tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83867285400218640552024-03-27T10:19:34.192-07:00One Six GO!malcoJOJOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12362522805988503279noreply@blogger.comBlogger184125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8386728540021864055.post-10153889621094725202024-03-05T17:14:00.000-08:002024-03-06T11:13:00.833-08:00 The Italy Crossover - 2022 - PART 12<p> Jul 8, 2022</p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiASj05c5ifLLkIoTztqVgrl1tTZOse9aqgikGxeDDKI2PWLCS4d49TrYEL1DZIOw9WbI3IKBEKy5qE1KCkmHiNNaLMk6EeuPvsabkhct6GCmQHnN-fz1neUCTFVLJ-o9IYyraUqJWX4vi-6g6ZzWzNQksqb9B9aDbi7ALj7w934e-H71c02SghOSIlJXvp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiASj05c5ifLLkIoTztqVgrl1tTZOse9aqgikGxeDDKI2PWLCS4d49TrYEL1DZIOw9WbI3IKBEKy5qE1KCkmHiNNaLMk6EeuPvsabkhct6GCmQHnN-fz1neUCTFVLJ-o9IYyraUqJWX4vi-6g6ZzWzNQksqb9B9aDbi7ALj7w934e-H71c02SghOSIlJXvp=w640-h640" width="640" /></a></div><br /></div><p><b>Angela was forced to stay home and rest</b>, but after several days in a
medicated sleep at home, she makes her way back to Vitale's office to
wait yet again. </p><p>She goes through the papers on the desk desperately
seeking anything that may lead her to her husband. Anything about the
coast or the women he was trying to find.
Speaking with Andreea Conti finally did nothing to ease her. She was
kind, yet matter of fact on the phone and said she was working on
finding Angelo as well. </p><p>"Be strong, Signora Vitale." </p><p>The knock at the door startles her. "Yes? Come in?" </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhZtDrqTafq0uiYrtCX1OV3N5uaHIuYa1ikMvHyGH878oCdtr1ttW4heJ-yltzAElky-4_EY34SFnFG__gDeJnhyZC_xD03HTsAXSsAeopDxWGCFPMsNNpa77JPkziYfPFF_FsBduM8Q465Y9vk5p7-B_0IZNu1dq4PbnFqbYwpYJp0oT4OU5Tq4PNErcYf" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhZtDrqTafq0uiYrtCX1OV3N5uaHIuYa1ikMvHyGH878oCdtr1ttW4heJ-yltzAElky-4_EY34SFnFG__gDeJnhyZC_xD03HTsAXSsAeopDxWGCFPMsNNpa77JPkziYfPFF_FsBduM8Q465Y9vk5p7-B_0IZNu1dq4PbnFqbYwpYJp0oT4OU5Tq4PNErcYf" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjFEQo-8hRt5nX9X2FVZqqJnqO4x_QmfAbHi3O5oox4ZMSSDixuGqyCVFwNweFUTK3GKSL9SPrKqCHZ8gw_zp5Wffj8VUQq4FOveqvtOhXFUh5PV3NQiC6aqEn8fr5nkyaaaXi1W9BdtWDO2FMNWSe3OH-5v7ddiY9FHw_QOaHMu8seprXwQsWbFO8pa1cf" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjFEQo-8hRt5nX9X2FVZqqJnqO4x_QmfAbHi3O5oox4ZMSSDixuGqyCVFwNweFUTK3GKSL9SPrKqCHZ8gw_zp5Wffj8VUQq4FOveqvtOhXFUh5PV3NQiC6aqEn8fr5nkyaaaXi1W9BdtWDO2FMNWSe3OH-5v7ddiY9FHw_QOaHMu8seprXwQsWbFO8pa1cf=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /> <p></p><p>Detective Sobretti from down the hall enters the room and Angela's heart
sinks briefly. No no no....please....nothing about finding a body.... </p><p>A smile crosses the woman's face. </p><p>"Signora Vitale....we have him. Alive.
We have someone waiting to take you to the hospital right now." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhNTdrkD8OBhMbRStDUCsOALb9ZScAL5tqgekt18WNc03UbC9ufptZ4IBRmev9kTBUyjKXQydqi2SUeG-rcAqjBP-0b6wyhEqOWaNN3OsTTxRADn3sl8JECRbgxZT_k0gkKckaP5LZ9ITn6O4YzgL_Z3zuZvDr_Ld0XG8CjYOgfeRlakeuvjXrxU3xSd1pD" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhNTdrkD8OBhMbRStDUCsOALb9ZScAL5tqgekt18WNc03UbC9ufptZ4IBRmev9kTBUyjKXQydqi2SUeG-rcAqjBP-0b6wyhEqOWaNN3OsTTxRADn3sl8JECRbgxZT_k0gkKckaP5LZ9ITn6O4YzgL_Z3zuZvDr_Ld0XG8CjYOgfeRlakeuvjXrxU3xSd1pD" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Angela runs to her, hugs her, and kisses her cheeks. </p><p>"REALLY?! REALLY?!
Is he OK?!" </p><p>"We'll tell you everything along the way." Sobretti takes up Angela's
purse and phone and smiles. "This way. Chief Trevisan is coming with us
as well." </p><p>Angela's heart is filled to bursting. </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj1v1gKsrXXh2VgVh_ZGp6CIp69XKW4YRUVIq7eMUVQXXma_m-V8EDZ-7aV2jDxhMul_DBnUcBbA7ONQzA9mLo4QopPkMPcc_xUy_Kp1wTTU5k7dWy7maSCFwXuUeDU7eeNWKIGdtgFbyjqXXaetIVhUy3NYwGUMwYKmkPObcRecKnub2VU1CScPPP93o8W" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj1v1gKsrXXh2VgVh_ZGp6CIp69XKW4YRUVIq7eMUVQXXma_m-V8EDZ-7aV2jDxhMul_DBnUcBbA7ONQzA9mLo4QopPkMPcc_xUy_Kp1wTTU5k7dWy7maSCFwXuUeDU7eeNWKIGdtgFbyjqXXaetIVhUy3NYwGUMwYKmkPObcRecKnub2VU1CScPPP93o8W=w640-h640" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><b>"Hello, my love."
</b> </p><p>Angelo Vitale opens his eyes slowly. It's so bright that at first he
thinks he actually died and went to Heaven, but the angel before him is
his lovely wife. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiwb0UAg1D0XPYgDlXbK_23BTWgkrUu6lEUCCo2BFWPhOi5EjlAUR6VnwUR_N9PnWSHRftPWGSypJHsekfW9qm9ijhzznQUMLOzzS_oaGQqZcfBL1JUKr_kbjNbHnhRWWJ-dL0bhLemGOBjYYg3-yYjUVMQ8bm5Bco12gxaeWsV7UmU9g-nASTWKL3YA7CY" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiwb0UAg1D0XPYgDlXbK_23BTWgkrUu6lEUCCo2BFWPhOi5EjlAUR6VnwUR_N9PnWSHRftPWGSypJHsekfW9qm9ijhzznQUMLOzzS_oaGQqZcfBL1JUKr_kbjNbHnhRWWJ-dL0bhLemGOBjYYg3-yYjUVMQ8bm5Bco12gxaeWsV7UmU9g-nASTWKL3YA7CY" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"Angela...." </p><p>"Seems you are stuck with me no matter how hard you try to get yourself
killed." She giggles and wipes a tear from her eye. "Don't worry...the
Divisione investigazioni speciali e tattiche will be simple and safe."
She rolls her eyes. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjVKvniM2FGtaTNDTcQn0iidpKmMcg2z8Lx1wQ6nytZ5UqKks2aDADPpvdWiq5OqMZKpIhDFA3BG0Jen6kfk23dkWkwKke63k_W7UvrnRJsp2psptU-ZEi8DBHPTFB4Krv7scHxB9AjYZDd9XCZKg4uaZP98z3zIuPuj_EZR9fCHlubKjN3hrHcIcuC8P7C" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjVKvniM2FGtaTNDTcQn0iidpKmMcg2z8Lx1wQ6nytZ5UqKks2aDADPpvdWiq5OqMZKpIhDFA3BG0Jen6kfk23dkWkwKke63k_W7UvrnRJsp2psptU-ZEi8DBHPTFB4Krv7scHxB9AjYZDd9XCZKg4uaZP98z3zIuPuj_EZR9fCHlubKjN3hrHcIcuC8P7C" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>He smiles, but the smile fades. "Segreto and Zampa....." He swallows
hard. "They....they are gone. We need to tell Sara...god...the
kids....and find out if Pietronella had family...." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgBXDyOQ2AHdUNC8mvWyeHEyTyVONzxILYzGm03VQWM_FqL3PEPESJCCN4pyDpNIPKjvvooHIXd6RF_BL0mrqAnaPAWBnoxmCpj1RloP2m8bHQ89w9RdzxLb15LdnXzDk7ujZQRxgAskBzx6onoRBtQzmI5KesbhASRW6lxOXqu-YewVGLmJz4jnWeJr3kh" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgBXDyOQ2AHdUNC8mvWyeHEyTyVONzxILYzGm03VQWM_FqL3PEPESJCCN4pyDpNIPKjvvooHIXd6RF_BL0mrqAnaPAWBnoxmCpj1RloP2m8bHQ89w9RdzxLb15LdnXzDk7ujZQRxgAskBzx6onoRBtQzmI5KesbhASRW6lxOXqu-YewVGLmJz4jnWeJr3kh" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Angela strokes his face. "Shhhh....rest. All of that is being handled.
Chief Trevisan came with me and the officer that brought you in told him
everything." </p><p> "Officer?" </p><p>"Yes...the woman that brought you in. She saved you. She told them
everything. The Cult that kidnapped you. The woman Giacomina and her
bodyguard. Everything." </p><p> "She was one of them! We have to warn--" </p><p>"She left, Angelo. She's gone." She looks concerned. "Who was she? One
of the Cultists?" Worry floods her face. </p><p>Vitale shakes his head no. "No...not anymore." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgbeRABKRSsWj_0soXjHtD6W8NqO9EIsevGnY8mF2cKExwIC0uelH-ZnPI9xxBWmZzitM1Lv44MXlHEUVbGkXY0a41tr3eY0tamQDMKiZ2i6kEfKh_oeSPOlUojvb_hemPWnxvFXBg84O0PIKEPnmV3RNRggCOW0k0NiUXO0ZNxId3zdCvzv-QjZcG-CqTn" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgbeRABKRSsWj_0soXjHtD6W8NqO9EIsevGnY8mF2cKExwIC0uelH-ZnPI9xxBWmZzitM1Lv44MXlHEUVbGkXY0a41tr3eY0tamQDMKiZ2i6kEfKh_oeSPOlUojvb_hemPWnxvFXBg84O0PIKEPnmV3RNRggCOW0k0NiUXO0ZNxId3zdCvzv-QjZcG-CqTn" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"Rest now. Chief Trevisan will be in later." She smiles slyly. </p><p>"You can
discuss your resignation."
Angelo knows better than to fight her on it. </p><p>________________<br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjqDOEgr0kODE4QmhaGE_7QjaeDFWNEKgpmL97CTbBIh-CcLnWtXNG_pQCULM49eSIgD_ROMbeNck4C_SKzqF4bqYwQp7xovrMeVk3_AF-8v_xyDJCX4XgK6orQQv3gaVtjRtycvxzatSNkWj_bAQu8gm-ka10m2og6Eh1R1-ThqcS6z61yTWjV3lOsvBgI" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjqDOEgr0kODE4QmhaGE_7QjaeDFWNEKgpmL97CTbBIh-CcLnWtXNG_pQCULM49eSIgD_ROMbeNck4C_SKzqF4bqYwQp7xovrMeVk3_AF-8v_xyDJCX4XgK6orQQv3gaVtjRtycvxzatSNkWj_bAQu8gm-ka10m2og6Eh1R1-ThqcS6z61yTWjV3lOsvBgI=w320-h320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><b> Elke sits and simmers. </b> </p><p>Benedetta Toscani hangs from her right foot, spinning slowly in the
afternoon breeze. </p><p> It's all falling apart. </p><p>What were loyal followers are now risks. And
Elke knows she's partially to blame. </p><p>Martine was quick...smart...and had a gift for magic. Such a gift. And
now....she was gone. And she took the detective with her. <br /></p><p>Benedetta Toscani's white cape hangs around her head. Her white eyes see
nothing. The gelatinous blood that cakes around her eyes and mouth
hangs like sap on a tree. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhre_F2EInhwhaE4OLZStJKIGD1FpLNmws8-nGXNZa9-q5D3KEcKKbC75FZACZmvGnllPhKBMDtvWQbePkDbBUnfKQXAIplrp4oIUtKrbQppVTEljpTt34Qf6EKm7ehf8MKipoWp-ZiYXd1dlCXNPIr0RzsAQHWoQ6-Cb64tvpywD69A2V59pkRaBi2tAec" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhre_F2EInhwhaE4OLZStJKIGD1FpLNmws8-nGXNZa9-q5D3KEcKKbC75FZACZmvGnllPhKBMDtvWQbePkDbBUnfKQXAIplrp4oIUtKrbQppVTEljpTt34Qf6EKm7ehf8MKipoWp-ZiYXd1dlCXNPIr0RzsAQHWoQ6-Cb64tvpywD69A2V59pkRaBi2tAec" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Elke takes the knife off her lap and taps it against her leg. </p><p> </p><p>"We need to go. Now. That Vitale won't rest until his minions take us
into custody." </p><p>Her face goes even darker. "A bonfire. A cleansing fire."
Elke stares into the void.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgZH0d9K13QJgz8uxYTd_DCSVNwxQmJxm695oXhEhdcdo1IVqDqLKK67Pdz6AoPqGeseTakTgQwERZCNuuvElDjfpxtr4qTqkKy16SjosfssN9EzpLqgWfmgqpjLQIHpo0UAbeyOxijLRiXuQqp6BhJ4Ll_5wrCzp2YykvT-n7xDx5YCv41v1JFklxctPrh" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgZH0d9K13QJgz8uxYTd_DCSVNwxQmJxm695oXhEhdcdo1IVqDqLKK67Pdz6AoPqGeseTakTgQwERZCNuuvElDjfpxtr4qTqkKy16SjosfssN9EzpLqgWfmgqpjLQIHpo0UAbeyOxijLRiXuQqp6BhJ4Ll_5wrCzp2YykvT-n7xDx5YCv41v1JFklxctPrh=w400-h400" width="400" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><br /> _________________<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi0-DRL-0raaRTR-wp-rnUQQd4Pozk_HW7OCX4yohczfv8gyr6V1cWkIVLFrexhlnHV034p3M4g7_wGbG7gXqvY0QKB87eu6k55mGZlQlAWjMDEIKyW3uSxO7LIDgO6jVAM25xXZ_4qIgSijAtEbtb9QuhE4hacWwC_rn3gu-4RzhqSFv_noU7MA8dkUZaV" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi0-DRL-0raaRTR-wp-rnUQQd4Pozk_HW7OCX4yohczfv8gyr6V1cWkIVLFrexhlnHV034p3M4g7_wGbG7gXqvY0QKB87eu6k55mGZlQlAWjMDEIKyW3uSxO7LIDgO6jVAM25xXZ_4qIgSijAtEbtb9QuhE4hacWwC_rn3gu-4RzhqSFv_noU7MA8dkUZaV=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><p>Insanity. </p><p>Martine steps out of the taxi and looks around at Bordeaux France like a
tourist. She's tired, dazed, and still sore from the transformation.
Her bones and muscles ache. And worst yet, she's not sure she's safe
from Elke and what's left of her Coven. </p><p>The Detective had been easy. A bit of a glamour and his people filled in
what they wanted to see without question. She was just one of the "good
guys" dropping off a wounded member of their team. They WANTED to
believe it. Wanted it all to be true. </p><p>Simple. </p><p>She'd keep him in her back
pocket if she needed a little helping hand in the future. He owed her
his life now and she thought he of all people would honor that.
Getting back to France was easy as well. A few favors and her stashed
items put away when she saw what was happening with Elke. Letting most
of the items she had in Italy go was the hardest - she'd never see them
again she was sure. </p><p>The thing she was most sad about was her box even
though the powers it held were gone. It was irreplaceable. </p><p>And gone now. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg8_bxIirc6iyEfwu2gM7XkgzFw2cwi43WAKQkye6yhGvnBrN80-A4D1Mo8YhXTn0eZyuWimXjjma6CRPcZdkMXn6qQ1MiLBPp3yAQJBwYRFuXuXWUSv2l7Ppi1yCTh4OKKu5Yhndys53-2tiamvq4W0RAsF87f4e_kKzndgfKgD4pvG1BIMkW6HAPBWL8k" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg8_bxIirc6iyEfwu2gM7XkgzFw2cwi43WAKQkye6yhGvnBrN80-A4D1Mo8YhXTn0eZyuWimXjjma6CRPcZdkMXn6qQ1MiLBPp3yAQJBwYRFuXuXWUSv2l7Ppi1yCTh4OKKu5Yhndys53-2tiamvq4W0RAsF87f4e_kKzndgfKgD4pvG1BIMkW6HAPBWL8k" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>And the biggest question - to contact Olivia Moore or not? Martine was
neutral for the most part and had no bad blood with Olivia, but would
she remember that with Elke on the loose? Would she accept Martine's
information in trade for protection, or would Martine just seem like
some sort of plant? </p><p>All of that could wait. Now, Martine needs a bed and some rest. </p><p>____________</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhntrm0Fv_dlB1bOeidYShl97g7f0h0u_nV_PHf6_rTF2ZFLp2Z-cJ4J1USo5CLejCLw77SAI7sUqDM8Fa2s3KS5BQwNpkpWND2qmPKJxnWMLA8Im2kCcdxsTTWWIiz9uoUBMwW_-l5qgnWDkZ6KAaa5CKF9tZaIhLCz3H73aAikqnrdnak30fjz6iXw5DG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1079" data-original-width="1440" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhntrm0Fv_dlB1bOeidYShl97g7f0h0u_nV_PHf6_rTF2ZFLp2Z-cJ4J1USo5CLejCLw77SAI7sUqDM8Fa2s3KS5BQwNpkpWND2qmPKJxnWMLA8Im2kCcdxsTTWWIiz9uoUBMwW_-l5qgnWDkZ6KAaa5CKF9tZaIhLCz3H73aAikqnrdnak30fjz6iXw5DG=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p><b>Angela and Angelo lay in Angelo's bed in the hospital, not wanting to be
away from each other another moment.
</b> </p><p>Angelo talks about the events of the last few days with her. He's gone
over it with two departments now, but it's different with her. More
emotional and personal instead of clinical and work based. </p><p>"Thank goodness I was able to win that woman over with my devastatingly
good looks and charm or I would never have made it out of there." Vitale
and Angela laugh. "I really don't know why she risked her life to get
me out." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiDYD3TtePYDJAdjtHijrjlo-7QfWc9fSCyct42GOcjASVGUrxdikq5HXRcBcOnTbeAF2uGn8jW5DE_cwIlhXh7RzmDBaaqaTjnrfXKc3sJO97uXQ_4qa97YZDgSWQ2hOudHCJlKLVmTKFzSr1BAj3GLDjbsgIyNOxSdF6FO5p69iyKGuROAtb83MofU_Ug" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiDYD3TtePYDJAdjtHijrjlo-7QfWc9fSCyct42GOcjASVGUrxdikq5HXRcBcOnTbeAF2uGn8jW5DE_cwIlhXh7RzmDBaaqaTjnrfXKc3sJO97uXQ_4qa97YZDgSWQ2hOudHCJlKLVmTKFzSr1BAj3GLDjbsgIyNOxSdF6FO5p69iyKGuROAtb83MofU_Ug" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Angela takes a deep breath. "Sara was a mess when I saw her - devastated
over Segreto. Her brother was there to help, but..." Angela shakes her
head. </p><p>"Chief is talking about special arrangements for them both. A shift of
funds to help out. At least they will be taken care of." Vitale sighs.
