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I clicked off with Kingsley, and just sat there on the corner of my bed.

The bedroom was small, with a single window to my right that looked out towards the woods beyond. The curtains were open and I watched the rain slanting sideways. They looked like blow-darts from an army of elves.

Or, much more likely, I was losing my friggin' mind.

Did he say the Devil?

As in Satan?

I got up and paced and thought about what I had to do, thought even longer about what I should say to my sister, and then made the call. She picked up on the third ring.

"How's the trip, Sam - "

"Something's wrong."

"What? Is everything okay?"

"I don't think so."

"Sam, what's going on?"

"That's the problem, Mary Lou, I don't know, but I think the kids might be in danger. And you, for that matter."

"You're joking."

"No joke, Mary Lou."

"You're being serious?"

"Sweetie, I am. More than I ever have before. There is something very weird going on, and I've been having a bad feeling about the kids for the past few hours now. I just spoke to Kingsley and he echoed the same feeling."

"Someone might hurt Tammy and Anthony?"

The gut-wrenching feeling gripped me again, tearing at me from the inside. I didn't know if this was a psychic hit or a mother's intuition. "I think so, yes."

"Jesus, Sam. Should I call the police?"

I thought about that, too, then told her to give Detective Sherbet a call at the Fullerton Police Department. To let him know my concerns and where she would be with the kids. She digested that last part.

"You want us to stay at Kingsley's house?"

"Yes."

"With his butler?"

"He's more than a butler."

"Sam, I'm scared."

"So am I."

"What will you do?"

I took in a lot of air and said, "I have no clue."