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and his. . . .outline.”
    “And you said he had yellow eyes.” Elijah wasn’t sure if this was a question or a statement.
    “Yes. He did.”
    “Are you sure they were yellow, or could it have been a reflection?”
    “I don’t know. Maybe.”
    For the next twenty minutes Elijah walked the detective through the house answering every detail he could remember. When they reached the side yard where Elijah ran into his father that night, the intensity of Detective Scott suddenly changed. He moved extremely close to Elijah and asked him to be very specific. Elijah could feel the detective’s focus. He knew this was why he had been called back to the house.
    “How did you see your father?” Detective Scott asked.
    “I just ran into him,” Elijah answered.
    “How did he get here?”
    “I don’t know. He just appeared. I was turned around when I ran into him.”
    “What did he say? Be specific.”
    “He said…” Elijah thought carefully. “He said that he loved me and that there was a plan.”
    “What plan? What did he mean by that?”
    Elijah wished he knew because it seemed to him that the plan didn’t work.
    “I really don’t know what he meant,” answered Elijah.
    Detective Scott didn’t look satisfied with that answer, but he let it go.
    “Was there anything else? Did your father say anything else to you?”
    “I don’t think so.” Elijah was suddenly having trouble remembering the details that had haunted him for nights. Detective Scott looked around the yard while deep in thought. Elijah shifted uncomfortably and stepped into a wet puddle next to the house.
    “Elijah,” Detective Scott said slowly, “there was a lot of debris scattered around the yard.” He pulled out the envelope he had been holding and handed Elijah a photograph of the scene. “We cleaned it up already, but does any of this look familiar?” Wiping his shoe off on the grass, Elijah peered over at the picture. There were tree branches strung about, metal scraps from who knows where, and other elements he couldn’t make out all over the yard.
    “No,” said Elijah. “When I left it looked completely normal.”
    Detective Scott wrote that down and took a deep breath.
    “This is where the case gets a little—different,” said the detective. “Look at the house.” Elijah turned around, and at first everything seemed normal. But as he looked more closely, he saw dozens and dozens of holes with what looked like small burn marks around them. “I was hoping you would share with me what you know about that.”
    Detective Scott looked very intensely into Elijah’s deep-blue eyes, as though searching for something Elijah knew.
    “I’ve never seen that either. What is that?”
    Detective Scott sighed, but looked surprisingly relieved. “It goes right through to the inside.”
    “It’s that powerful?” Elijah asked.
    “Yes. We found these marks on your parents too. We think it’s what killed them.”
    Elijah looked at the house in horror. What on earth happened? Detective Scott walked closer to Elijah and suddenly he started to feel his body pulse with heat. He wished Uncle Stan would come out.
    “So you see now why we needed to talk?” Detective Scott was talking in a very soft, low voice. “The police have never seen anything like this. Can you imagine the commotion this would create if it were to get out? I think it’s best that until we figure this out, you keep it private.”
    Just then, as Detective Scott began to lead him back into the house, Elijah caught a glimpse of something peeking over the edge of a bush just outside Kyria’s window. He was about to point it out, but something told him not to.
    “Sir?” Elijah said. “May I have a moment alone please?” Detective Scott looked uneasy at Elijah’s request, but he gave his permission.
    “Just make sure you don’t touch anything,” he directed. Elijah agreed, and the detective walked away.
    When he was confident he couldn’t be seen, Elijah walked