"And evidently Zampa didn't have a soul other than her Father. And a
dead fish at home. I realized we didn't really know her." </p><p>The Vitales look over at the door when Detective Sobretti knocks and
enters. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhyR5DWgsq6kwKW1DIbkwugttDLYiXd-lQ12ahXzXOS_CVtMZoy-mhOP0vttiII0sxx2h2mdCv22bBYdh-xRPqgBUJSv_AGJEh1VT1ZBzdaPpOl3mUfoVL16-yfi2Eo95pJS25wZhbfrvLhjaFfhNxMyVEIBZhsWnyK4oUrQn-klWuDT3UZoOGV8RRQzsN2" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhyR5DWgsq6kwKW1DIbkwugttDLYiXd-lQ12ahXzXOS_CVtMZoy-mhOP0vttiII0sxx2h2mdCv22bBYdh-xRPqgBUJSv_AGJEh1VT1ZBzdaPpOl3mUfoVL16-yfi2Eo95pJS25wZhbfrvLhjaFfhNxMyVEIBZhsWnyK4oUrQn-klWuDT3UZoOGV8RRQzsN2=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>"Sorry to disturb you, but..." she frowns. "I don't know...it's
insane. Sorellani and Petchelli were both found dead with suicide notes
and various documents pointing to each of their crime lines -
drugs...prostitution....racketeering....all of it. And Chescu just
turned herself in at a station in Rome and wanted to confess
to...everything. They are taking her statement now." She laughs.
"And...all of them mentioned you, Segreto, and Zampa in some way." She
crosses herself. "The Chief has a lot of questions, Angelo. A lot." </p><p>Vitale is speechless. </p><p> </p><p>_________________</p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj3CV4ndLY9FiSkDMKfYccr2q1mZ25XaQJVcCiRk853tRj-QWAvm0xyN8n0HdQXnZ-PwJb6VlZzkAnjmCjGwrmyC-m191uKFaYW1oplGQTfM8zgwAd_sx0jRfxvZDyKfOcBcScGKsP5XXUsbC6OTj1Q7OZ-kLF6wFuNEd3jWNSpH-qj6GTr16qV2m3pW8kU" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj3CV4ndLY9FiSkDMKfYccr2q1mZ25XaQJVcCiRk853tRj-QWAvm0xyN8n0HdQXnZ-PwJb6VlZzkAnjmCjGwrmyC-m191uKFaYW1oplGQTfM8zgwAd_sx0jRfxvZDyKfOcBcScGKsP5XXUsbC6OTj1Q7OZ-kLF6wFuNEd3jWNSpH-qj6GTr16qV2m3pW8kU=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><b>"You better have good news, mouse. " </b>Danuta laughs and looks at
Chelsea's outfit. "And are you whoring now? If so, how much? I might be
interested." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgVJx1q8ty9jL_Qy0y3iwf7MSsMC9mt2COf37jpXZZksUKf2smmbqevqK6O85fY5gjKFKxce5BLHoh1fGkvZ_Ln4BvqEHJ-_481I5FOpIq9_2ps9RoVcKejPB6K2TMEnTLBTBrsRgic3cSTYU3bIuCLKlvLkM4jgppURCrt5YcJ55nI08WmWi6pC3YSrvkY" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgVJx1q8ty9jL_Qy0y3iwf7MSsMC9mt2COf37jpXZZksUKf2smmbqevqK6O85fY5gjKFKxce5BLHoh1fGkvZ_Ln4BvqEHJ-_481I5FOpIq9_2ps9RoVcKejPB6K2TMEnTLBTBrsRgic3cSTYU3bIuCLKlvLkM4jgppURCrt5YcJ55nI08WmWi6pC3YSrvkY" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhbbroU7WQGH8PBlzl2QpuYQp0wBlTGHLVfGHDkhR8l1ktwN8Vwc2M73E1_2vF-4HDg08yEU45wPb2it3p-4o4aXUlf3E2EUF4LWjcp9pWU4DawQsdhdhVutQVc447HEXiC2XtY42F9LwW5WC08HjBdhEwcv1ZkbwCiS_9CdMSS2rkrgewm7aOeMo7QU9o0" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhbbroU7WQGH8PBlzl2QpuYQp0wBlTGHLVfGHDkhR8l1ktwN8Vwc2M73E1_2vF-4HDg08yEU45wPb2it3p-4o4aXUlf3E2EUF4LWjcp9pWU4DawQsdhdhVutQVc447HEXiC2XtY42F9LwW5WC08HjBdhEwcv1ZkbwCiS_9CdMSS2rkrgewm7aOeMo7QU9o0" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /> <p></p><p> "Back off, Beast. No one needs your hulking mass in their life. Even for
money." Bruni giggles. "Though I have to say, I'm curious where you
tuck your d!ck...." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhMU8I4Cxqz8ClpcLI8d1A7NAoJvSkev8re2UmcrxCYXBmOehq3SSPuL-FmqTl4hiK0chnd1E8plmeE6apAtWAdN_EI5132yjbvKufEpFSyOM_79jPl04ngdPXtFQWIJgYbltL34xO8qoRn8sa92uQ4l4eIqjWdj0nRYbOXOf5JlHcOJrHzl_Qrl8G4bGS1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhMU8I4Cxqz8ClpcLI8d1A7NAoJvSkev8re2UmcrxCYXBmOehq3SSPuL-FmqTl4hiK0chnd1E8plmeE6apAtWAdN_EI5132yjbvKufEpFSyOM_79jPl04ngdPXtFQWIJgYbltL34xO8qoRn8sa92uQ4l4eIqjWdj0nRYbOXOf5JlHcOJrHzl_Qrl8G4bGS1" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjrtRLd3ZxFIc4H56K1g2GaZm6AO-AvalwD7tSxF1ihmq9g5J1MQaY9Agicq_GXBkY_nqsMl8Pcez5_SvvfyfUAxif-yQfHc6dbA5Ee7vZbl0xAYMKtY5_DvvzptmuAHe_WEY_2hX7QFcUayPL0nEwa1mtflQbkYsFP-YeGg1T7Dx5vX0_YW-j39NdtgRc4" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjrtRLd3ZxFIc4H56K1g2GaZm6AO-AvalwD7tSxF1ihmq9g5J1MQaY9Agicq_GXBkY_nqsMl8Pcez5_SvvfyfUAxif-yQfHc6dbA5Ee7vZbl0xAYMKtY5_DvvzptmuAHe_WEY_2hX7QFcUayPL0nEwa1mtflQbkYsFP-YeGg1T7Dx5vX0_YW-j39NdtgRc4=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Danuta is on her in a flash, her arm wrapped tightly around her neck. </p><p>Bruni struggles, but can't get any leverage on the giant. Fear creeps
in, air not able to reach her lungs. </p><p>"You're such a mean spirited little imp, Chelsea. I'd like to bash it
right out of you." Danuta lets her arm tighten. "Turning on your
partner, a lying cheat, maybe turning on Elke..." Danuta lets her hand
run over Chelsea's chest. "I should spay you...and beat it out of
you...." She lets go, tossing Chelsea to the ground. "But...who has that
kind of time. You'll f^ck yourself soon enough. And I'll love
watching...." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiLNEHQlXScd3Ocb3wC4-sp8qZnX_WhFMQnn9-KguE4hbUofidZyIcueGlbI66OEC87htWEYzdqfPU0x2JZlPgA_DXV3cEpYSVpZOlFPrX5L-lhwVfMqfQINUjXJoQqa1yuDFaVTOxXSnttvj1P-rvpWXqSceiUFkaZkHvUgcs4GPSW0f6J8DvevA3sSGLO" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiLNEHQlXScd3Ocb3wC4-sp8qZnX_WhFMQnn9-KguE4hbUofidZyIcueGlbI66OEC87htWEYzdqfPU0x2JZlPgA_DXV3cEpYSVpZOlFPrX5L-lhwVfMqfQINUjXJoQqa1yuDFaVTOxXSnttvj1P-rvpWXqSceiUFkaZkHvUgcs4GPSW0f6J8DvevA3sSGLO" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Chelsea gasps out, "F^ck...you...amazon...c^nt..." as she rubs her
throat and coughs. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhfu6xNB_QJ36ZBG2L1EuYI4Z0K_jQyo6VQBQ_1o2aDI7ySgIR9LnNkb05SlheCFi5x3gd-JbKYonFRlAjQQQOF1MgiLIyDm9piP2RKO5ApL6iDThzP-0BeC6AVjJrL1coW4fRJsptboavyn255VDLI6JaQQNzhsSbE9Ie0orPk9gsag8UfdayYtVPpjfPJ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhfu6xNB_QJ36ZBG2L1EuYI4Z0K_jQyo6VQBQ_1o2aDI7ySgIR9LnNkb05SlheCFi5x3gd-JbKYonFRlAjQQQOF1MgiLIyDm9piP2RKO5ApL6iDThzP-0BeC6AVjJrL1coW4fRJsptboavyn255VDLI6JaQQNzhsSbE9Ie0orPk9gsag8UfdayYtVPpjfPJ" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"Let's go. I want to see you with Elke as soon as possible." </p><p><br /></p><p><b>Promises 01 </b></p><p><b></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhw3z_zPwMMdwD_bNzF2ajBEhv_0xVNOLqIgTEgsW7LFjlcQ0UDtyeUSyH_uoH2YGupuy1M17Idb4y1-6mbw_Ky5lyJ_ZgZd-a0etM4N2IzBcVCJLo2q_HT2RXihSShsBgWtSTmNATWdyjTEYTgICCL0red4HxmjAz-8aDAdAyVLGYDRw8-Rf3peyCnkvbh" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhw3z_zPwMMdwD_bNzF2ajBEhv_0xVNOLqIgTEgsW7LFjlcQ0UDtyeUSyH_uoH2YGupuy1M17Idb4y1-6mbw_Ky5lyJ_ZgZd-a0etM4N2IzBcVCJLo2q_HT2RXihSShsBgWtSTmNATWdyjTEYTgICCL0red4HxmjAz-8aDAdAyVLGYDRw8-Rf3peyCnkvbh" width="320" /></a></b></div><b><br /> </b><p></p><p>Chelsea Bruni stares at the hung woman spinning in the center of the
room. Dread fills her and she wants to run, but Danuta has a hold on her
and she knows she wouldn't make it out of the room. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhwUWQZ28RoZMSQqsMAUcNja3ZTpuHfcWgtxxZF8SxJWZDDPoynNMFeIvAd_6aWDPxHWReRUFcwncJd1khZmMtkWshv8wLZTMeZIqQJ32NhnniFK5SppaKmnEByR-WRy1BGJfBERS7dsaviaevY24zohDuye6zONc9Xbt7W3bbSbTQulCKwNTCBEQrJuwuD" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhwUWQZ28RoZMSQqsMAUcNja3ZTpuHfcWgtxxZF8SxJWZDDPoynNMFeIvAd_6aWDPxHWReRUFcwncJd1khZmMtkWshv8wLZTMeZIqQJ32NhnniFK5SppaKmnEByR-WRy1BGJfBERS7dsaviaevY24zohDuye6zONc9Xbt7W3bbSbTQulCKwNTCBEQrJuwuD" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"What news do you bring me? Have you found the other locks? How many are
there?" Elke broods. </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjtFcVXI44aBtQl69AW9X65W0hFaFE29ZnJ2ZJGIsAq0C9eK2E3CL-1ffVfX6nfXOV8BMh4-IXS-OmCBJxm4eON5mQ86TLOVuaREabBpW6nAucTldn0vqBKX2_PxFHhdZ1N7rGqTuB_9ZrnVEz5j32JnoLK9NTKfUTZh7sqmifHtRYzOjW_wsrOTT-fMRpu" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjtFcVXI44aBtQl69AW9X65W0hFaFE29ZnJ2ZJGIsAq0C9eK2E3CL-1ffVfX6nfXOV8BMh4-IXS-OmCBJxm4eON5mQ86TLOVuaREabBpW6nAucTldn0vqBKX2_PxFHhdZ1N7rGqTuB_9ZrnVEz5j32JnoLK9NTKfUTZh7sqmifHtRYzOjW_wsrOTT-fMRpu" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi15UZ5CU-wsOTXBO7JKoDwDg_zi9WzvWNAv2OFcWeFsMXDpFDcKWL6KCG3XcTDudlUALxw4VxTt7f-eqYpa3lxPYFOqTULZzqAz5L8S4Csd43HBC_NMk5YcfUAUiI4YdZ8EA-zBsDo_3coL_hkMokmx6tMi6PqI_NZeLmddm069Z7WQSEGoTepnwak9pwx" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi15UZ5CU-wsOTXBO7JKoDwDg_zi9WzvWNAv2OFcWeFsMXDpFDcKWL6KCG3XcTDudlUALxw4VxTt7f-eqYpa3lxPYFOqTULZzqAz5L8S4Csd43HBC_NMk5YcfUAUiI4YdZ8EA-zBsDo_3coL_hkMokmx6tMi6PqI_NZeLmddm069Z7WQSEGoTepnwak9pwx=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p>"Only two! We're so close." Chelsea smiles and takes Elke's hand. </p><p>"Where?" Elke grips the knife in her lap. </p><p>Chelsea thinks about her delivery. How? She kneels by Elke. </p><p>"Well...they...seem to be fleeing the country. RUNNING away from you.
They know. They know they can not win against Morte Bianca!" Chelsea
laughs. "They both left the country over the past few days according to
my sources." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgnWeflYqxZNL7AAezkG2ZKeeDUUomlDh88M_BqqfJX3yVLMg0NgLEx-e0JCMBqMcxrO-TNwQUvj7oYjU67zatqSBX5DNNsboJy5GkMyghhl5_pQ39ghPU8QwSMak1BhaHWURYlNhmojhs-e8AACecugEhRYHpL8dnR9-dNAcPb399GGPQCTTXj8c3E0DBE" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgnWeflYqxZNL7AAezkG2ZKeeDUUomlDh88M_BqqfJX3yVLMg0NgLEx-e0JCMBqMcxrO-TNwQUvj7oYjU67zatqSBX5DNNsboJy5GkMyghhl5_pQ39ghPU8QwSMak1BhaHWURYlNhmojhs-e8AACecugEhRYHpL8dnR9-dNAcPb399GGPQCTTXj8c3E0DBE" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Elke flips the knife and presses it to Chelsea's neck in a flash. "What?
They are not here anymore?" </p><p> </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg1nqwbfCWNz29xCTnClaNzdONhTb_TQnqpyKn6Bl_LCT1Kxnh48G7FzG9FdgugtKVDYmK7RPYMlmlaGADZxfUudpObqkqjwU0TVbuaYmemMFRU07fQfliMHrfs_IWWnGikflT-Z1sJkHq31_1FZpCNAU6lGNiC6vQZw6ShwsZBfXl7xD-TgiaxtHNt7Hbk" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg1nqwbfCWNz29xCTnClaNzdONhTb_TQnqpyKn6Bl_LCT1Kxnh48G7FzG9FdgugtKVDYmK7RPYMlmlaGADZxfUudpObqkqjwU0TVbuaYmemMFRU07fQfliMHrfs_IWWnGikflT-Z1sJkHq31_1FZpCNAU6lGNiC6vQZw6ShwsZBfXl7xD-TgiaxtHNt7Hbk=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p> </p><p><b>Promises 02 </b></p><p>Chelsea gulps. </p><p>"They...are running. One killed himself before....the two
that were left...are running. Vanished. Left the country." Chelsea
musters a smile as the cold metal of the knife presses against her neck.
"So...you are free, Morte Bianca." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi_Ml7o5_pr5LITmbSLEnpmqE00M-QBb0M62PFjCkIqtfzD3z5QH-rQMqnp8S10-PMrto1Lliag5i5Cw7V0tN74xt-2G5WZa19QfS2uws5cZBL4s7qGUv5IVYKAflFweaOkSHWG82fNdEBxHHN13UNCHiXvBfvUCTAv6ItbDR1W35KkqxXGpY2mShIeadjh" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi_Ml7o5_pr5LITmbSLEnpmqE00M-QBb0M62PFjCkIqtfzD3z5QH-rQMqnp8S10-PMrto1Lliag5i5Cw7V0tN74xt-2G5WZa19QfS2uws5cZBL4s7qGUv5IVYKAflFweaOkSHWG82fNdEBxHHN13UNCHiXvBfvUCTAv6ItbDR1W35KkqxXGpY2mShIeadjh" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Elke sighs, drops the knife, and picks up her wine. "Well then...you are
no use to me...are you?" </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjYS8nBKKxPhPybMwIUEGqE9vHoyXbXu8w6Cz0okWwM3c1k89iXjrEmIUIcm0HOHYnAsQIs0rbu5TS2v9C5EdH-biU7KyDMWZatH-Ef7VM6fiAcHyT6jTKerMW_vSqBj0ivGbOkV4-jU4q6gWy9RmHNIZVTJWA5FZyNnRRoKck-A-frfKsLNZT2d4wDVCVQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjYS8nBKKxPhPybMwIUEGqE9vHoyXbXu8w6Cz0okWwM3c1k89iXjrEmIUIcm0HOHYnAsQIs0rbu5TS2v9C5EdH-biU7KyDMWZatH-Ef7VM6fiAcHyT6jTKerMW_vSqBj0ivGbOkV4-jU4q6gWy9RmHNIZVTJWA5FZyNnRRoKck-A-frfKsLNZT2d4wDVCVQ" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Chelsea panics. "YOU SAID...YOU SAID YOU WOULD NOT HARM ME! YOU MADE A
PACT! YOU F^CKING BITCH! YOU CAN'T BREAK----" </p><p>"Shhhh....." Elke stares into Chelsea's eyes. "You really are a wretched
person. Simply horrid." She nods to Danuta and sips her wine.
