a shuddering breath. “I’ve only met a few people in town.”
    He rose and made his way to the window, glass crunching under his feet. He examined the hole where the rock had come through. “I’m going to take a walk around outside. See if I can’t find some footprints. Stay here.”
    He didn’t have to ask her twice. Regina had no intention of going outside. She was too frightened. If someone wanted to