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fingers twitching and mouth moving in some sort of chant. I could feel something swirling in the air around me like an invisible tornado gathering force. Not good. “Stop!” I commanded. It seemed like a good time to use the Voice. Witches could do some freaky things with their chanting. The tornado feeling fell away.
    Pravus opened his mouth. “Silence,” I commanded. “You will come with us, quietly, and not cause any trouble. You will obey everything that we tell you to do. Now.”
    Cecily opened the cell and motioned him to step out. She left one hand resting on the hilt of her sword and I could tell that she was dying to get the chance to use it. Pravus walked meekly out of the cell and waited while I relocked it and then placed the keys back with the police officer.
    We stopped shortly at the front desk while Sarah changed the woman’s memories and then we were out in the car pulling out of the parking lot. I drew a shaky breath. My nerves were shot. Everything had gone smoothly and I was a wreck. Maybe I wasn’t cut out for this sort of work.
    I was driving again. Sarah was now in the front seat and Cecily was in the back with Pravus. She stared at him with animal hunger and seemed to quiver with tension. “Now what?” I asked.
    Cecily didn’t take her eyes off of Pravus, daring him to move. “I think it only appropriate that we return to the scene of the crime.”
    The murders had taken place in a large open field behind a Christian school. Some of the kids called the police and said that while out “hiking in the woods” they had stumbled across the dead bodies. For “hiking” think “making out” in the woods. It was open farm land, far from any visible roads or houses, the perfect place to kiss your boyfriend or commit a gory satanic ritual.
    The crime scene photos had been gruesome. The two bodies found had been flayed and dismembered. The pieces had been used to form a large pentagram with a trench circling it. Blood from the bodies had filled the trench and each head had been stuck on a spike with one facing east and the other west. There were candles and other Satanic accessories but I hadn’t wanted to look too closely at the pictures. One quick glance had given me enough to feel perfectly justified in ending this witch’s life.
    It was Saturday, so we parked in the almost empty school parking lot and tramped off through the woods. Pravus was still under my command of silence and none of the rest of us really felt like talking. I was getting more and more sick to my stomach.
    As we broke through the trees and into the first pasture the skies opened up and dumped down rain. In Florida, when it rains, it pours torrentially for a short time and then goes back to hot mugginess. The rain was a welcome change in temperature, but as soon as it let up the weather would be horrendous again.
    Cecily had done her homework and we soon came to some police tape waving languidly in the rain. It was clear that the investigation here was done. The tape was torn and the ground had been trampled. Car tracks showed where the coroner’s van had come to collect the remains and cigarette butts and empty soda cans littered the ground.
    In the middle of all this, a circle was still visible in the earth. The blood has soaked into the ground, leaving a dark colored mud behind. I seriously hoped that they had found all the body parts. I did not want to stumble on a finger or toe. This place gave me the shivers.
    Cecily led Pravus to the middle of his circle. She pushed him down on his knees and drew her sword with one fluid motion. It was Breakfast at Tiffany’s meets The Highlander. Very surreal. Sarah turned her face away as Cecily prepared to swing.
    “Wait!” I cried. This was happening way too fast. “Doesn’t he get some last words or something? You’re just going to kill him, now?”
    Cecily looked at me, “He has broken the Charter. He must pay for his crime. Why do you want to hear him