Danuta raises her axe and brings the back end of it down on Bruni's neck
stunning her. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjgZNA58gDQRx6Lcudo-cyZxWi1l2tygigS1seZjr7LGj00uA47Id0sUJ3l-wl_GH1eRw__HP4CnBgBer_KNSDIHVMFu38VB_ehW6fGATd4jphtLNozCZWoTcDW6ldr2mU8953h-GCRAVRU0OY2Brn6N-N1eQePydCG8lpqhLt7UjeLLj2px4r-J0TPW4v0" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjgZNA58gDQRx6Lcudo-cyZxWi1l2tygigS1seZjr7LGj00uA47Id0sUJ3l-wl_GH1eRw__HP4CnBgBer_KNSDIHVMFu38VB_ehW6fGATd4jphtLNozCZWoTcDW6ldr2mU8953h-GCRAVRU0OY2Brn6N-N1eQePydCG8lpqhLt7UjeLLj2px4r-J0TPW4v0" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Chelsea stares blankly at Elke as the pain surges through her neck. Her
mouth opens, but no words come. The axe comes down hard again, flat side
down on her Chelsea's skull. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhYMAEaRgRLJrXDbKLVPBX0-IjQcrt_nbBrrKf-wKA9lRGkskhsjmjPz3tFkMd4_d3MP4nvaPj5UAxhCN2liBXrQUiCSf74YQ5x2Whn0I6V9p9Qxlvetd3so9rxBoZpAP_X8i_q02qArURyA_R4cHtWBDL8LNU-A0FUZexJIL_-URV-8HHopcySDj7Pi7QT" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhYMAEaRgRLJrXDbKLVPBX0-IjQcrt_nbBrrKf-wKA9lRGkskhsjmjPz3tFkMd4_d3MP4nvaPj5UAxhCN2liBXrQUiCSf74YQ5x2Whn0I6V9p9Qxlvetd3so9rxBoZpAP_X8i_q02qArURyA_R4cHtWBDL8LNU-A0FUZexJIL_-URV-8HHopcySDj7Pi7QT" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Danuta mounts Chelsea and brings the axe up, but stops when she hears
Elke's words - soft and maternal. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgFuCnsBogifjmqPk3mSwNQmRokzrzTJuUc4or2d-PKnwb2UwaZxUqeu7ep_rzjOOy3mIQmfZAX0Z3W3mg-bNO3eAKjAhGz5kwDm7yLiWdEMEUffViv0Lc571iiTbldbET69hYL5lj-sbttSIFhff3GWq4Jy5RjwUDVFUB6rOrIYKWYCv8RA_Y_YAGu-J70" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgFuCnsBogifjmqPk3mSwNQmRokzrzTJuUc4or2d-PKnwb2UwaZxUqeu7ep_rzjOOy3mIQmfZAX0Z3W3mg-bNO3eAKjAhGz5kwDm7yLiWdEMEUffViv0Lc571iiTbldbET69hYL5lj-sbttSIFhff3GWq4Jy5RjwUDVFUB6rOrIYKWYCv8RA_Y_YAGu-J70=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"You bash her again and she'll die." Elke purrs, "And I know you want to
take her with us...to play with her a bit longer.....right? Now, let's
go before the whole police force falls onto us. Did you send our
Detective friend his parting gift?" </p><p>Danuta stares down at Chelsea and growls, "Yes. All set. I'm sure he'll
love it." </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjspZ4lcTw5e89QWofYwyK7BecUrw0OUDurt1CJp8Yoa9F4GW9pHfrOs86VKspegWxdNpuZG52WIcakb0hDzwHmcv8OxeqYgPFCMrAbLX2F4u10iXI0-m1n0i1kAYIhivhclWj7bTyuODoUzFNp2NyLw0QtY_cfxVQllx_VN7NCJpOl9d5kJd9l4uj5JDP3" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjspZ4lcTw5e89QWofYwyK7BecUrw0OUDurt1CJp8Yoa9F4GW9pHfrOs86VKspegWxdNpuZG52WIcakb0hDzwHmcv8OxeqYgPFCMrAbLX2F4u10iXI0-m1n0i1kAYIhivhclWj7bTyuODoUzFNp2NyLw0QtY_cfxVQllx_VN7NCJpOl9d5kJd9l4uj5JDP3=w640-h640" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEibVRFZj-oGfQ0HMdeyVD5UYnOT1Ab7nvqF3guvIjZpvMkr6gujm_DNez_Bth1Ek7u5bNLf2QZMFEqYn1EoSwvjTsTDRsoCbj9Zqus9Rn4YZE-mT3d_xtBbTcQd3yJ58u4h86apJTvB3Ph0A9kDDD3kav9cAsiYyDB2sGstbFz6FTzBeRJCkgdSm3--p5SE" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEibVRFZj-oGfQ0HMdeyVD5UYnOT1Ab7nvqF3guvIjZpvMkr6gujm_DNez_Bth1Ek7u5bNLf2QZMFEqYn1EoSwvjTsTDRsoCbj9Zqus9Rn4YZE-mT3d_xtBbTcQd3yJ58u4h86apJTvB3Ph0A9kDDD3kav9cAsiYyDB2sGstbFz6FTzBeRJCkgdSm3--p5SE" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><b>Grazia Necci enters the police station with ease.</b> No one really notices
her and if they happen to catch her in their eye, they lose interest at
once. A simple charm, but effective. <br /></p><p>She finds Vitale's office and searches quickly. Zampa's Fire Book was
brought to Angela when she was searching for Vitale and it still sits on
his desk. Grazia smiles when she finds it. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhU1GYgpsvDpKPA2jn_F6JLqNC8RWukRJ2m8WNMlvNY4GG2kbmXI61i4OByHXXoI0e7kHfZe7HbTBNjoBCj28b4fQSWKsocB4lK7PpQ9CgzTVJ1mSgcd5jIHZEnMGBv87rh_dcA_jG_6bRDusSQZyrCEED5qsG1U6y93UhrQCqGyYxnLhrsqAB5h53eQ0Te" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhU1GYgpsvDpKPA2jn_F6JLqNC8RWukRJ2m8WNMlvNY4GG2kbmXI61i4OByHXXoI0e7kHfZe7HbTBNjoBCj28b4fQSWKsocB4lK7PpQ9CgzTVJ1mSgcd5jIHZEnMGBv87rh_dcA_jG_6bRDusSQZyrCEED5qsG1U6y93UhrQCqGyYxnLhrsqAB5h53eQ0Te" width="320" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhHBSwAQDF3lYnkbjv7XWNq-TabC9qNzYY5Dk3-RxRwLnhiQWA4CIKzvWPTQYdwsQObZkRXpzd1FHO9bWpt-4VCB-3noage1EGvl0Sy03RSgTkKaEeFpqi9GTnYgCqfN-UQrpld8jWR7I9vHO3ZPDaHI5dCiepdXJEte6Kla9su8_euDF57UYwiTIpl1HIw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhHBSwAQDF3lYnkbjv7XWNq-TabC9qNzYY5Dk3-RxRwLnhiQWA4CIKzvWPTQYdwsQObZkRXpzd1FHO9bWpt-4VCB-3noage1EGvl0Sy03RSgTkKaEeFpqi9GTnYgCqfN-UQrpld8jWR7I9vHO3ZPDaHI5dCiepdXJEte6Kla9su8_euDF57UYwiTIpl1HIw" width="320" /></a></div></div><br /> <p></p><p>"And you are coming with me," she whispers to the book. She glances
around Vitale's office to see if there is anything else that might be of
use. She spots the photo of Daniele Villanueva and crosses herself. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjV-E_VhjHJeWWRGL1UZMDgHFuFr0fks1L3qtyyhQsGDWpblgd1LzzfK4EqXvlR_3wP1IokL8hW4arHSFR-DlDsObh5KoXVDUoMNnneSWw9TK2K8a-1ncI8uA017GAD6n9v3BZ4v5wSQkE9eGniUUOj_L_t4bGI1qiL63hZO-cZO91p0ced9oWnEHtNt8W-" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjV-E_VhjHJeWWRGL1UZMDgHFuFr0fks1L3qtyyhQsGDWpblgd1LzzfK4EqXvlR_3wP1IokL8hW4arHSFR-DlDsObh5KoXVDUoMNnneSWw9TK2K8a-1ncI8uA017GAD6n9v3BZ4v5wSQkE9eGniUUOj_L_t4bGI1qiL63hZO-cZO91p0ced9oWnEHtNt8W-" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjQ4ofP-h8OaVr7oHKMv0P4AmHjf59whHSYDVsJ2XDVurPqPvNfobj0JkLfxa4MpCX9rLwjWSA7DW8vp3PVUHO4dCwSuxlxGmqcA0QHv8PQ8MrQGItrKPrGLso36Kz8sScHTYw1HxuC4AHMgIlY9gzmg0lQZLf4C-gLbjEqrWqtcmS8ZL1Ve2tuPmDkLOvM" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjQ4ofP-h8OaVr7oHKMv0P4AmHjf59whHSYDVsJ2XDVurPqPvNfobj0JkLfxa4MpCX9rLwjWSA7DW8vp3PVUHO4dCwSuxlxGmqcA0QHv8PQ8MrQGItrKPrGLso36Kz8sScHTYw1HxuC4AHMgIlY9gzmg0lQZLf4C-gLbjEqrWqtcmS8ZL1Ve2tuPmDkLOvM" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>"Poor woman."
She moves to the door and takes a final look back. "Brave man. May you
find the peace you seek." </p><p>She turns and exits, slipping out as easily as
she slipped in. </p><p>Vitale's office lays silent and still. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjC5QQw7KgNveN0S86zh7IlnxS2GAN1kIynEoWA9o1F_fkuKI8qkrm10ZhIkCQcZvX-MFDH8neh1ba9I6N1716UP5363KtDqO8nKLROfX3K7TE9su0XxiwCcgw1DiP9Rm7f4_ajOcxlg3JoUzeWSbwAVilZnJrmM4cfvGOdAl3iQw9fdaSbaaM0d6LGRAEw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjC5QQw7KgNveN0S86zh7IlnxS2GAN1kIynEoWA9o1F_fkuKI8qkrm10ZhIkCQcZvX-MFDH8neh1ba9I6N1716UP5363KtDqO8nKLROfX3K7TE9su0XxiwCcgw1DiP9Rm7f4_ajOcxlg3JoUzeWSbwAVilZnJrmM4cfvGOdAl3iQw9fdaSbaaM0d6LGRAEw" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiiDOeS_oxHuJoCcBLFTqCZA8YYkVSANj5KD0L7zFpSyGExAnVFnrbRyFM2N16OnB0WdI1C3G6h0vPOfZc0r_337SLhALOVu5UBcGIj5M7hy3BhQBI7eIvEIrbGTlPlRAB2bfuoS2ZYrn5lXl-nX15WijzO5E-TQy6x6YfWiiMT2r0LRmPq8VZes9O5JCGP" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiiDOeS_oxHuJoCcBLFTqCZA8YYkVSANj5KD0L7zFpSyGExAnVFnrbRyFM2N16OnB0WdI1C3G6h0vPOfZc0r_337SLhALOVu5UBcGIj5M7hy3BhQBI7eIvEIrbGTlPlRAB2bfuoS2ZYrn5lXl-nX15WijzO5E-TQy6x6YfWiiMT2r0LRmPq8VZes9O5JCGP=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><b>Cor finds Fortuna outside the small cottage as the sun rises in
Valencia. </b>The Spanish air feels different to her, though she knows it's
most likely just being free of Italy and the magic that ran through her
to keep Elke locked down in the country. </p><p>"Ahhh...Fortuna basks in the rising sun." Cor smiles. "Good fortune or
bad for me today?" </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhndWf-8wA-Buh5wfSVnXYKfPQwbhW9wuhuDtTmeitzzORUnO-yLAfBVZLtNuJXX9WqZzu7xAfjgJQ2-jc2maQiN0SyuF4YWgRebNsXwy12m9I3-SZmNQ4BsKgIK0YTvgc12kMeOnSFZfSJW2Vv_0I4Ol_NSjyKCafStMMif4I2bnEhkGlw_i-Hl3CJKLq9" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhndWf-8wA-Buh5wfSVnXYKfPQwbhW9wuhuDtTmeitzzORUnO-yLAfBVZLtNuJXX9WqZzu7xAfjgJQ2-jc2maQiN0SyuF4YWgRebNsXwy12m9I3-SZmNQ4BsKgIK0YTvgc12kMeOnSFZfSJW2Vv_0I4Ol_NSjyKCafStMMif4I2bnEhkGlw_i-Hl3CJKLq9" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"I'd rather not joke about such things, thank you." Part of her misses
her Madame Rosetti persona. She wonders if she'll ever go by it again.
Fortuna was so on the nose. </p><p>Cor nods. "Yes, sorry about that." He shrugs and turns to face the sun.
"As my Father used to say, 'Every day above ground is a good day.' But, I
think he got it from a movie." Cor chuckles. </p><p>Fortuna smiles, but says nothing. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjA08U4CuxOiI21O38quhiERQ_pj_18u4tzvTxGz3ZDGM8SddRNsblSm8b98IlsjoLCU1OUF5BLGbM0L3DHV9XjgVP2WRB71vhpzsUXFXDBYcC3n4hs3WQsjMuM7m26Gl452ip3tvZRSLuAJwuLT3NltR1dk4aLg591rlZuxLs4QZ0onvnng4uTViBZC5va" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjA08U4CuxOiI21O38quhiERQ_pj_18u4tzvTxGz3ZDGM8SddRNsblSm8b98IlsjoLCU1OUF5BLGbM0L3DHV9XjgVP2WRB71vhpzsUXFXDBYcC3n4hs3WQsjMuM7m26Gl452ip3tvZRSLuAJwuLT3NltR1dk4aLg591rlZuxLs4QZ0onvnng4uTViBZC5va=w320-h320" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"Well...we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow, but today we rest. Our
traveling companion should be here this afternoon." He thinks about the
woman's voice on the phone and the lack of trust in it. "May I interest
you in some delicious breakfast, M'lady? The best Spain has to offer,
cooked by yours truly." He lightly touches her back and motions back to
the cottage. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEggvxV4Q-d4waKgkMGy0Rct4O5f7cTSVkrVGffydrVRP27RFrhDFbZ5vemxAWumSnhp7NYbj6adHDvaX6vaM9nDlt4o4RuhIUtpMWAJeVFFq3486vpu4BhvJYcDjbb06RmKVeKgmJasd0m9sIsoEE5o_tBlik9RuIK5njHitJhau9HoG18czHgwyB46dZeE" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEggvxV4Q-d4waKgkMGy0Rct4O5f7cTSVkrVGffydrVRP27RFrhDFbZ5vemxAWumSnhp7NYbj6adHDvaX6vaM9nDlt4o4RuhIUtpMWAJeVFFq3486vpu4BhvJYcDjbb06RmKVeKgmJasd0m9sIsoEE5o_tBlik9RuIK5njHitJhau9HoG18czHgwyB46dZeE=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"I'd like that very much." Fortuna smiles, the hand on her back a bit of
a comfort. "I'd also like to make a call to a friend of mine today. I
feel she is better now, but I'd still like to check in with her." </p><p> </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgiLzubSTJSpMNG2i0OXmzWbo0rl8rlfaMp62E1BbPVW7hmpP-McBt3B2CIZPhPcZOxFAFKcVscFy5zvNCYj1h31hdiP3vZiZY787GRvopcgW2W48UA70QDj52cIVGBZ_YEmwusRMHtNcJXNhJkr83bCgd3Kk1k9ZLGwytjtc4dJTtpi1lZ8ZXl4CKnYKPe" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgiLzubSTJSpMNG2i0OXmzWbo0rl8rlfaMp62E1BbPVW7hmpP-McBt3B2CIZPhPcZOxFAFKcVscFy5zvNCYj1h31hdiP3vZiZY787GRvopcgW2W48UA70QDj52cIVGBZ_YEmwusRMHtNcJXNhJkr83bCgd3Kk1k9ZLGwytjtc4dJTtpi1lZ8ZXl4CKnYKPe=w320-h320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><b>Elke stares at the mask she wore after the fire. </b>The mask that hid the
burns. The exposed bone and teeth. She thinks back to the days of agony
as she tried to heal. The spells cast and potions created to mend her.
The eventual ransacking of the home of innocents and the use of a
machine that was never going to be of use again. </p><p> It seemed like ages ago. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgbg8bPBkq4QENh5cutDbXN0rCZI7AOLeRjnTrmK2xnUhZWdt9jWq-cQcgn_n96LDqWlwYfdAtF1QbqqzsG7nyrxi6O5vepsTpyXrOk_xFY389lDfL4sOycXfzu-jW28Zl7FN8JL3AEFd1DtnSBj8Hg2CNPis3II0VNrtnUacaWqPtRJipbUCiAdGrj3I7d" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1439" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgbg8bPBkq4QENh5cutDbXN0rCZI7AOLeRjnTrmK2xnUhZWdt9jWq-cQcgn_n96LDqWlwYfdAtF1QbqqzsG7nyrxi6O5vepsTpyXrOk_xFY389lDfL4sOycXfzu-jW28Zl7FN8JL3AEFd1DtnSBj8Hg2CNPis3II0VNrtnUacaWqPtRJipbUCiAdGrj3I7d=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Olivia Moore tried to wipe them all off of the face of the planet...with
fire. </p><p>Elke can feel her insides roiling. She couldn't do that to another group
of Sisters. Danuta had joked about this new, softer Elke releasing the
Coven into the wild like rescue animals. Chided her playfully about
giving the detective the criminals that were promised after he was
already long gone. </p><p>Elke stares at the mask. "But you, Martine...you die."</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhzFZ0O8ItsWAtm-U27rn33nrmAJOYpLYxI1bKHiEA0nhYRCnyuqdhcT1oFUz5tXBk6q6hBLj3zqKBduS0is8V9bOXYCeXndM1cmdeXoPI9XGgzbKYhwUjjiU3X-tbOasQhaymdyNmglcBd4iAWw6JUKLo66c0s8PNT7Jdhg37NsLhMig1kTP98vA2Ug95w" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhzFZ0O8ItsWAtm-U27rn33nrmAJOYpLYxI1bKHiEA0nhYRCnyuqdhcT1oFUz5tXBk6q6hBLj3zqKBduS0is8V9bOXYCeXndM1cmdeXoPI9XGgzbKYhwUjjiU3X-tbOasQhaymdyNmglcBd4iAWw6JUKLo66c0s8PNT7Jdhg37NsLhMig1kTP98vA2Ug95w=w640-h640" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p> </p><p><br /> </p><p> </p><p><b>Danuta waves a hand in front of Chelsea's face and snaps her fingers.
</b> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhdm4iNbWrvGWT9nMSiVGNzpK5PnSKxNexQxNSfOy7TkIEQaY7hqZq2OX0xaKEIxz71MpB0_ML8-fE0sTYyrviehkpOjAy12gMD08mM3AHIx4jtxu7SXEBLezKFmpwU1lBBk73yfc8C-cvaZgEjRx8HElpQd17VbxkVz7EbITGPLAAM1v_YR2TM5qhHKpB5" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhdm4iNbWrvGWT9nMSiVGNzpK5PnSKxNexQxNSfOy7TkIEQaY7hqZq2OX0xaKEIxz71MpB0_ML8-fE0sTYyrviehkpOjAy12gMD08mM3AHIx4jtxu7SXEBLezKFmpwU1lBBk73yfc8C-cvaZgEjRx8HElpQd17VbxkVz7EbITGPLAAM1v_YR2TM5qhHKpB5" width="320" /></a></div> <p></p><p>"You in there, mała mysz? My little mouse." Danuta grins. "Or...my
little zombie more like, huh?" She tuts. "Poor thing. Well...you have
time to think about the choices you've made now. Maybe you were never
cut out for a life of crime and murder? Should have been loyal to the
others, huh?" She whispers, "Well...you'll have a lot of time to think
about it. It's a long boat ride to Argentina...but I'll keep you
occupied." She smacks her lips, laughs, and starts off to make sure the
packing is underway. </p><p> </p><p> <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiIzrWSseVYY34F_Rdih2js4o7h3uR4UnEg6FT9NFbpP3FkQYf2IKk8UnUe0S5LIhdh9yDn9kFSU4xYI1LpppLdQ1mIFvSIYjEQKFRnoRF7f8kRmzI5zNm4x5Uuq1_AvKVVHvLOV-3g1-Xdh9w8--CDigzNKMwHuVEPKmnvNdvX5LsfVR7ZiZ-E2a4mEGl7" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiIzrWSseVYY34F_Rdih2js4o7h3uR4UnEg6FT9NFbpP3FkQYf2IKk8UnUe0S5LIhdh9yDn9kFSU4xYI1LpppLdQ1mIFvSIYjEQKFRnoRF7f8kRmzI5zNm4x5Uuq1_AvKVVHvLOV-3g1-Xdh9w8--CDigzNKMwHuVEPKmnvNdvX5LsfVR7ZiZ-E2a4mEGl7" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgiAiYJXtzHAJ34H5j8gSnxxgTX-u-0oX2diG7iwx4CWJoQPyN_XmglaiQpyhap5OLdyJMvgynOM6J9fchjGyXY7eOhXlHgHTX0CaXxc-0dVt52gXDc8Ds7z2FQsMpKIL-2-LsnYOLmNlXeaI4_InRIax5LQgWGfjGNrY4KRY81TdgoGxZYjSeYTywMJJTB" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgiAiYJXtzHAJ34H5j8gSnxxgTX-u-0oX2diG7iwx4CWJoQPyN_XmglaiQpyhap5OLdyJMvgynOM6J9fchjGyXY7eOhXlHgHTX0CaXxc-0dVt52gXDc8Ds7z2FQsMpKIL-2-LsnYOLmNlXeaI4_InRIax5LQgWGfjGNrY4KRY81TdgoGxZYjSeYTywMJJTB=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><p> </p><p>"Don't run off now. I'll be back to check on you."
She laughs a cruel laugh. </p><p>Chelsea screams inside her head. She longs to run, but can not move. She
can't even wiggle her fingers. She blinks - her eyes full of tears. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi_W187uGff8v5B_ym_1APQFFiF5rbrw3BkiMNWCh6Rz-7LwNNjCZMbvbMrvvvQeIpQ5kYUEFqSGH6We2y3O7ygROP8z2Bp3i1Gx-AJGFoXb5gtFMyZd7mbA6VGPZJNySca6-QW0C_mn8lVye50zBymLVNIqYJv2RQ-hzYCXFnHvSQXAotfyAIZ32aeJYEl" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi_W187uGff8v5B_ym_1APQFFiF5rbrw3BkiMNWCh6Rz-7LwNNjCZMbvbMrvvvQeIpQ5kYUEFqSGH6We2y3O7ygROP8z2Bp3i1Gx-AJGFoXb5gtFMyZd7mbA6VGPZJNySca6-QW0C_mn8lVye50zBymLVNIqYJv2RQ-hzYCXFnHvSQXAotfyAIZ32aeJYEl" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>She
thinks, "Oh god...someone please. Please help me. HELP ME!!!!!! HELP
ME!!!!!!" </p><p>But...no one will hear her. </p><p> </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhFPT_kaxjbN-1vMWSvP_N-tHG46Jpvk_TAY19JOKBgJn_QzeL8o3R5HPMBE-l1cUPDgHvNften5R6lEAJl-RNXvVTGvKl1-2OLDrp_VKke-b4Talqs-0ZMElvr1JH9_DqKBmz0O3mjRGmggY9LtVk75mJh76v8K3rtamBRg3NvkCNOan9P8DnxX2lvm84U" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhFPT_kaxjbN-1vMWSvP_N-tHG46Jpvk_TAY19JOKBgJn_QzeL8o3R5HPMBE-l1cUPDgHvNften5R6lEAJl-RNXvVTGvKl1-2OLDrp_VKke-b4Talqs-0ZMElvr1JH9_DqKBmz0O3mjRGmggY9LtVk75mJh76v8K3rtamBRg3NvkCNOan9P8DnxX2lvm84U=w640-h640" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Aftermath</b> </span></p><p>The police storm the house like angry hornets - filled with rage about
their fallen comrades. </p><p>Riot gear, shotguns, and automatic weapons at the
ready, they flawlessly execute their sweeps as per Vitale's orders. The
layout of the house was given to the best of his memory as well. </p><p>No mistakes. </p><p> But, expert precision isn't needed. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjTF-CB_zJAAoxA1su6ARkdZAtSWUVlPbOxI77spugIIlkQXw-GbxvzXH56yYFbbYl6F4d_nL9VckHuq4pj2PD8mIlHZTttX2_kbzbKnv4LRerpF4pH692-wR-jCH3saoATGdLcWAyupq-wVibMwQZLQpTbc-RDtOSWqdsoGv4hHX1kBeU2hQ4X8fHXhOKV" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjTF-CB_zJAAoxA1su6ARkdZAtSWUVlPbOxI77spugIIlkQXw-GbxvzXH56yYFbbYl6F4d_nL9VckHuq4pj2PD8mIlHZTttX2_kbzbKnv4LRerpF4pH692-wR-jCH3saoATGdLcWAyupq-wVibMwQZLQpTbc-RDtOSWqdsoGv4hHX1kBeU2hQ4X8fHXhOKV=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>The house is empty save for several
officers scattered throughout the house - long dead. </p><p>"Chasso is dead in here," one of the officers shouts. </p><p>That made six
gone. </p><p>"Glad you're dead, traitor scumbag..." she mutters under her
breath. She wants to spit on him, but doesn't want to foul the scene.
She glances at the papers on the floor, then heads to the next room -
shotgun at the ready. </p><p>This wasn't a house, it was a tomb. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEipoCIqvVq-OSLKRWZbhA889-kQY2Gq8-4oB1ZPi0swwNWv4cu-GZNx0SzHggIIJVqQy0hj9Wh3n4HqZmpT6XSzyGaEzq9_mgDjdcjbTjTggvtADZNtF2vtgarad0CbxUgcXDfNgcmZuKwGPsdYKpTxhTBNeHCDVcP-Kd7HFZMzwfB1LmWUCNxfVe41C9Zg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEipoCIqvVq-OSLKRWZbhA889-kQY2Gq8-4oB1ZPi0swwNWv4cu-GZNx0SzHggIIJVqQy0hj9Wh3n4HqZmpT6XSzyGaEzq9_mgDjdcjbTjTggvtADZNtF2vtgarad0CbxUgcXDfNgcmZuKwGPsdYKpTxhTBNeHCDVcP-Kd7HFZMzwfB1LmWUCNxfVe41C9Zg=w640-h640" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>FIN </b></span><br /></p><p> </p>malcoJOJOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12362522805988503279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8386728540021864055.post-4178240522659393112024-03-05T16:46:00.000-08:002024-03-06T11:15:49.909-08:00 The Italy Crossover - 2022 - PART 11 <p> The Italy Crossover - 2022 - PART 11</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj1TDq4J0Nig50lVSO_9TFfka0aJLFefi5lCqGOVl_xiMhRr_3fHKe8cK1y6y6AIS6wf5V_n-T655b4nGmx1jGUePt6vJKTbdkm_WOkC0u-RPvy22TQkx37kXmGkvOUq4SbE_KuFgopgIoWfyCxZRTF2Emd4fsbttJUQ5ZwskFuJhL4mPeodfoKOC6-Bnzf" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj1TDq4J0Nig50lVSO_9TFfka0aJLFefi5lCqGOVl_xiMhRr_3fHKe8cK1y6y6AIS6wf5V_n-T655b4nGmx1jGUePt6vJKTbdkm_WOkC0u-RPvy22TQkx37kXmGkvOUq4SbE_KuFgopgIoWfyCxZRTF2Emd4fsbttJUQ5ZwskFuJhL4mPeodfoKOC6-Bnzf=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p><b>Morte Bianca 01</b> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgGsrqLSSNV9IsMtcGjEkEmK3LPzyAPflDe1FKdU2c180hhz0MGYbkMYs5vIOzgje7FBhdoxQhKm6_Acg5W8D708h9Qb-CN6sPCmXSflkzpsR87xJFsaphRb_iiHI-gIuUswxKQAUnj0PMUTA3robdpDwn_vuMojiuAYeEhjtfFsUPlisBBuvYwpkeLqv0v" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgGsrqLSSNV9IsMtcGjEkEmK3LPzyAPflDe1FKdU2c180hhz0MGYbkMYs5vIOzgje7FBhdoxQhKm6_Acg5W8D708h9Qb-CN6sPCmXSflkzpsR87xJFsaphRb_iiHI-gIuUswxKQAUnj0PMUTA3robdpDwn_vuMojiuAYeEhjtfFsUPlisBBuvYwpkeLqv0v" width="320" /></a></div><br />Danuta presses up and slips her hand around Martine's shoulder and
gently rubs it. <p></p><p>Martine dare not try to pull away. They all tower over her in this form.
The teen body that was a safe haven for Martine for years. The kindness
of strangers. The attention of men and women alike. The need for them
to take care of her. Keep her safe. And now.... </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>"So...no more going through my papers. No more sneaking about. I won't
stand for it, Martine. Understood?" </p><p> Danuta squeezes her shoulder and Martine nods. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi9KYy5n0VZ_4EB2S8VR_Q84ugRV4i1t2stnj4_VWVjsqycIbPj9mupvR0UVGQKZJrq9KfTU9vs8wj099XziLyPEEn1zi7NLycacAlm-8xyEjp0x-Fs7CX5safUIbDcniHvLd5bPoiVxBgrdd3feWA3nnEaD_7EQQnc5VHJmxGyBZGFt0RmCGoNn3GIXtWR" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi9KYy5n0VZ_4EB2S8VR_Q84ugRV4i1t2stnj4_VWVjsqycIbPj9mupvR0UVGQKZJrq9KfTU9vs8wj099XziLyPEEn1zi7NLycacAlm-8xyEjp0x-Fs7CX5safUIbDcniHvLd5bPoiVxBgrdd3feWA3nnEaD_7EQQnc5VHJmxGyBZGFt0RmCGoNn3GIXtWR" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjCB6ZeeeOGjsRYJsbBQu-X47NE34arThdnHM91oK-D1v3hxdPc_uRm8eCLrEGAAl2TIqEE0Pv2S2te12h6DVdl278NIAI8hZJyfBkZO8OKNUz5JsuNLXAwkaNPZAGFUKVujLpbevwtQ5BMknE9EEKfOCoRye9pe_El5XHa2t5_BPDi2lQGARTkZgxLKaPO" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjCB6ZeeeOGjsRYJsbBQu-X47NE34arThdnHM91oK-D1v3hxdPc_uRm8eCLrEGAAl2TIqEE0Pv2S2te12h6DVdl278NIAI8hZJyfBkZO8OKNUz5JsuNLXAwkaNPZAGFUKVujLpbevwtQ5BMknE9EEKfOCoRye9pe_El5XHa2t5_BPDi2lQGARTkZgxLKaPO" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p> Elke lifts Martine's face. </p><p>"Understood?"
Elke's glare sends a shiver down Martine's spine. </p><p>"Understood." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhtx9fvdd141aXDH0ClAOEMWByTK3IO_6Z-l0ZSvPFAObue-pye4W1BnP1pezw2K3fXL3nAIiq8pNAO_D6VZhYifKx50BMbU5c4qHfHAWVyeA6uDVtlKsVqN-IiycpH0h88e3yvdGpKZN8N-QKXH0klavw1LSFktCidh0XbFm1jPXDA6gNLYLvk01j8_0Zg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhtx9fvdd141aXDH0ClAOEMWByTK3IO_6Z-l0ZSvPFAObue-pye4W1BnP1pezw2K3fXL3nAIiq8pNAO_D6VZhYifKx50BMbU5c4qHfHAWVyeA6uDVtlKsVqN-IiycpH0h88e3yvdGpKZN8N-QKXH0klavw1LSFktCidh0XbFm1jPXDA6gNLYLvk01j8_0Zg=w200-h150" width="200" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Benedetta chuckles. </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgEXJvWej-yz1mmn0QCO42Y_ud-2U4-O1UO7XuXBmH2Q-_Em8byiR9tB0BwiPsaBnwwtqWUS1volaiCMmji1HX5fLlD13Y9fc3jYsVv3RlHEhN_felaUpSq6VFqTSd38gswHzpm0AqLyccrBLj5tjdHZSm-RtRxLyWqA6w8IK-J45oe15SuzHxQPAoeJpt5" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgEXJvWej-yz1mmn0QCO42Y_ud-2U4-O1UO7XuXBmH2Q-_Em8byiR9tB0BwiPsaBnwwtqWUS1volaiCMmji1HX5fLlD13Y9fc3jYsVv3RlHEhN_felaUpSq6VFqTSd38gswHzpm0AqLyccrBLj5tjdHZSm-RtRxLyWqA6w8IK-J45oe15SuzHxQPAoeJpt5" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>"Good. Please see to Detective Vitale. I want him sent home in the next
few days. Alive." </p><p>Martine nods and pulls herself away from Danuta. </p><p>"I'll come check on you, Martine." Danuta calls after her. She whispers,
"Le chat..." She giggles. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgtTs6YWkQB3r6BISlCTX_1TwhDEFRGhiGRxX3s3i1nUXsO_uh7BL_yQ4R7MBk5tDZmO6dVQV-xGSFzMer4565LKiHOVBBmKNuj5fyf8grVfm0MbTraTX3Valivpt9PPp_fehpBHlun-Lr1YWmVGk5PlEaviU68_c9HM0P0RmbG1jkkkoxFWM3qKHN8ZG9J" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgtTs6YWkQB3r6BISlCTX_1TwhDEFRGhiGRxX3s3i1nUXsO_uh7BL_yQ4R7MBk5tDZmO6dVQV-xGSFzMer4565LKiHOVBBmKNuj5fyf8grVfm0MbTraTX3Valivpt9PPp_fehpBHlun-Lr1YWmVGk5PlEaviU68_c9HM0P0RmbG1jkkkoxFWM3qKHN8ZG9J=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /><b>Morte Bianca 02</b> <p></p><p>Martine feels a fury rage within her. She can feel the magic within
herself - dark as night. With a turn, a wave of her hands, and focus,
she could send dangerous words in motion to ruin Danuta. To smash her
down. To make her incredibly ill. </p><p>This body. Could it handle it?
Rage grows stronger. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhIwaNgR7ID7rR2U5z_Gy7kV-mQ2HrFPgwCjcDqJdl5RVncl29K3cqqs2_Nj3WpsCqmYpNWsu2EvAA9Pb6rYN9cCdJ07aZKyQay5Ymdjc_CmEEalApDeM9VomAcskXIPsbpmDZeK8UjbCxm1VjzDuWKLnNoDkz-3rUUU1-GC6v-Mc-ruwGt-GQvXpWRP80K" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhIwaNgR7ID7rR2U5z_Gy7kV-mQ2HrFPgwCjcDqJdl5RVncl29K3cqqs2_Nj3WpsCqmYpNWsu2EvAA9Pb6rYN9cCdJ07aZKyQay5Ymdjc_CmEEalApDeM9VomAcskXIPsbpmDZeK8UjbCxm1VjzDuWKLnNoDkz-3rUUU1-GC6v-Mc-ruwGt-GQvXpWRP80K=w640-h640" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>This body...has outlived its usefulness. </p><p>This body...must change...if
she and Vitale are going to survive this.</p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj7tKsVbqMvCtlSn_oqiyjrumuf9nA5cYs5j2NqljuAbQomn7qSxEDMVtRAtJCiddYS8ZHcVnG1eNlTY0QtIOVF6EUjp6zqxIJgmYp7fa34UCpvYI-7PSqN_JUvUdmS9wx-3PGxxsq6H2feGb7kkBpKZXDwNBVOI6lQ4ye0jUId9AWetSNOPEZgYuV3Qtmm" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj7tKsVbqMvCtlSn_oqiyjrumuf9nA5cYs5j2NqljuAbQomn7qSxEDMVtRAtJCiddYS8ZHcVnG1eNlTY0QtIOVF6EUjp6zqxIJgmYp7fa34UCpvYI-7PSqN_JUvUdmS9wx-3PGxxsq6H2feGb7kkBpKZXDwNBVOI6lQ4ye0jUId9AWetSNOPEZgYuV3Qtmm" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj7tKsVbqMvCtlSn_oqiyjrumuf9nA5cYs5j2NqljuAbQomn7qSxEDMVtRAtJCiddYS8ZHcVnG1eNlTY0QtIOVF6EUjp6zqxIJgmYp7fa34UCpvYI-7PSqN_JUvUdmS9wx-3PGxxsq6H2feGb7kkBpKZXDwNBVOI6lQ4ye0jUId9AWetSNOPEZgYuV3Qtmm" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgTAP-5F4JMdwOyM0EXt4evKC3R6XmZjTdZOB9dHI9EvMppKoUDcqevWoY1_6153br5u5I8Zu9ZU1SlJJbpRhPTW6fH2rFMRMI2sSNp1BKIidGyIImY9xo1jTnjRS5ijmgRLV8QZKpoF1uRVvJFUfejh2yBXcIAhlzaPMRaEO4l8jycVyyemGjxiSqhjMVC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgTAP-5F4JMdwOyM0EXt4evKC3R6XmZjTdZOB9dHI9EvMppKoUDcqevWoY1_6153br5u5I8Zu9ZU1SlJJbpRhPTW6fH2rFMRMI2sSNp1BKIidGyIImY9xo1jTnjRS5ijmgRLV8QZKpoF1uRVvJFUfejh2yBXcIAhlzaPMRaEO4l8jycVyyemGjxiSqhjMVC=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><br /></div><br /> <p></p><p><b>Morte Bianca 03</b> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjNYadCEouWIX87nBxgm-q3ioAufVItrdEssl4Aky6lz3E8npf_MFvNWrqRraRrqj2xeWbbWI8tnJsEwgtKM8Tq-np7tF_HjEMv7gDkywdDCulv_d9H9r_z5tBPUOoKfq-5UkoXp5-u1LcuIc0-Q84A4lBkCE9Q8K_JROLaBLDXAp5yBnFZRM10yrovimFY" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjNYadCEouWIX87nBxgm-q3ioAufVItrdEssl4Aky6lz3E8npf_MFvNWrqRraRrqj2xeWbbWI8tnJsEwgtKM8Tq-np7tF_HjEMv7gDkywdDCulv_d9H9r_z5tBPUOoKfq-5UkoXp5-u1LcuIc0-Q84A4lBkCE9Q8K_JROLaBLDXAp5yBnFZRM10yrovimFY" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Benedetta Toscani motions to Martine when she's gone. "And THIS will
weaken the Coven. THIS is the cancer that will slip through and kill us
all. The witch...this mere spec of a girl...can be replaced. Exchanged
with someone more loyal. More powerful. Morte Bianca will lead the most
powerful Coven in all of Italy. In all of EUROPE!" Her eyes are wild. </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>Elke glances at Danuta. "Will you give us a moment, Miss Szymańska?" </p><p> Danuta bows her head and leaves the room. The door closes. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhho_n22D3EeH-UulQrR0jaaCkYUmFRC5e8MfkaCJcBTNHVBIIluwVrhshGlMZe6KtAeeBJV20tkMh3g3U7-i9o_zjtDZLfkQHGeDHdaxVe9JhtmUAKI7EZrqMNbkHsg2VoKIOwy8NlO0UggBx9Xq1J_siWTMNJzi4envWLo22FonnMqvMfdwvt1gUUUEFf" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhho_n22D3EeH-UulQrR0jaaCkYUmFRC5e8MfkaCJcBTNHVBIIluwVrhshGlMZe6KtAeeBJV20tkMh3g3U7-i9o_zjtDZLfkQHGeDHdaxVe9JhtmUAKI7EZrqMNbkHsg2VoKIOwy8NlO0UggBx9Xq1J_siWTMNJzi4envWLo22FonnMqvMfdwvt1gUUUEFf" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"And her...." venom in Beneedetta's voice." </p><p>"I know you were the one who had those zombies kill the detectives,
Benedetta." Elke stares. </p><p>"FOR YOU! They DARED challenge you?! Out in the world, they would hunt
you. They'd never let you go. I freed you from those insects!" </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEis2H7m-WH9ei-FN8O_wWQVZaWE_2hOuQLe-MhqeRzppUaJIPZxYLKb-rDMruT14x6JMMm_P8QPfC278CeOoNK7OAHLJ68g3w6qTh8hYviC8YnYlE2PwPIAzPSEmvAH8AzYiSieBz0WAQi7tpS60IiQADeLLczowb5Nvvvq57sys-x1KUI5UWANob1vX2eN" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEis2H7m-WH9ei-FN8O_wWQVZaWE_2hOuQLe-MhqeRzppUaJIPZxYLKb-rDMruT14x6JMMm_P8QPfC278CeOoNK7OAHLJ68g3w6qTh8hYviC8YnYlE2PwPIAzPSEmvAH8AzYiSieBz0WAQi7tpS60IiQADeLLczowb5Nvvvq57sys-x1KUI5UWANob1vX2eN" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhg1Hd5pOKlX7Vk8MFKc41ZjCLzGI6HilBwCf3zNyFJB_G4lVL8SsoG_kNwI5XoPN8gisiJ4oREzjqB0WMRDHy8YwWsIRzFSnr3P8oP3pX_lyH_i4FgLTiA_mPDUGCZ92Lx7FO9KVsC5yjM1tolV3-UnfR71qnT0ED_cfHH5G7AIfNVGhhNAmbqIkZXALXq" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhg1Hd5pOKlX7Vk8MFKc41ZjCLzGI6HilBwCf3zNyFJB_G4lVL8SsoG_kNwI5XoPN8gisiJ4oREzjqB0WMRDHy8YwWsIRzFSnr3P8oP3pX_lyH_i4FgLTiA_mPDUGCZ92Lx7FO9KVsC5yjM1tolV3-UnfR71qnT0ED_cfHH5G7AIfNVGhhNAmbqIkZXALXq=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p> Elke is on her in a flash, ancient words pouring from her mouth and hand
firmly on Benedetta's head before she could counter the magic. </p><p>Benedetta feels herself go ridgid. Her jaw locks. Her muscles go taut to
the point of extreme pain. It’s hard to breathe. Impossible to speak. </p><p> "You are a fool...." Elke continues the chanting spell and the words
grind through Benedetta like razors. Powerful magic flows from Elke into
Benedetta. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgJVOheb9elg7a6apCd4ZMk8AIkT8RtBqnVHY7x-BFNeLkQNNq8alvFSSr8QWL6Xjr8xw_xId1gARdgQy2K4a68h81MlVd96XThBdoJtYvxQgxW-pJY-Pk5ZE7kV5U4dJUVPKzPaUcCbFHCvQDs0AyOpgoOLqMFSNO0ij7O5wKy3CDSmEkExG7XJWDDt-It" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgJVOheb9elg7a6apCd4ZMk8AIkT8RtBqnVHY7x-BFNeLkQNNq8alvFSSr8QWL6Xjr8xw_xId1gARdgQy2K4a68h81MlVd96XThBdoJtYvxQgxW-pJY-Pk5ZE7kV5U4dJUVPKzPaUcCbFHCvQDs0AyOpgoOLqMFSNO0ij7O5wKy3CDSmEkExG7XJWDDt-It" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Benedetta feels her insides twist as they are shredded slowly. Bloody
tears fill her eyes as they go white and her vision fades. </p><p>Blood
trickles from her orifices as muscles give way to the magic. </p><p>She gags
and coughs blood. </p><p>Benedetta mentally begs for forgiveness, but can do
nothing as her organs shred within her. She sputters, sending blood
dribbling. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiiG7ghahOuKEP1nWstVVGCrtiEV0jAfklUivqezLCKAYgMhOFXV4tRqm84BlrCk43unwaXLH3_BgGxMtxeKbvDeAOgkOJo5j0o41RnaooeVxDatIROisbG6Ip538CE-fDrcoFY-riIA6-pYjCys3WGW8-GEkRTiNVgDhuGFPGQTBcIYXSVH4h2PgREB21U" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiiG7ghahOuKEP1nWstVVGCrtiEV0jAfklUivqezLCKAYgMhOFXV4tRqm84BlrCk43unwaXLH3_BgGxMtxeKbvDeAOgkOJo5j0o41RnaooeVxDatIROisbG6Ip538CE-fDrcoFY-riIA6-pYjCys3WGW8-GEkRTiNVgDhuGFPGQTBcIYXSVH4h2PgREB21U=w400-h300" width="400" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEirOO1ZLw_XFsCtxgW0AqCiVhmi2_CRti7aT_NsbnXpQWGWuTI4h0PTCAADub427TrbEiUGl_2oqGQPDoK3If7rMR7fwJZsRMc395SKbHQLNVtPRRzOjVO4GZ6DiJwsbI4btssWVkEVfnuqFPuOYxrLqPd4ra6XdD0cubvWfPJ0mdKSJxKGm0BiMivzw2Ue" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEirOO1ZLw_XFsCtxgW0AqCiVhmi2_CRti7aT_NsbnXpQWGWuTI4h0PTCAADub427TrbEiUGl_2oqGQPDoK3If7rMR7fwJZsRMc395SKbHQLNVtPRRzOjVO4GZ6DiJwsbI4btssWVkEVfnuqFPuOYxrLqPd4ra6XdD0cubvWfPJ0mdKSJxKGm0BiMivzw2Ue" width="320" /></a></div></div><br /> <p></p><p> Elke's focus wavers as her head swims with pain from the exertion. She
growls, "You failed me," and shoves sending Benedetta to the ground
wetly. </p><p> Elke swoons and feels her body shiver in revolt. This sort of magic is
beyond her in this weak state and she knows it. But...lessons had to be
taught. Elke feels like she's going to be sick - pain
in her head and the fire in her muscles. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgoVCbtwy6fj8Xdvk6T01Ec5JhHbNqAwNHQY0HeSSrRNbNpD_qpC5GzO847LZoRCHE2OYKwCui7jAa7PHnb8WmIGDshuHJYdhXCeCA-paG5AioiRT0SnUXhF34U1hogjziIp6pU5Xnc0XQyzOG64UJYKL5D9QPkdF9O5zTjy0BmfjRPquKm7TXbEfwnHF6t" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgoVCbtwy6fj8Xdvk6T01Ec5JhHbNqAwNHQY0HeSSrRNbNpD_qpC5GzO847LZoRCHE2OYKwCui7jAa7PHnb8WmIGDshuHJYdhXCeCA-paG5AioiRT0SnUXhF34U1hogjziIp6pU5Xnc0XQyzOG64UJYKL5D9QPkdF9O5zTjy0BmfjRPquKm7TXbEfwnHF6t" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"DANUTA! TO ME NOW!"
Morte Bianca blacks out and hits the floor hard.
</p><p>____________</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiVInKle5xgHwxgWLQCW9W2jSrZU_Ktme74d0xeGTjTBQO5D3ogEfjZjEI6Xix6ihXAzLze5Fk7pshlPwOUb4PUWnTdb7j1G2wYFeaOwPSOwI4DOtcvJbzDmKoe30TdQIe9iiepU1846B1sG4G0UeTeaxRoFLjK6jmcePqlA6GnVyRF7yitFjuSU4XyQMrH" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiVInKle5xgHwxgWLQCW9W2jSrZU_Ktme74d0xeGTjTBQO5D3ogEfjZjEI6Xix6ihXAzLze5Fk7pshlPwOUb4PUWnTdb7j1G2wYFeaOwPSOwI4DOtcvJbzDmKoe30TdQIe9iiepU1846B1sG4G0UeTeaxRoFLjK6jmcePqlA6GnVyRF7yitFjuSU4XyQMrH=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p><b>Martine hears Elke screaming for Danuta</b> and is curious about what made
the woman wail like that, but Danuta's words about curiosity ring in her
head and she continues on. </p><p>She slips into the holding room created for the detectives and closes
the door, the swooping drift as the room settles having little to no
effect on her. </p><p>She strips out of her clothing and runs a hand over her
body. She won't be able to go back to this body. And...she'll lose the
Boîte à Bijoux de la Mort, but the Death Jewel Box has served her well
for years and she's ok with letting it go. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgFMvE8a3zPm_T4C_6Rpxid5KqdAQxBouEFElqwnUFdPsz8_9FDiddUGhvZoblERLuOVrXnfdpk3yyIbrp784TGOr92BRsBb6iWklxyLAbMB84u3IXlqgayD-zrvcPuZMpVo3jUiAHIUJvG_BN_SBKZBmTH0UvRtAzPbsXmwTh6mVDivAqrq1fzldgVsdqC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgFMvE8a3zPm_T4C_6Rpxid5KqdAQxBouEFElqwnUFdPsz8_9FDiddUGhvZoblERLuOVrXnfdpk3yyIbrp784TGOr92BRsBb6iWklxyLAbMB84u3IXlqgayD-zrvcPuZMpVo3jUiAHIUJvG_BN_SBKZBmTH0UvRtAzPbsXmwTh6mVDivAqrq1fzldgVsdqC" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjTLluS5laTm-QFS7tEIQih_QRXRvyXA7BcLprf6QF-L8tKLe21Nfr_kHQcKEbryvmHAG6Ag16F-w2jEJrh9VIT37wX36cvFuPh3rlKStJZnJXfgqRb67l4pb4AqofIQ_ZTCZQyopH-OXyo9hIjwOg2qiNhh3VnF88c1vcg06dtoD-Tow6kJ8qWoBmLvg3s" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjTLluS5laTm-QFS7tEIQih_QRXRvyXA7BcLprf6QF-L8tKLe21Nfr_kHQcKEbryvmHAG6Ag16F-w2jEJrh9VIT37wX36cvFuPh3rlKStJZnJXfgqRb67l4pb4AqofIQ_ZTCZQyopH-OXyo9hIjwOg2qiNhh3VnF88c1vcg06dtoD-Tow6kJ8qWoBmLvg3s" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjn4Zmp5SK6AX20P9b36TavAWwu19JAx9FosvoJsT-IZlNbFxJEZrofHGU8C0mT1kZHCZMGAcTAQVdDelpNRMjVbjbXloct3rYmN6T0S1GmNC36RX8eMAH6f5w2KVDeo6SGWb8fZRZa9ESE57DPUMsHr29uTt7Rsu46lJI52csdNoW2OA7Di2nD6iEqCzZ1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjn4Zmp5SK6AX20P9b36TavAWwu19JAx9FosvoJsT-IZlNbFxJEZrofHGU8C0mT1kZHCZMGAcTAQVdDelpNRMjVbjbXloct3rYmN6T0S1GmNC36RX8eMAH6f5w2KVDeo6SGWb8fZRZa9ESE57DPUMsHr29uTt7Rsu46lJI52csdNoW2OA7Di2nD6iEqCzZ1" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><br /> <p></p><p>Martine shakes the thought of dread out of her head and turns to the
box. She lets the spell pour from her like a waterfall before she can
change her mind and the items in the box rattle and writhe. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg1MeeFdshmygNIBx5F3uswBJCgze_DpaYD1q5rspTXB5X6dWdN_h8-OQ-g3YHkTdbVEjG6YFjxBFq4HaTb1e40OyHaq-LFXXcM2I2RzMN578Qx16O8zOJBsIiU4HAafhf1nXVcxzC8GtC9RUu4wrtvuH5NUU5WTjw2xRS-5NYiIjF6wYbCAVF5K7zFx9fa" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg1MeeFdshmygNIBx5F3uswBJCgze_DpaYD1q5rspTXB5X6dWdN_h8-OQ-g3YHkTdbVEjG6YFjxBFq4HaTb1e40OyHaq-LFXXcM2I2RzMN578Qx16O8zOJBsIiU4HAafhf1nXVcxzC8GtC9RUu4wrtvuH5NUU5WTjw2xRS-5NYiIjF6wYbCAVF5K7zFx9fa" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Martine waits, then it hits her like an electric shock in her bones. She
wails, but no one will be able to hear her in this room. Or will it be
her tomb? </p><p>Another shock tears through her and she cringes and jerks. It feels like
her bones and organs are on fire.
She can't stand and can't stop herself from hitting the floor hard. Her
back arches as more jolts slither over her and through her. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh3I-lMAD3Lr5H3RvHW4j_UyRq5K_iDte-zhhhwRZhCS-D8-fuvjPbpS5f3K-KU-8EOajPASNlNepHQ0Et1bnxdKCAvwOc_zBUy8IuvdKCIsoVjX911w4Is2yknQxrU848kc3RCHBpz8yMahd0CredqRimOTduon_e25LcmTZnQ9-aHxpIzwE22-K3fIkX-" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh3I-lMAD3Lr5H3RvHW4j_UyRq5K_iDte-zhhhwRZhCS-D8-fuvjPbpS5f3K-KU-8EOajPASNlNepHQ0Et1bnxdKCAvwOc_zBUy8IuvdKCIsoVjX911w4Is2yknQxrU848kc3RCHBpz8yMahd0CredqRimOTduon_e25LcmTZnQ9-aHxpIzwE22-K3fIkX-=w200-h150" width="200" /></a></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjVNV-57i9do7BzK4CSkzDEacoPK0mNtfiAnxpf-uU3B_khgrRK70lO63pgMhfI3LvGwwA1CTPhgQ7WGvwUYc1TYQBG1sZmMt57j8ByrJJ37QXKmArG12bNN0fDmb5EGqzvHrUK8Dr2P7iv1Ut8S2ybdL8Q5kfm3QSqo0mNNzSegpVNIhwSIX2K5XXX9pub" style="margin-left: 1em; 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mother spikes in her brain as her skin crawls...bones shift....and
organs slither...her body growing larger. </p><p>She pants and waits then all is quiet and calm within her. She passes
gas with a low brrapp sound and laughs at the absurdity of it before
pushing up and looking at herself. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj8wHH9O0FkpOelZlEp9c5iYIKP7l5__msHNmRdMvpPdIiA-BYtU9to9xdAhXCzITqVrXmFN38eNSbeg_f3bmQnndTk-euK-Ez1qOQYGby7RTSAh5gS3Gu2cdazAFwjSEdgnKqCI-6eU3KspFJHp_KycX5qmGlSLQRCyi6EzBR0N3UHtosPR50vxGNL7wK1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj8wHH9O0FkpOelZlEp9c5iYIKP7l5__msHNmRdMvpPdIiA-BYtU9to9xdAhXCzITqVrXmFN38eNSbeg_f3bmQnndTk-euK-Ez1qOQYGby7RTSAh5gS3Gu2cdazAFwjSEdgnKqCI-6eU3KspFJHp_KycX5qmGlSLQRCyi6EzBR0N3UHtosPR50vxGNL7wK1" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj-fjdGON28fVQPA-6HFQ-AEU8_PlnyrjPIIkgMIobO1rB10XbwDUP8BAtwAFdV_cT9evV3RV2OWdz73oFhLgH2szbEoxIxFI-SFXmREtKPPQWOjXLyWkB7IhiRPhQuyD-_N8mvsR5rXUt9a9yPd4Zbmk9azr8sfcRNA0sZ1xxqT_u4Ei9Z1M_Uq8EeJOUw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj-fjdGON28fVQPA-6HFQ-AEU8_PlnyrjPIIkgMIobO1rB10XbwDUP8BAtwAFdV_cT9evV3RV2OWdz73oFhLgH2szbEoxIxFI-SFXmREtKPPQWOjXLyWkB7IhiRPhQuyD-_N8mvsR5rXUt9a9yPd4Zbmk9azr8sfcRNA0sZ1xxqT_u4Ei9Z1M_Uq8EeJOUw" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjn2-DlyJlz8iDJw5h5laVzTQoOWfMZ7zuaLpv13gsQMg6v_84RWrAkde7dl2i0yGLTksTTbFvHGa-qX8zZFtvzc_n2wowB_4BT371DW8J6673J9wcHXShaGO_9e4amFd7j1UwGzXgr3ulpNZ9NBIjQp6TKd6tjly5f10slDF07tx2UWCtl8uYYLzxyFrm7" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjn2-DlyJlz8iDJw5h5laVzTQoOWfMZ7zuaLpv13gsQMg6v_84RWrAkde7dl2i0yGLTksTTbFvHGa-qX8zZFtvzc_n2wowB_4BT371DW8J6673J9wcHXShaGO_9e4amFd7j1UwGzXgr3ulpNZ9NBIjQp6TKd6tjly5f10slDF07tx2UWCtl8uYYLzxyFrm7" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p>Longer legs tipped with feet slightly too large for her shoes. Larger
breasts. Broader...thicker....stronger.
Martine smiles. </p><p>"Mon dieu, ça a marché," she whispers, her voice a bit
different as well.
She crawls up to her feet and stands awkwardly. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjqfYvTIjDy4RiGdmOwTksneIBixZMZ-9eOXn46XmnOzsJL7cCLaTmQh7YhfSL3WI_tNxM0ZKpmI8z7weUDLJMtH_xPtH21r8j2kkOQ0RTqiSzc2ONFq4l84cGItuoHooTv5lLr6lwq3Oe1AQB0g3IpnDS4sKguDeNPgi7B-RbETtMYo__9UZqWD-aH7k5C" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjqfYvTIjDy4RiGdmOwTksneIBixZMZ-9eOXn46XmnOzsJL7cCLaTmQh7YhfSL3WI_tNxM0ZKpmI8z7weUDLJMtH_xPtH21r8j2kkOQ0RTqiSzc2ONFq4l84cGItuoHooTv5lLr6lwq3Oe1AQB0g3IpnDS4sKguDeNPgi7B-RbETtMYo__9UZqWD-aH7k5C=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>She feels like a toddler
walking for the first time. She takes a step, feels herself starting to
fall, and leans back against the wall. This process will take some
time, but she knows Vitale doesn't have much time left.
She remembers seeing Luciana being dragged away, hand missing and mouth
gaping. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjm9scT_37awUAhUWe4J5leBtWH0oIF-_yspX7UGxasVTk2n5ghjjcoObNREzhYWe4Kelz84cxgs3WNXDWyyJ2Ypvyui4qxrko0LTduLjItMf3nWZHZ7biWL7w4NjcFfffF_d7bgP1C9fMSWQRy7XQCORAeveRmNifNhWjAXht4M4vJcmViy2YAYpPw1aeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjm9scT_37awUAhUWe4J5leBtWH0oIF-_yspX7UGxasVTk2n5ghjjcoObNREzhYWe4Kelz84cxgs3WNXDWyyJ2Ypvyui4qxrko0LTduLjItMf3nWZHZ7biWL7w4NjcFfffF_d7bgP1C9fMSWQRy7XQCORAeveRmNifNhWjAXht4M4vJcmViy2YAYpPw1aeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"No...we do this now. Now before this madwoman changes her mind and has
us all killed." <br /></p><p>Martine draws in a breath, takes up her old clothes, and picks up the
Death Jewel Box not wanting to leave it behind. Even though it's dead,
it still holds many memories. </p><p>_______________</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgUB-w1COeavV24JJvoI7wqVYH82WZkphz0nQgesiHwkI5ESI-_Y8CO_od7Tw8L8qXsBHBkkbj-2zqhEC9ZwbNrxpuWOuGf54qvsKMpIQehpumyeophHVX-t7m9Nk47oQ1wuEWlS7Yu-nxdMeSS79GFDS1RpegqSBkrXEywekOi0cVXV-1-M-Fio5wwlGIg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgUB-w1COeavV24JJvoI7wqVYH82WZkphz0nQgesiHwkI5ESI-_Y8CO_od7Tw8L8qXsBHBkkbj-2zqhEC9ZwbNrxpuWOuGf54qvsKMpIQehpumyeophHVX-t7m9Nk47oQ1wuEWlS7Yu-nxdMeSS79GFDS1RpegqSBkrXEywekOi0cVXV-1-M-Fio5wwlGIg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhSMm-EwIdL7RC81-dBxXVE9K9GhLBdvtETrLC9E7s78n3vJ1AZcadbdL-hlW9R5pkOuiF8cFYiU5Hg0_p85e3W2QrZFLskrWnzbhQIyK_7CKFjM03bJs1v8ZxowqjjyIhio6bLDjP0ClhbpwiObVB8fGSGAPBbzERrtGdld665r4B1E_XQB6tCKLDg-DK2" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhSMm-EwIdL7RC81-dBxXVE9K9GhLBdvtETrLC9E7s78n3vJ1AZcadbdL-hlW9R5pkOuiF8cFYiU5Hg0_p85e3W2QrZFLskrWnzbhQIyK_7CKFjM03bJs1v8ZxowqjjyIhio6bLDjP0ClhbpwiObVB8fGSGAPBbzERrtGdld665r4B1E_XQB6tCKLDg-DK2" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /> <p></p><p><b>Libertà 01</b> </p><p>Martine growls out, "Shut up and keep following me, grunt," as they move
down the hall. </p><p> The grunt nods, but says nothing. It gasps with shock at the woman that
steps before them and Martine turns. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi2_RlQS3X15bD86CzgWDrY6w4UrhDsQvrEedZgMLP9jdbL2ZAY0wMHTETcqx909AgOhf2WYS_JL10LLEqbYNBCWqQThNkcB_sf9hn5kGXLgSI9U9YMUJSRjCMEGoYyRnp-zihMD4wGg5YT8gudeIwHfpK3ReHIorcts0VVKMZwE-4wC4pe-yZvnUtUftWX" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi2_RlQS3X15bD86CzgWDrY6w4UrhDsQvrEedZgMLP9jdbL2ZAY0wMHTETcqx909AgOhf2WYS_JL10LLEqbYNBCWqQThNkcB_sf9hn5kGXLgSI9U9YMUJSRjCMEGoYyRnp-zihMD4wGg5YT8gudeIwHfpK3ReHIorcts0VVKMZwE-4wC4pe-yZvnUtUftWX" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"Mar-teeeeeeen. A new look for you? Have we decided to play grown up?"
The crone laughs a wet laugh. Her skin is burnt on one side and looks a
bit like a melted candle. Her eyes are milky and she smells of decay. </p><p>"I am an adult, Louisa." She hate the way the crone says her name. </p><p> "And running about loose with him? What are we up to....Mar-teeeeeen?
Perhaps Elke would want to know? Or...Danuta? She loves to play with you
so much." A smile with missing teeth spreads over the crone's face. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEggL1hfwNuTJGavzBsW31BfOP3hlKqmF3uuT7Cpae___bPQOHkbw5ZfEu7FSSFMfzcRd4IbtF8Wv8i2a6cLTJzkdWsZ2lvP1eYv9ieGkUQrEGALJHA95eyzyge98QSQh94L0HMNIy1Wq3_HCMVW4RFBYqI_yvCDj_MBFO7HY1fS-r1C5O5Nk14Jcoz28fHJ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEggL1hfwNuTJGavzBsW31BfOP3hlKqmF3uuT7Cpae___bPQOHkbw5ZfEu7FSSFMfzcRd4IbtF8Wv8i2a6cLTJzkdWsZ2lvP1eYv9ieGkUQrEGALJHA95eyzyge98QSQh94L0HMNIy1Wq3_HCMVW4RFBYqI_yvCDj_MBFO7HY1fS-r1C5O5Nk14Jcoz28fHJ" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Martine thinks, then steps forward, grabs the old witch's shoulders, and
growls out, "Tomber. Tomber. La vieillesse vous tombe dessus et pourrit
votre langue, vos yeux, votre vie. Tombez dans l'obscurité la plus
profonde. Mine ennemie. Âme pourrie. Tomber!"
The last bits of energy she's gotten from her Death Jewel Box surges out
and into the crone. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh0hR4v1KTotEhAudzDEmnPBbkrIlm4r8qEvAxRl76bVtYmfljRbcNGTXVzaokXjumV6LZM1Yw7616Nhc3JyZTzqwszntQmI5ni-AMEbSUrdk67tNXq64zf2U0feWgMm1kq05KnuOABJdp_0t4-e3KYjpQTbSRWNMy5oBinMuXCF8xYE40L1C8B9VinalXN" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1086" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh0hR4v1KTotEhAudzDEmnPBbkrIlm4r8qEvAxRl76bVtYmfljRbcNGTXVzaokXjumV6LZM1Yw7616Nhc3JyZTzqwszntQmI5ni-AMEbSUrdk67tNXq64zf2U0feWgMm1kq05KnuOABJdp_0t4-e3KYjpQTbSRWNMy5oBinMuXCF8xYE40L1C8B9VinalXN" width="318" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>The two watch the crone trying to scream as her
eyes go wide and rot in her skull. Gelatinous goo dribbles from her eye
sockets and mouth as she crumples to the floor. The nasty smell gets
worse and worse as the old witch rots on the floor. </p><p>The grunt crosses himself. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjlMtEHNGidBqbme8PX1oPjbEsQxfIWaRn1QKX-thFk_YUxZobqEmOj5UwAbKv-UFrbsRqn7E0Q9oRO8kZ6MGnExveQCZiKHmKPn3G_V2TG2pvbGshTDh5_MEfvxZXN1wb61lmIvsoblOh8RA8vQCUSO6m9LfvtCvVbFq0ZqPVK1pgmZczadWAlVoBileRE" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjlMtEHNGidBqbme8PX1oPjbEsQxfIWaRn1QKX-thFk_YUxZobqEmOj5UwAbKv-UFrbsRqn7E0Q9oRO8kZ6MGnExveQCZiKHmKPn3G_V2TG2pvbGshTDh5_MEfvxZXN1wb61lmIvsoblOh8RA8vQCUSO6m9LfvtCvVbFq0ZqPVK1pgmZczadWAlVoBileRE" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Martine feels lightheaded, but is still standing. </p><p>"Come!" she shouts and
the two move down the hall as fast as they can. </p><p> </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgdSbCMK_k3EfhKdOZR4ZfF89YWyHhifl7yAX9Tou4YqWrfo1mgjJZXG1Vc3l05NU9hO3moBDCSAZqPqA5iEJ_lygALhWDZk0TEAIpNdsjFL763akmPewTcfSoOSgs4hJ65PcbsXYPXBVb28kFsOh5b3t-nhLkGMri1UqeKfFUlw72K_nvkfxEecUwLYw5Y" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgdSbCMK_k3EfhKdOZR4ZfF89YWyHhifl7yAX9Tou4YqWrfo1mgjJZXG1Vc3l05NU9hO3moBDCSAZqPqA5iEJ_lygALhWDZk0TEAIpNdsjFL763akmPewTcfSoOSgs4hJ65PcbsXYPXBVb28kFsOh5b3t-nhLkGMri1UqeKfFUlw72K_nvkfxEecUwLYw5Y=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><b>Libertà 02</b> </p><p>The grunt slides along the wall to hold itself up. The magic keeping it
moving is starting to fade. Its breathing is shallow and coughs make its
whole body tremble. </p><p>"Keep moving." Martine glances around making sure they are not being
followed. Doing this during the day wasn't a great idea, but hearing
Elke's screams of pain and rage seemed like the ideal distraction. "A
bit further." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhIj1nWX4RvqvXBwzg6ZBVPe_RkXn1YTniIMAjcEKy_jNav5_h7rqPmUUY3Lim4Ze7-661Dss48bs_xX670hT9-DwSAujYKJmWeSmGTaxkThrAKPchNpl93qrObgNYMoNqIzMe3pCaFHtUFVXQaAjMbTGDp_qSwnp_h4T3NsSy_Fci5e5dmPPZSSRjK8S4c" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhIj1nWX4RvqvXBwzg6ZBVPe_RkXn1YTniIMAjcEKy_jNav5_h7rqPmUUY3Lim4Ze7-661Dss48bs_xX670hT9-DwSAujYKJmWeSmGTaxkThrAKPchNpl93qrObgNYMoNqIzMe3pCaFHtUFVXQaAjMbTGDp_qSwnp_h4T3NsSy_Fci5e5dmPPZSSRjK8S4c" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgbrYWKOa96SL8ArDars8SDoyY7ZGVaEAjm1CXsxwTk6pS882hQSxo2GqbTCeLz8akBQdJi-O2auBHsJ5L3Esn2o98rTD5g4cnfYytLGElYE1mFzopl_IpyVvHOlsKnD5Ks-KQq_YiLJrDbDzX_rchYAr-kHz2OJxEE3unPgUWP-AbclRaTfuldshhMovlO" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgbrYWKOa96SL8ArDars8SDoyY7ZGVaEAjm1CXsxwTk6pS882hQSxo2GqbTCeLz8akBQdJi-O2auBHsJ5L3Esn2o98rTD5g4cnfYytLGElYE1mFzopl_IpyVvHOlsKnD5Ks-KQq_YiLJrDbDzX_rchYAr-kHz2OJxEE3unPgUWP-AbclRaTfuldshhMovlO=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>They start for the corner when another grunt appears. It's confused and
starts to ask what they are doing outside the house when a shower of
bullets riddles its face, neck, chest and groin. It is sent flying
backwards in a spray of blood. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjNVcXyRL-ay8NJxRaoRZd3wtUgeGJWRbUjdtVLtGI8o7ZhSNE6RNIfjkw2cHcafggspU4_ZYwtt_s6G5plyMjclmZhsgFUDKX8dkF9BXMO5P48w28GhpcR4W5HqXwZAwXykHTGzK4VWYudxHeqnhCIbhetMjTKO_XTf_-NTi0cO9ed5Urg1jKWyA1S7Fpe" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjNVcXyRL-ay8NJxRaoRZd3wtUgeGJWRbUjdtVLtGI8o7ZhSNE6RNIfjkw2cHcafggspU4_ZYwtt_s6G5plyMjclmZhsgFUDKX8dkF9BXMO5P48w28GhpcR4W5HqXwZAwXykHTGzK4VWYudxHeqnhCIbhetMjTKO_XTf_-NTi0cO9ed5Urg1jKWyA1S7Fpe" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhlNG8phHMTCx_THelUeZ8w7wx9fysIZkr_rWeNTHPzW7NtF_iSHkY7p88-0c98bHcro1aNT8W3oKNgGDFgxqaSWR72DQOvLq74k-WhYvDcCgEOgGA4FQcrz09KNFGr-5foZnu3qj5iLSsNGX0VkIktwHhQ43AzeEanZ3DvjGrgxhtuW1Igfbpqxk5aS2Pt" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhlNG8phHMTCx_THelUeZ8w7wx9fysIZkr_rWeNTHPzW7NtF_iSHkY7p88-0c98bHcro1aNT8W3oKNgGDFgxqaSWR72DQOvLq74k-WhYvDcCgEOgGA4FQcrz09KNFGr-5foZnu3qj5iLSsNGX0VkIktwHhQ43AzeEanZ3DvjGrgxhtuW1Igfbpqxk5aS2Pt=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /> <p></p><p>The grunt with Martine falls back against the wall and gasps out,
"Not...working...anymore...." as he clutches his belly. </p><p> Martine pulls the mask off. "I'm surprised the potion I put in the mask
kept you going for this long." </p><p>Vitale pants, his face a mask of pain and fatigue. "Magic...potion...?"
He shakes his head.
Martine doesn't have time to explain. </p><p>"We just need to get past the
gate. The car is just there. We go now. Before they find him. You will
make it?" </p><p>Vitale nods and coughs. "Let's go." </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhNNm1EcvoJgA5tVheTjqAe4GxFtV41c8XwrK0ZtwC5_evnhRPqkhz0MQBfksoJboOKopVqhXVu2zPtdyMZqIq9ocKHA8kTmJm6qsmgYJ8AXbBijxheIn-DsenTCcN2QzXvzlM5Frkc7XNFMDMOmvwbuxLi4jf5oRcXjs_5vSE_LaOmoUdJFqKtyJm6C0RZ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhNNm1EcvoJgA5tVheTjqAe4GxFtV41c8XwrK0ZtwC5_evnhRPqkhz0MQBfksoJboOKopVqhXVu2zPtdyMZqIq9ocKHA8kTmJm6qsmgYJ8AXbBijxheIn-DsenTCcN2QzXvzlM5Frkc7XNFMDMOmvwbuxLi4jf5oRcXjs_5vSE_LaOmoUdJFqKtyJm6C0RZ=w400-h300" width="400" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjDh-ClgcVQAGbH94Sm4fgcJYGL_AF4zdGDifx5_mEKupH6kBYdVhXHkXPWIT7Yv4nQa28dtxIICHHBWh1-ctUUj-zqRaVgal6bZh3rZ8SqfEKgbKcz0Cqmjw4AHHI6wEpvCCSbwcQietYjuA8cTqIAWW1UgC2DtTt3h_dnSdgyFndOI6n31wArd-fXSyou" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjDh-ClgcVQAGbH94Sm4fgcJYGL_AF4zdGDifx5_mEKupH6kBYdVhXHkXPWIT7Yv4nQa28dtxIICHHBWh1-ctUUj-zqRaVgal6bZh3rZ8SqfEKgbKcz0Cqmjw4AHHI6wEpvCCSbwcQietYjuA8cTqIAWW1UgC2DtTt3h_dnSdgyFndOI6n31wArd-fXSyou" width="320" /></a></div></div><br /><br /><p></p><p>_________________________</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>malcoJOJOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12362522805988503279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8386728540021864055.post-59431028638553475482024-03-05T16:43:00.000-08:002024-03-06T11:15:55.510-08:00The Italy Crossover - 2022 - PART 10 - Lost Hopes<p><b> </b></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgwb0Ffk02oIt0eEjXsH_UCBfyZGqA3Qs55WeCou733MaYSc6iuttu6NjhI-sYV8i6uXloHLQIHy4kelTmGKfzj9vvaI2uaueQ1FS9i-LBNCP6RRlEIbB0m7TvWmyXO85Jsefx3aZgy7P-vi4sxdw9FYcgLCXG5fQqqjt8YVebAEJO-chHEKv68zY6devcg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgwb0Ffk02oIt0eEjXsH_UCBfyZGqA3Qs55WeCou733MaYSc6iuttu6NjhI-sYV8i6uXloHLQIHy4kelTmGKfzj9vvaI2uaueQ1FS9i-LBNCP6RRlEIbB0m7TvWmyXO85Jsefx3aZgy7P-vi4sxdw9FYcgLCXG5fQqqjt8YVebAEJO-chHEKv68zY6devcg=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><b> </b><p></p><p><b>Olivia Moore's mysterious warlock motions for Fortuna to follow</b>, but
she stops and falls back against the wall. </p><p> "Hey...you ok?" </p><p><br /> </p><p>Fortuna raises her hand and stares just above it as a strong vision
fills her head. Her eyes are bright and wide as she stares upwards at
the scene. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgvxuBKc_TXZMobUdNyrCbn5Rr_k0WVgZpIbYFdKQqOIQEUrrNTHp40gbJgh5qI8YgaUCHAnV7Qx5w7spmFM14OhY1wkUd7egfJ137G0i79R4_1U-QIlVNII_V5EWxMAF1_HsKA_18vm3n42ofzUZtyD0ok2XwT3vLWIkIlqmUZ6xWJkI-rbsRZy27NJHZd" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1086" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgvxuBKc_TXZMobUdNyrCbn5Rr_k0WVgZpIbYFdKQqOIQEUrrNTHp40gbJgh5qI8YgaUCHAnV7Qx5w7spmFM14OhY1wkUd7egfJ137G0i79R4_1U-QIlVNII_V5EWxMAF1_HsKA_18vm3n42ofzUZtyD0ok2XwT3vLWIkIlqmUZ6xWJkI-rbsRZy27NJHZd" width="318" /></a></div> <p></p><p>A man...the man. Angela's husband, the policeman. Hurt. Violence. </p><p>The
thinning veil. </p><p>The White Death. </p><p>Outside of the
City....down...dark...below.... </p><p>Fortuna draws in a breath. </p><p> </p><p> <br /></p><p>"We need to go NOW, Fortuna." The man stares out to the street, then
looks back at Fortuna as she starts to sob. </p><p>"I need to make a call. It's urgent." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhYhyHR8I9qmOQWdjzL-vcAP0unxLxS28iyvcQJMafI8O4EV_o9ug1cNV5BpeCRhM1XCmTmVscbvWscs4ojsesoSX1TrSjC3ezLtVe6WXipl1QFM7V9zWeIJGP3iJ6BPM0Ja7VP6nCBdEuzZoWA7ED1sBBVUHKftQl4tWyR6HMcYIMiTUBLOp6dzgWTBQwW" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhYhyHR8I9qmOQWdjzL-vcAP0unxLxS28iyvcQJMafI8O4EV_o9ug1cNV5BpeCRhM1XCmTmVscbvWscs4ojsesoSX1TrSjC3ezLtVe6WXipl1QFM7V9zWeIJGP3iJ6BPM0Ja7VP6nCBdEuzZoWA7ED1sBBVUHKftQl4tWyR6HMcYIMiTUBLOp6dzgWTBQwW" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>The man barks out, "If you follow me...and we can get out of this death
trap of an ally before the big blonde bitch comes stomping at us, I'll
let you make all the calls you want from my car. Please...let's GO." </p><p>Fortuna nods and follows. </p><p><br />The man thinks, "Jesus...like Tampere all over again..." and heads for
his car.<br />_________________</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhvteAPMVgmcaKBGl41Ctgsw060y40YPNnbmrw_RZUxWgFQR8hn9LHW-MvGIAsXT7z2CBzIdEeqG_0heW1y2MNcKx8e4gpsRNzoqlQD1uGp2JjdQqvn_jOJJfsSU9gz1tUko5gFJtvm6s6ApkmXIbU0j-D61CwvXHPdNzTPMPdtt0v-HWjz-1Ez6Q2T2bXD" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhvteAPMVgmcaKBGl41Ctgsw060y40YPNnbmrw_RZUxWgFQR8hn9LHW-MvGIAsXT7z2CBzIdEeqG_0heW1y2MNcKx8e4gpsRNzoqlQD1uGp2JjdQqvn_jOJJfsSU9gz1tUko5gFJtvm6s6ApkmXIbU0j-D61CwvXHPdNzTPMPdtt0v-HWjz-1Ez6Q2T2bXD=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p><b>Vanda and Fabrizia are stunned. </b> </p><p>Fabrizia starts to say something, but no
words come. </p><p>Mr. Morelli was directly involved with their aunt's death. It was
official. </p><p>Jennifer was sobbing when she left them, but she had to tell
the twins in person. </p><p> Fabrizia and Vanda were devastated. </p><p>_______________________</p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEii3EWbUuEJ8l7BSBvzc4QjmtYNlLiEUD7uhk4fOTE3KEFeVlgQYbJWpxJ-pPkcZhE-EpcxOc1dMjCteazKWr777Klm9WIF8UisEmPP-VjLQdzX4lrca7vVPaMPoSdv3NI0T4uPNBqz4SGvVF5kd23cvNSYWD-wxfwdaSAVCB2280qB5D2YNALfVyrtC4TK" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEii3EWbUuEJ8l7BSBvzc4QjmtYNlLiEUD7uhk4fOTE3KEFeVlgQYbJWpxJ-pPkcZhE-EpcxOc1dMjCteazKWr777Klm9WIF8UisEmPP-VjLQdzX4lrca7vVPaMPoSdv3NI0T4uPNBqz4SGvVF5kd23cvNSYWD-wxfwdaSAVCB2280qB5D2YNALfVyrtC4TK" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><b>Madame Rosetti speaks, but her voice is young and vibrant</b>, not the old
woman she was. </p><p>"Your husband is alive, but gravely injured. Somewhere on the coast.
He's fighting. Fighting so hard. And so sad. He's reaching out to you
for strength. You need to remain positive. Open to him. He's fighting so
hard to get back to you." </p><p>A man barks something at her. </p><p>"I have to go.
I'll call again soon!" </p><p>"Madame Rosetti!?! Madame Rosetti?!?" Angela stares at her phone
blankly. </p><p>Days of sleepless night and unanswered prayers are taking its toll, but
the call pushed her right over the edge. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhUCpfIPyAEVyvdBf46xl2DzTdXM1F_pKoowyDGf7XQMjbzj1Cdf-JJ4HfEzPCpHKzXogtYHo8ii63Ifvd_CEbmUdkGbLJcgyLL0yAolbe5xto2q7_EkId5UT-BbAol44pv7QGuoWox1J7--a_DhpcyNj_TqxuWZ8fBhYJUfE9Z20Js95biR0bgl8fE239b" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhUCpfIPyAEVyvdBf46xl2DzTdXM1F_pKoowyDGf7XQMjbzj1Cdf-JJ4HfEzPCpHKzXogtYHo8ii63Ifvd_CEbmUdkGbLJcgyLL0yAolbe5xto2q7_EkId5UT-BbAol44pv7QGuoWox1J7--a_DhpcyNj_TqxuWZ8fBhYJUfE9Z20Js95biR0bgl8fE239b" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Her hands shake. She feels
light headed. Her fingers fumble over the phone for the speed dial
number Chief Trevisan put in, but she can't lift the phone to her ear. </p><p> "Angela?" His voice sounds small and worried as it squeaks from the
phone's ear speaker. </p><p>"Angelo is alive. He's on the coast. He....." </p><p>"Angela are you in his office? I'll come to you. You sound..." </p><p>The phone
hits the floor and the Chief's small voice can be heard. </p><p>"Angela?
ANGELA?!" </p><p>Angela lays passed out on the floor. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg7pWnu1uTaMBUJtt4I5RnlDXs9fnN88kBjAFOrIXNZJUrcOWj56Mx2amJxBR-_Er0Vd5oRXeIMVqJY3-ITcH_tewO90tbcF6D4hrpybEKprA6nVK75_dRe7LkSBzBvWnei__j4Kez6OyDLhD-srgVz3IU3_50XWngXTvusDZ3-Jx7jYgv4pCkoAcY1mVAv" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg7pWnu1uTaMBUJtt4I5RnlDXs9fnN88kBjAFOrIXNZJUrcOWj56Mx2amJxBR-_Er0Vd5oRXeIMVqJY3-ITcH_tewO90tbcF6D4hrpybEKprA6nVK75_dRe7LkSBzBvWnei__j4Kez6OyDLhD-srgVz3IU3_50XWngXTvusDZ3-Jx7jYgv4pCkoAcY1mVAv=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div>__________________<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjaiWPpHcoEgZpDFMHLvg6fLSuYx8I-vW0sub3BWu-FlujM_al9hBN-z04eup-KZD37QDcEQxpODd2F5cSoa5L3encib4oj1l5WUxhYzcMdVHdo8G5nz-uv0CtDm1laqSyOLHWM7qz-SBj8UGgFlosNkNBtBLwAIPVL_0gLPIOlAq7boWYyTminAtBfOoOf" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjaiWPpHcoEgZpDFMHLvg6fLSuYx8I-vW0sub3BWu-FlujM_al9hBN-z04eup-KZD37QDcEQxpODd2F5cSoa5L3encib4oj1l5WUxhYzcMdVHdo8G5nz-uv0CtDm1laqSyOLHWM7qz-SBj8UGgFlosNkNBtBLwAIPVL_0gLPIOlAq7boWYyTminAtBfOoOf" width="240" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p><b>Curious Cat 01</b> </p><p>Martine checks on Vitale and finds little change in his condition. She
moves out of the room quickly, slips through the halls of the old house,
and circles back to Elke's little meeting room.
She moves to the table and looks over the documents there. </p><p>Many have
Detective Vitale's name on them. Some have the names of the dead
detectives. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiWx0O2XJgubxwjUE3BGjJ_9JY1tdE1dTE_YH1DWuqY5C7B6y5lW_w4LjxEYFKMWf5vntvac3-H9LJ-7yT0xxbW8kRUV1iKY35Qwgbxf42pvROdMm1G8b6voqwM_UypONm5iGbIEqMKdAKDpEgQn1Ytd5Ekld0kFgbcn666rTAhoGK-hVSO9TbOF0LX3eIK" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiWx0O2XJgubxwjUE3BGjJ_9JY1tdE1dTE_YH1DWuqY5C7B6y5lW_w4LjxEYFKMWf5vntvac3-H9LJ-7yT0xxbW8kRUV1iKY35Qwgbxf42pvROdMm1G8b6voqwM_UypONm5iGbIEqMKdAKDpEgQn1Ytd5Ekld0kFgbcn666rTAhoGK-hVSO9TbOF0LX3eIK" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"Daniele Villanueva...Detective Chelsea Bruni..." she whispers, scanning
the files. </p><p>There's a map of South America and another of North America.
Marine scans another document - handwritten in Elke's hand. </p><p>"Olivia
Moore?" Martine shakes her head. "Just more and more heat for us.
This...." </p><p>She stops when she hears someone...or something...moving down
the back stairs. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjk0fbySes-EAhREmIakm2Ag8VnfypIYjOo6U5K2cOgvhrYqNReGun_wMHxMZxvYhuBS5nZjzkKbEiG_0d1O_TiUvTCugCWLmSVCEmBC6biTwUkiiAK9CxvH7JpD1ogI0ef25yot51ny4xzYEHIXTH3FRZnswlXFrgb6UdBs2t3QxAcpBTC5ZOb-I728OmD" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjk0fbySes-EAhREmIakm2Ag8VnfypIYjOo6U5K2cOgvhrYqNReGun_wMHxMZxvYhuBS5nZjzkKbEiG_0d1O_TiUvTCugCWLmSVCEmBC6biTwUkiiAK9CxvH7JpD1ogI0ef25yot51ny4xzYEHIXTH3FRZnswlXFrgb6UdBs2t3QxAcpBTC5ZOb-I728OmD" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"Shit..."
She makes a break for the opposite door. She needs to get back to
Vitale's room.</p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjMfjnEeUPxF-ld9LyevTNbB0aYrJveoAvxPnJIxhDePPfw9QzCRp0s3iR-YmfECreXy1OSkwWD3VTf6qD6lVqqOAECNx9vef5UZGFwjpdeJOAgGSpR1_9p3KHaN_IPfogUFsoX_yWZ2Dj5vvBsgFlJ6CqjFiN5WhEsLeoe-8Cz1RxzE76Fo2QPjRlQLEx0" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjMfjnEeUPxF-ld9LyevTNbB0aYrJveoAvxPnJIxhDePPfw9QzCRp0s3iR-YmfECreXy1OSkwWD3VTf6qD6lVqqOAECNx9vef5UZGFwjpdeJOAgGSpR1_9p3KHaN_IPfogUFsoX_yWZ2Dj5vvBsgFlJ6CqjFiN5WhEsLeoe-8Cz1RxzE76Fo2QPjRlQLEx0=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p> </p><p><b>Curious Cat 02 </b> </p><p>Danuta stomps forward pushing Martine back into the room. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiEyocDev5QHytDlibjDaAfrJ3bTfqm95RUycXDkKc_Xr9XEC23OUBayJe6GlQBtl8TffKP2qyDKutBEeSl9OIsYEQbkJFW1-2r5g9ej3Jvcs977CF25ZvKDhvYKH-uaKI1_WPRttfKPUSaXHLdSOkzNDknuVyXZMHWfM8XEy_8OVH9SMvdety8N3HxhM2a" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiEyocDev5QHytDlibjDaAfrJ3bTfqm95RUycXDkKc_Xr9XEC23OUBayJe6GlQBtl8TffKP2qyDKutBEeSl9OIsYEQbkJFW1-2r5g9ej3Jvcs977CF25ZvKDhvYKH-uaKI1_WPRttfKPUSaXHLdSOkzNDknuVyXZMHWfM8XEy_8OVH9SMvdety8N3HxhM2a" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"Well well
well...this isn't the detective's room now is it?" She smirks.
"Curiosity killed the cat, Cousineau." </p><p> Martine starts chanting something, her eyes focused on Danuta's. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjGRfoHioQf3rrrmNz8cs5epxHCrsKD8ADOBtpRVWcqR-28e529X8lbG1m5LL0iefT_idBZTmbDHJTiHkEoHqCYd3-qHWjTKO1hgBC8qxRODOeTIF_WNjk32DsTeKEFfSwqAhLppAO0B1tuifMEw_yZWVNfecsJmFwAbRIwCB06aDetpoir9f2a3vT2Ivro" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjGRfoHioQf3rrrmNz8cs5epxHCrsKD8ADOBtpRVWcqR-28e529X8lbG1m5LL0iefT_idBZTmbDHJTiHkEoHqCYd3-qHWjTKO1hgBC8qxRODOeTIF_WNjk32DsTeKEFfSwqAhLppAO0B1tuifMEw_yZWVNfecsJmFwAbRIwCB06aDetpoir9f2a3vT2Ivro=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhobYXtkcrTCR5Ve7V1hSEkMdDubMsf7gIXC9zeeVfqFdK6wwR5DUgahecxHCe3cMV3Xq58I3UNFKuwgSb-4qCbZ-o4IrdpMDoaDBh_exJTcxaMOvWmD6wp8J_dNy6ANfnLh1Ta4alxdeL0F1HdBJoSKyVFkM07aT7kyDmJJhKrLG0lFAsUT96h-Pd51mH3" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhobYXtkcrTCR5Ve7V1hSEkMdDubMsf7gIXC9zeeVfqFdK6wwR5DUgahecxHCe3cMV3Xq58I3UNFKuwgSb-4qCbZ-o4IrdpMDoaDBh_exJTcxaMOvWmD6wp8J_dNy6ANfnLh1Ta4alxdeL0F1HdBJoSKyVFkM07aT7kyDmJJhKrLG0lFAsUT96h-Pd51mH3" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Danuta grips Martine's shirt and shoves her back against the table. </p><p>"Are
you F^CKING KIDDING ME?" She laughs. "None of your freak magic tricks
or I'll send you right back to Hell." </p><p>Martine gasps and tries to shove away. "OK! OK! Let me go! Laisse-moi
partir putain, salope d'amazone!" </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhi6Kc7k_9YzEcinXt1WkyyULx20aCJIn0sDOkLH5tvXZ1-XehTfURB-3CwBHJKX5T3kbeEnZuzTNi8I2bphCu1GIUcVJ4I9SBsDG33Hykesl9lWbqdWb7nUcP9HjS7qunVRswCEUvlUBBvfC9lDOwMA98-81GqvWP4lvvaVpn3jOviXKQV57NmSo1dLR_g" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhi6Kc7k_9YzEcinXt1WkyyULx20aCJIn0sDOkLH5tvXZ1-XehTfURB-3CwBHJKX5T3kbeEnZuzTNi8I2bphCu1GIUcVJ4I9SBsDG33Hykesl9lWbqdWb7nUcP9HjS7qunVRswCEUvlUBBvfC9lDOwMA98-81GqvWP4lvvaVpn3jOviXKQV57NmSo1dLR_g" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"Flattery will get you nowhere." Danuta lets her go and waits for her to
adjust herself. "Do we have a problem here? Anything you want to
discuss, Martine? Besides the creepy fact that you hide in this....teen
girl body." Danuta smirks. </p><p>Martine says nothing. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhAle_D7ps-BEXyRmS_MycXZ7Znkt-B7V-tmQ4pQ7I-GTbjOrrv5eWy9HDGeMVa-VMiQUh67i4DnmVQZ7UFAy4fiDVt0h5uLMEitTjyU-rcXXyvjJBQ8-kDmmc-h0Dcsu1ta7f2kH0736aNlfD3c8wJqWOFLVIT9ucYRp2szkBxAtDEr323MVPd3OavOhBX" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhAle_D7ps-BEXyRmS_MycXZ7Znkt-B7V-tmQ4pQ7I-GTbjOrrv5eWy9HDGeMVa-VMiQUh67i4DnmVQZ7UFAy4fiDVt0h5uLMEitTjyU-rcXXyvjJBQ8-kDmmc-h0Dcsu1ta7f2kH0736aNlfD3c8wJqWOFLVIT9ucYRp2szkBxAtDEr323MVPd3OavOhBX" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"Whatever...that's your kink...or whatever the hell it is." Danuta
stares. "We are still on the same page, yes? Oui?" She grins. </p><p>"Yes! You know I'm loyal to Morte Bianca. I always have been, you
beast." Martine frowns. </p><p>"Good girl. Why don't you run back to your patient and leave the
document reading to the adults. Off you go. Scoot!" </p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhkYg_0vrCy43nOZoP0Bv2fg5tIXVGnTR2XSxJKDmnms7jaV2ylC3DM116oHo_1qH3VY3hllhEiAGt1ZwuM3cgSlbltFdLMBxrrsw3kzNkkvNQYosdgXEB-fKb_NpLBGx1MvLLoAjj5Nwishi8M9xuUeCHCMFQwN07QqbVdSRQBpq4Spq-L-USCBFTuctmC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhkYg_0vrCy43nOZoP0Bv2fg5tIXVGnTR2XSxJKDmnms7jaV2ylC3DM116oHo_1qH3VY3hllhEiAGt1ZwuM3cgSlbltFdLMBxrrsw3kzNkkvNQYosdgXEB-fKb_NpLBGx1MvLLoAjj5Nwishi8M9xuUeCHCMFQwN07QqbVdSRQBpq4Spq-L-USCBFTuctmC=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Martine turns and heads for the door and Danuta gives her backside a
hard slap. </p><p>Martine makes her hands into fists and leaves - furious. </p><p>"Little freak." Danuta stares on and whispers, "I think it may be time
for Morte Bianca to lay down the law." Her brow furrows. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhp1TUaL4zZflaVA7ZjG02lhZYYwr-i13oN4E-sNcKvQ_NiW3iA37jCT1Z6rGyNDJd5sF8ir5s7-dBFaiqjL3Gd7tbzLRJ2wIxt-SmWjoSeu1P9x8HDckJVxgebh_zf5pmiaPJJqvzCODq7REl6m6WJzTeDdg9QnD7DALX3F2MJRxH670HAydAVwvph2n_n" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhp1TUaL4zZflaVA7ZjG02lhZYYwr-i13oN4E-sNcKvQ_NiW3iA37jCT1Z6rGyNDJd5sF8ir5s7-dBFaiqjL3Gd7tbzLRJ2wIxt-SmWjoSeu1P9x8HDckJVxgebh_zf5pmiaPJJqvzCODq7REl6m6WJzTeDdg9QnD7DALX3F2MJRxH670HAydAVwvph2n_n" width="320" /></a></div><br /><b>Inner Circle ⭕️
</b> <p></p><p>Elke and Dunuta slip outside together. <br /></p><p>Danuta has made sure that she is
by Elke's side as much as possible. She wants to be remembered as the
one who is there to call on when needed. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhO3lXmPRj6Aewp6DN2Yx4CXfhFE3qGHE1csL8q86SY39avHzyvooKmRT2sdH_-W014Qyh2XV0LEA9DqF5rBND0DDM_jAw14smx1-Y6_7K9be2Jmuh1H84SWUEI7U2-NvSzkgPuk8Aazvc9A0ngy1RRJU-AcDy6IpmMsPiyoQODmGKA9c9pAyQZVVKWeh78" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1086" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhO3lXmPRj6Aewp6DN2Yx4CXfhFE3qGHE1csL8q86SY39avHzyvooKmRT2sdH_-W014Qyh2XV0LEA9DqF5rBND0DDM_jAw14smx1-Y6_7K9be2Jmuh1H84SWUEI7U2-NvSzkgPuk8Aazvc9A0ngy1RRJU-AcDy6IpmMsPiyoQODmGKA9c9pAyQZVVKWeh78" width="318" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"Luciana is resting at the bottom of the Tyrrhenian Sea now. Martine is
taking care of the detective." Danuta thinks. "She's been poking around.
I found her looking at the documents and photos in The Room." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiUekaXy1kVw_CGbF0gh3es9Wi9OZW28OAJa8tfZa2pDwsgicYRtRTbS60Fwj5FwUv-2Wu8xv9r6pMTNht3Rg6huxm4XzWnEMYmtvFYzS7XdFnoDk1UfvU6bJlR9Z7KJpt7BxRphciFhR3ctVYoskHnlwZR-HsLXKPmYMauApyWUuSbsshqSd1kks95Z47h" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiUekaXy1kVw_CGbF0gh3es9Wi9OZW28OAJa8tfZa2pDwsgicYRtRTbS60Fwj5FwUv-2Wu8xv9r6pMTNht3Rg6huxm4XzWnEMYmtvFYzS7XdFnoDk1UfvU6bJlR9Z7KJpt7BxRphciFhR3ctVYoskHnlwZR-HsLXKPmYMauApyWUuSbsshqSd1kks95Z47h" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Elke looks far away - lost in thoughts kept to herself. </p><p>Danuta looks at Elke. "Should I...bring her to you?" Danuta waits a
beat, then looks away again. </p><p>The two stand in silence for a long while. </p><p>Elke looks up. "I want you to make contact with Bruni. She needs to let
me know just how many locks are left and where they are. This week.
Period. Once we have that information, You and I will start our
work...to UN-lock them." Elke looks up at the setting sun. "Martine keeps
the detective alive and well enough to travel. After that, she too can
explore the bottom of the Tyrrhenian Sea. Esmerelda, Jean-Paul, and
Lucian as well along with the remaining zombies." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjAGwwT7WCMpZzCjGAwVxIA88kAF1QZQRc2foL6Zy__3P8X_453_VFPx03IUpViDUQODO4RWZvhm8NgFWcyrwWubexlItNJ7yLU8yZ3qHjmfy0-L3IUslgE4TdZ0HKNBUHP6WJ428HmkzpHC4jZkaoNgXAciCi8k61xyYNNdpFyTivACRI3OR-M33iOxh9p" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1086" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjAGwwT7WCMpZzCjGAwVxIA88kAF1QZQRc2foL6Zy__3P8X_453_VFPx03IUpViDUQODO4RWZvhm8NgFWcyrwWubexlItNJ7yLU8yZ3qHjmfy0-L3IUslgE4TdZ0HKNBUHP6WJ428HmkzpHC4jZkaoNgXAciCi8k61xyYNNdpFyTivACRI3OR-M33iOxh9p" width="318" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Danuta nods. "Understood." </p><p>"I want you to start looking at our path to the United States as well.
The three locations in South America and the others in the US where you
and I will be staying. I'd like your opinion on them." </p><p>"Yes...Elke." Danuta waits to be corrected, but nothing more is said. A
smile crosses her face. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgWIwwT7POnO2zZHR2yB5cUMfMRdq0aYatX5xmttOh8BowOJtA_BWJeWlya6HryMXpMrVSWMVVgmquhBq9jqvD7R7TxzG7CeK-KtwdPafFJ24dUKB2OvA5JSoxFJ3yWxurrEW5bpgWWRzOxT3hU-xOFqpecyVXEoS5GjR60tO1nYPizoBvbitcZNngBAF70" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgWIwwT7POnO2zZHR2yB5cUMfMRdq0aYatX5xmttOh8BowOJtA_BWJeWlya6HryMXpMrVSWMVVgmquhBq9jqvD7R7TxzG7CeK-KtwdPafFJ24dUKB2OvA5JSoxFJ3yWxurrEW5bpgWWRzOxT3hU-xOFqpecyVXEoS5GjR60tO1nYPizoBvbitcZNngBAF70=w400-h300" width="400" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><b>Vitale stirs and his eyes flutter open. </b>The throbbing pains in his side
warn him not to move too much.
Some sort of pot simmers and sends a floral and spiced scented vapor
into the room.
His dreams were plagued with insane images. <p></p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi_kWHfkboh8_vmXlmnd7A_4Ekcxl1Ck4YCr0ebkcX6tYHJb66-AUeVu7HxR9U0fjZEv695O_5RJRAkqFy-2Qj3qNmwaT3vvXpIm1upvpV6zp1rZ0HhkDONxQiQPenXTQJ2BzV9wOFxHK3f31IrkjSJoVqX_fK2m4krhH-AbKaI89MzaF49kGc4FcUnVEAh" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi_kWHfkboh8_vmXlmnd7A_4Ekcxl1Ck4YCr0ebkcX6tYHJb66-AUeVu7HxR9U0fjZEv695O_5RJRAkqFy-2Qj3qNmwaT3vvXpIm1upvpV6zp1rZ0HhkDONxQiQPenXTQJ2BzV9wOFxHK3f31IrkjSJoVqX_fK2m4krhH-AbKaI89MzaF49kGc4FcUnVEAh" width="240" /></a></div> Demons, ghosts...and
witches. <p></p><p>His thoughts grind away from dreams into the reality of the
situation. </p><p>Segreto and Zampa...dead. Brutally murdered. </p><p>His teeth
clench. </p><p>He hears footsteps and looks towards the door. </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj0PCrnBkqnawgJEhN4flfxC6OjZ_01pTTcCsXM-G8UjbC1_h2AF5FLLpv84pyemGwI6LS30wNV-xJetTYjYC9bBJA7lIooCgBWSoMaPBAHkabz560L7EWXadSUObx4EGeZJ-fGayEg2s5e_zJtcGpfv68RY2iJ7Dab7nLLawaZ5XnD1mHg4e7i5-uAT_vk" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj0PCrnBkqnawgJEhN4flfxC6OjZ_01pTTcCsXM-G8UjbC1_h2AF5FLLpv84pyemGwI6LS30wNV-xJetTYjYC9bBJA7lIooCgBWSoMaPBAHkabz560L7EWXadSUObx4EGeZJ-fGayEg2s5e_zJtcGpfv68RY2iJ7Dab7nLLawaZ5XnD1mHg4e7i5-uAT_vk=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div> <p></p><p>A small girl walks towards the bed. What was she - 16? 17? She pours
more liquid into the vapor pot, then sits on the bed. </p><p> "How are you feeling?" </p><p>French. He makes note of it. </p><p>"I want to leave." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgwFUwFcgcOVgXPaOPd5gFYIapiPGHPpfToxX-1lMQoSVaLj_tBSX6ru1LAjnbBq1r37emK9N1uWErM3Ks_nSOFy5FUwSQzGs7sG3lOOs5lnqrccWIC1O7ysHCGnAjJL2tjyqxxGXVcX-sQbSwe447Hg0OXgtJUPvokMlO4fyAouCqgGZ0HkwZZPWl41ZKH" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgwFUwFcgcOVgXPaOPd5gFYIapiPGHPpfToxX-1lMQoSVaLj_tBSX6ru1LAjnbBq1r37emK9N1uWErM3Ks_nSOFy5FUwSQzGs7sG3lOOs5lnqrccWIC1O7ysHCGnAjJL2tjyqxxGXVcX-sQbSwe447Hg0OXgtJUPvokMlO4fyAouCqgGZ0HkwZZPWl41ZKH=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>She looks down at him. "And you will. You just need to be well enough to
travel. Tomorrow. Maybe the day after." She pauses, then whispers,
"Your friends were supposed to go with you. You were all supposed to go
free. That was the plan. I was not involved. I had nothing to do with
it."
She sounds disgusted and sad. </p><p>He doesn't care. "But, you'll still hang
for it if you don't get me out of here. I don't want to have...an
accident...like the others." He thinks, then says, "Can you get me out?
If you do, I'll do what I can to protect you. See to it that you don't
hang like the others will." </p><p>Martine looks worried. She wrings her hands. "Say nothing more. I'll be
back." </p><p>Vitale watches her go and hopes that his gambit works.<br /> </p><p>––––––––––––</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh5bzBvbaDI0cleSDGizT3MZwZIfxQdpJKBKUxfQZn0YsgmArqymmHnRmRwTk0ZdahnS0DyQkLPaFas6Xl3VY_3lx3P0oQFwpc9qI5mO5hx021QTFQT-I82uzPu1sD-eDeCKLLDF-TyqwaA7HwP3rh8Sgp-RneydC-csgOXaacKo8tPLrmsoXiCK-WXq8yn" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh5bzBvbaDI0cleSDGizT3MZwZIfxQdpJKBKUxfQZn0YsgmArqymmHnRmRwTk0ZdahnS0DyQkLPaFas6Xl3VY_3lx3P0oQFwpc9qI5mO5hx021QTFQT-I82uzPu1sD-eDeCKLLDF-TyqwaA7HwP3rh8Sgp-RneydC-csgOXaacKo8tPLrmsoXiCK-WXq8yn=w640-h640" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p><b>Elke asks Danuta to leave her in the room for a moment </b>and Danuta bows
her head and exits, shutting the door behind herself. </p><p>A smile crosses Elke's face as she reaches out. Excitement and passions
build in her as she reaches out for the lovely agent again. (Andreea)</p><p>The blonde
hair. The mind full of strict guidelines and ways to be. The playground
for Elke's cruel pushes and visions. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhXqapgQ9dJi_Il9TbRZ4LkvHIfx0dgNJwxQj1wfR0WgqEIwQ86H2SWLbkQKI8Qp1mrHmkP_Xo1h5OY_LTKeoPbOnoQMbvZLsHNkh3TkN-xZbtQHRMK-04vldSzOiNxqez-AS42FhIDVuW0Fu3FmpvpSagNjRmmGkfed55ugXLTnAQFA19vAevffsuy4PNU" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhXqapgQ9dJi_Il9TbRZ4LkvHIfx0dgNJwxQj1wfR0WgqEIwQ86H2SWLbkQKI8Qp1mrHmkP_Xo1h5OY_LTKeoPbOnoQMbvZLsHNkh3TkN-xZbtQHRMK-04vldSzOiNxqez-AS42FhIDVuW0Fu3FmpvpSagNjRmmGkfed55ugXLTnAQFA19vAevffsuy4PNU" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Elke lifts her hands and stretches out to the ether searching for the
thin threads that connect her to the lovely agent. Her heart races. This
was her release. Her lustful pleasure. </p><p>Elke focuses harder and the
threads appear in her mind. </p><p>"There you are, lovely agent....."
Elke follows the threads and focuses on the nightmare visions she wants
to push into the agent's mind, but when she reaches
her....no...something is wrong. </p><p>Elke pushes harder. Control. She pushes and reaches...but something
blocks the path. </p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhQEDOl2SS2OSxZUmsPXCjKKcQUIikqZSOs8TCpFIlAtoWbTFJPSYAfNlXc99h3x9JlVeNLzK_bgGOPRueRHm8Y-DYIsDRjU9vYH2EISAFgPMBRCapmDN-8kGJs9iekqYnp9Fs-a0D8WMXHAr43j25kQPhhneX_81666L6cw0GVjDCTCVDFJFRcWNDPLpYn" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhQEDOl2SS2OSxZUmsPXCjKKcQUIikqZSOs8TCpFIlAtoWbTFJPSYAfNlXc99h3x9JlVeNLzK_bgGOPRueRHm8Y-DYIsDRjU9vYH2EISAFgPMBRCapmDN-8kGJs9iekqYnp9Fs-a0D8WMXHAr43j25kQPhhneX_81666L6cw0GVjDCTCVDFJFRcWNDPLpYn=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Something...magical? No...more base. Of the Earth. She
can feel its vibrations. </p><p>"Amethysts...?" Elke growls and rubs her wrists, her head throbbing from
her efforts. </p><p>First Olivia's traumatic push back, now this foolishness?! </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEht5fUSwJ7lhrv9H3gfpini4t6_ObcojiGsogIr7Bzcuc4rpzQx5ndEVpyPIIaIZBelIl_w3RowL1phZeYiik2hR3naxPujo8qnsAWznSyi2hN_Udx05vjuK9WD8agnIYjMpjTFEb3ZGZdXq-VI8ju4POpQB4TJsYHOnAfU0pcmOI2JK7Y3i4SuUUDZqd75" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEht5fUSwJ7lhrv9H3gfpini4t6_ObcojiGsogIr7Bzcuc4rpzQx5ndEVpyPIIaIZBelIl_w3RowL1phZeYiik2hR3naxPujo8qnsAWznSyi2hN_Udx05vjuK9WD8agnIYjMpjTFEb3ZGZdXq-VI8ju4POpQB4TJsYHOnAfU0pcmOI2JK7Y3i4SuUUDZqd75" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"DANUTA! Get me Bernedetta and Martine. NOW!?" </p><p>She's done. So done with
all of this. <br /></p>malcoJOJOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12362522805988503279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8386728540021864055.post-40474514858194504902024-03-05T15:08:00.000-08:002024-03-06T11:16:01.457-08:00The Italy Crossover - 2022 - PART 09 - Farewells <p><b> </b></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgxtzt0h_H1XBYEPy56uvkcs_GvqMLJcU7GQTjZ6iL7ZeoOsFZlJQx3lTmno0zdVBDWLmU24zmNKpll6pVT11OUAdhFUBjfHXxgx4tN8ybTAV4IbUjWK6HA9wmMy_iX5Q9YlEQlwvC-DPoBry2j8vB0cNc8aoJ9LZcQXchcg4HFGyaCSsF2kWS7m6uEO-XY" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgxtzt0h_H1XBYEPy56uvkcs_GvqMLJcU7GQTjZ6iL7ZeoOsFZlJQx3lTmno0zdVBDWLmU24zmNKpll6pVT11OUAdhFUBjfHXxgx4tN8ybTAV4IbUjWK6HA9wmMy_iX5Q9YlEQlwvC-DPoBry2j8vB0cNc8aoJ9LZcQXchcg4HFGyaCSsF2kWS7m6uEO-XY=w640-h640" width="640" /></a></div><br /></div><b></b><p></p><p><b>Angela sits in her husband's office...just waiting.
</b>She hears people talking outside the door. </p><p> "She can't stay in there." </p><p>A woman says, "Her husband has been missing for days, Sir. I'm not
telling her she has to leave."</p><p> "Sargent!" </p><p>"No. I'm sorry, Sir. Write me up." </p><p>A new voice. Chief Trevisan. </p><p>"Sargent Gambro - please return to your
desk. Cobrelli, with me please." </p><p>Footfalls and the sound of the Chief
admonishing the commanding officer as they walk down the hallway. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhoyxgI0KBZupm_htu3WdVgQb-0GWPaJT6hYz9Se5S375gdxBGk-IaA6VYfiV01WEy-FjKtthIUYgUfsjKjiFFstggt7EdHnA16ZDdFW96bRaGhEPLryyyBZa8ky3y8JrVyVdaAHRhxs4VlNeoAT7gbI571qkfszy-IDLWVuviSOdW9-aPLzmlHooq6X9p1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhoyxgI0KBZupm_htu3WdVgQb-0GWPaJT6hYz9Se5S375gdxBGk-IaA6VYfiV01WEy-FjKtthIUYgUfsjKjiFFstggt7EdHnA16ZDdFW96bRaGhEPLryyyBZa8ky3y8JrVyVdaAHRhxs4VlNeoAT7gbI571qkfszy-IDLWVuviSOdW9-aPLzmlHooq6X9p1" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Angela will leave soon, she tells herself. </p><p><br />Soon.
<br /></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><br />__________________</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjg_7FeRhchtd-BNreWLez9Q9Vh6KSExQwIL_vks3Ih3v2FAX6nkkTWG2Uu9VnsK9Elv8oasmyo2PoZDDTy95Xf45GQqm87UVmZ_HmHNIOfpXBRGVhMk8dRSMLBdizc9b8Jlv1rbkdYhe5WOdZmeapxylFWP-hJikzgzz2Q46AbGAbJtpMDSEHJnLHzsYDd" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjg_7FeRhchtd-BNreWLez9Q9Vh6KSExQwIL_vks3Ih3v2FAX6nkkTWG2Uu9VnsK9Elv8oasmyo2PoZDDTy95Xf45GQqm87UVmZ_HmHNIOfpXBRGVhMk8dRSMLBdizc9b8Jlv1rbkdYhe5WOdZmeapxylFWP-hJikzgzz2Q46AbGAbJtpMDSEHJnLHzsYDd=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEip3X_s4koBQbDz884tLuThYiPQ24wraxUbd2MKMarYQDqjDN7Klt5McrihIOtzXRQqPA90iFV6hJIXMN5gIYml9CIYtFj3agzbhSKSpkinZ1gNtcHWqMbAinG3sFV5VsVXQ2Wu1Xi-XyeGmQCeZ_v5vft6xj_LQ2ajGAIqUD0ELN5CC1rovRxXbzW-B5tx" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEip3X_s4koBQbDz884tLuThYiPQ24wraxUbd2MKMarYQDqjDN7Klt5McrihIOtzXRQqPA90iFV6hJIXMN5gIYml9CIYtFj3agzbhSKSpkinZ1gNtcHWqMbAinG3sFV5VsVXQ2Wu1Xi-XyeGmQCeZ_v5vft6xj_LQ2ajGAIqUD0ELN5CC1rovRxXbzW-B5tx" width="240" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p><b>"But...how the hell does this work?</b> I mean...how....the door..." Segreto
stares up at the ornate door with the insane carvings, then looks at
the other two. "I mean...we walked through it to get inside. They
brought our food through it. But..." </p><p>"Focus, Segreto." Zampa understands his confusion, but they all needed
to finish talking. It's been hours. "The deal. We leave them
alone....they free us....they give us the Big Three." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhPqPo5fukef-nE0ziapL9CHy3iggd3nO64_NsbszPm9ZbLn-rp0gKZOuJKEtEpRQwq-4EeSa-zJL4Eh6Q1A99wwyULwJMSnLlhQvjwHQaVB6eT3r4JqxLroR13DFvWpzdzDXcdhjtVClk-Q8QvkqX44_L76Ar02buYFa2lBbhtUcwS0jGWvvnLu--Ia1Kp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhPqPo5fukef-nE0ziapL9CHy3iggd3nO64_NsbszPm9ZbLn-rp0gKZOuJKEtEpRQwq-4EeSa-zJL4Eh6Q1A99wwyULwJMSnLlhQvjwHQaVB6eT3r4JqxLroR13DFvWpzdzDXcdhjtVClk-Q8QvkqX44_L76Ar02buYFa2lBbhtUcwS0jGWvvnLu--Ia1Kp" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"Seems too good to be true." Vitale says absently, the events making him
question reality itself. "Promises? Do we..." He shakes his head. </p><p>"No...it wouldn't be a trick. If they wanted us dead, they could have
done it many times already."</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgVnM0oPBGKoh_lZ0Tj88NFCev52sioLPAWFdAheaZAr-9Jdkbdho4h0g7O8q4IYEZXrdBmmE4EOcsef28T4pZp_W5r7pJx6lorJTpgmqB3d_zPsHfsTPHdJL9b_HmG5rUXP_3ajyo2-yCxNkvk47a0lgyvG2bWRx5i712YKH3uRIHakh62qjZmz98tsJ0b" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgVnM0oPBGKoh_lZ0Tj88NFCev52sioLPAWFdAheaZAr-9Jdkbdho4h0g7O8q4IYEZXrdBmmE4EOcsef28T4pZp_W5r7pJx6lorJTpgmqB3d_zPsHfsTPHdJL9b_HmG5rUXP_3ajyo2-yCxNkvk47a0lgyvG2bWRx5i712YKH3uRIHakh62qjZmz98tsJ0b" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Segreto nods. "We take the deal. One, I want to live. Two..." He motions
to the door on the ceiling. "Whatever this is. And The Big Three,
Angelo. Drug trafficking, human trafficking, extortion, and more murders
every year as they get even bigger." He knows the numbers and has been
to the scenes. </p><p>Angelo Vitale nods. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjCcgZ4C8kn86xfsgS8QnK65aXMq0xG6UPlhQxWK_F80BdgBYAL3jzc23ThXIfK_-SKpacAH8XeA0lXqK0Y_zd98BvV4lk8QSYnZM3jPaVSXDSnyrbmPBIYvDosxnk2I2vQyokdgf5rv3FbIA_iitlVaOItlIsuU4a-AwXRDJGZaVer-8YFBZHalnq47TLG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjCcgZ4C8kn86xfsgS8QnK65aXMq0xG6UPlhQxWK_F80BdgBYAL3jzc23ThXIfK_-SKpacAH8XeA0lXqK0Y_zd98BvV4lk8QSYnZM3jPaVSXDSnyrbmPBIYvDosxnk2I2vQyokdgf5rv3FbIA_iitlVaOItlIsuU4a-AwXRDJGZaVer-8YFBZHalnq47TLG=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Zampa calls up to the impossible door. </p><p><b>"Hey!!!! We're ready to talk! LET
US OUT! WE WANT THE DEAL!" </b></p><p><b> _____________</b></p><p><b> <br /></b></p><p><b> Orders 01 </b> </p><p>Elke remembers the woman Benedetta Toscani from Civitella San Paolo. </p><p>Remembers her trying to pull women from the burning building. </p><p>Brave.
Devoted. And quite mad. </p><p>Working the blackest of magic in her devotion to
Elke. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEihcrTpHeaa131DeAghBFi2FANritbMe7ctBUC9FDpzDW2WGie2iHTSjsubDKgoL9nlRZUhaljOGSJlcSssHUWqDXOMA-WUo-muHetqZRIE_xBCPSGjU3-Ih_SVPNAjuupgURGI6y6EXfbn8cg_h8h-UGlXdq34L7fQPrmjRtVz-Ui3_NPf_oRpnccWdYxb" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEihcrTpHeaa131DeAghBFi2FANritbMe7ctBUC9FDpzDW2WGie2iHTSjsubDKgoL9nlRZUhaljOGSJlcSssHUWqDXOMA-WUo-muHetqZRIE_xBCPSGjU3-Ih_SVPNAjuupgURGI6y6EXfbn8cg_h8h-UGlXdq34L7fQPrmjRtVz-Ui3_NPf_oRpnccWdYxb=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><p>Elke looks at the woman in white. "So, it's clear to you? You take the
three of them to the town square and leave them there with the truck.
You'll return with Danuta in the car. And all will be done." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj439Fu0wf-LcIvAwqucS4yCsXM8tmj6ZoXRyDFKfshy6qqWhRLgrDFEfPnSsMhecf1yuOG_Lx_LVw7E5PLEqROLjUwx0to8W4Nv_z7BZB2xDrX_EVfsa7WUvdDr62voorIabNlv1J8vicC9MzOtcck9Oh25nIfy-DMwyGh_5eq6i8yPLKZcmkcdQbxCZOI" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj439Fu0wf-LcIvAwqucS4yCsXM8tmj6ZoXRyDFKfshy6qqWhRLgrDFEfPnSsMhecf1yuOG_Lx_LVw7E5PLEqROLjUwx0to8W4Nv_z7BZB2xDrX_EVfsa7WUvdDr62voorIabNlv1J8vicC9MzOtcck9Oh25nIfy-DMwyGh_5eq6i8yPLKZcmkcdQbxCZOI" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Benedetta nods. "As you wish, Morte Bianca." Her voice is gravely and
hoarse. Damage from the fire taking its toll on her even with the
potions and spells cast over her. Slowly healing. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiTb4JKcRH1rV0xRFVDaNkvbbNWbf1VkZWVAhGPKhXB2oyd25tVX0uwUrtmWTGhD6yhxAepH9i9HVJQg-mrZmliZ1RhOCwOg54VdezYTxn8aVRrH3yrEn-C6ZcGLnSgsSKejBkfvjHe0TCIL488Se0kuwKn2GmdM1VrO6vI9YCTn5G-i3php7pQyjeK00d5" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiTb4JKcRH1rV0xRFVDaNkvbbNWbf1VkZWVAhGPKhXB2oyd25tVX0uwUrtmWTGhD6yhxAepH9i9HVJQg-mrZmliZ1RhOCwOg54VdezYTxn8aVRrH3yrEn-C6ZcGLnSgsSKejBkfvjHe0TCIL488Se0kuwKn2GmdM1VrO6vI9YCTn5G-i3php7pQyjeK00d5" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"And they'll be found quickly, screaming their heads off in the back of a
delivery truck with us far away." Danuta nods. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhqCN9eI7vhWbALPz-PUK31OyUk8miMDFFEGQAfvYbMbmbMcfoO4KT7Lqr_t9TDRmJvUaNyHnE_CZvYJSElXpY8GIHS7CFtyZiQ1DkTez1S6A1t2VKRb4olaHTD36wGZGjw_APhnNJRSe3x7hwHtRWGJb53YYaX3g8Xrn3sPj6opjxaTJQJpYncuHofwJTG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhqCN9eI7vhWbALPz-PUK31OyUk8miMDFFEGQAfvYbMbmbMcfoO4KT7Lqr_t9TDRmJvUaNyHnE_CZvYJSElXpY8GIHS7CFtyZiQ1DkTez1S6A1t2VKRb4olaHTD36wGZGjw_APhnNJRSe3x7hwHtRWGJb53YYaX3g8Xrn3sPj6opjxaTJQJpYncuHofwJTG" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"If they follow
through
with their part of the bargain and declare us dead, we can start handing
over Sorellani, Petchelli, and Chescu. Our connections are standing by,
though I'm not sure how long Morelli will be out at this rate." Elke
stares. "Then it's down to Bruni to make good on her side of
things...and find out little rats." </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgQP0k6b5EFD1oBcXHaB_qyQMxmBIMtulWHfvwtbUuMsFCjo9lRKixODWyjLpFiB5modHUrkmQUrauNDaTK68q4FWcJ2y5FI7ttoAD8bwPMnmYRziKSoIUxJ1VYcWleYO0d0-V_z48PoK6_20z5D3301uy-Pea0MbkEf9F3Qwc6s8OVAnStVh1NZV0NHcBR" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgQP0k6b5EFD1oBcXHaB_qyQMxmBIMtulWHfvwtbUuMsFCjo9lRKixODWyjLpFiB5modHUrkmQUrauNDaTK68q4FWcJ2y5FI7ttoAD8bwPMnmYRziKSoIUxJ1VYcWleYO0d0-V_z48PoK6_20z5D3301uy-Pea0MbkEf9F3Qwc6s8OVAnStVh1NZV0NHcBR=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p> </p><p><b>Orders 02</b></p><p>Benedetta hisses, "And make those loyal to the Moore woman pay for going
against you. Peel the flesh from their lying faces as we break the
bonds that hold you down, Morte Bianca." </p><p> "Yes. Indeed." Elke waves two of Petri's former goons...now
ghouls...over to go with Benedetta to get the three. "You'll take these
with you. Expendable. Travel well, Sister." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhUtMV2aW-Lhlsw-9cEClMwIFVO5KfjNcYsOxiIwELVwNYjUUKWiqFwWCIuToeBdcyHESsLk46bmiS1ppvBhj-6-TupKi7QRgijk7v8VTZXp3QA9fNL0_rnQUL3R4U-YgvsWbwZRT8RxzsnRAn0CKRd7d6R84QkMrAZAMl3AKTUM9iWYuvjQw72MPZGxFvT" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhUtMV2aW-Lhlsw-9cEClMwIFVO5KfjNcYsOxiIwELVwNYjUUKWiqFwWCIuToeBdcyHESsLk46bmiS1ppvBhj-6-TupKi7QRgijk7v8VTZXp3QA9fNL0_rnQUL3R4U-YgvsWbwZRT8RxzsnRAn0CKRd7d6R84QkMrAZAMl3AKTUM9iWYuvjQw72MPZGxFvT" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Benedetta turns and heads out of the room with the two special ops
police ghouls following close behind. She says, "Lunga Vita Morte
Bianca!" and heads into the hall. </p><p>"Devoted." Danuta nods. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjmHMJAs1B9JbkPOKiU_cI0Ud_l6-BplnBdyCGhkvALq9pRez8wUKq8k0fd6MHebB-ZX-bCY_s8NVVFC-wtBhfqd8oyUdR2zPBjhu6ahoT5-V5orqzDe50dlltld0ymOSTKtS-NY0CVanAqd6bC3JqGjES3aAJVkgogffHL79CeRfRXszjdF32YrJGFGMvE" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjmHMJAs1B9JbkPOKiU_cI0Ud_l6-BplnBdyCGhkvALq9pRez8wUKq8k0fd6MHebB-ZX-bCY_s8NVVFC-wtBhfqd8oyUdR2zPBjhu6ahoT5-V5orqzDe50dlltld0ymOSTKtS-NY0CVanAqd6bC3JqGjES3aAJVkgogffHL79CeRfRXszjdF32YrJGFGMvE=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"Insane," Elke whispers. "However, she's an extremely talented seer and
her spell work is divine. She wants Olivia Moore's head on a pike almost
as badly as I do. We just need to keep her in line until we get to the
prize." Elke can already feel the power of Olivia Moore's house machine
working magic over her skin, bones, and spiritual energies. Her heart
races a bit. They are so close. </p><p>"I'll get the truck ready." Danuta moves out. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhOzy4xrom1aLqP31Gg3JwKRRYv0wqXLTthB0RwN5OnwFB-KXG33FPn7uqZwe_UVnffUWZQy4joTBPyPGht_qJZVwlwr6xJX9GHBHooFHYopfj8MvL-98Uzs5IlMI3Qve3fYDk19IxqlEOrRm644zN4BoAdVu8yErxzW7c7u-yEtNI2sr1IEvHuU8KSd6eD" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhOzy4xrom1aLqP31Gg3JwKRRYv0wqXLTthB0RwN5OnwFB-KXG33FPn7uqZwe_UVnffUWZQy4joTBPyPGht_qJZVwlwr6xJX9GHBHooFHYopfj8MvL-98Uzs5IlMI3Qve3fYDk19IxqlEOrRm644zN4BoAdVu8yErxzW7c7u-yEtNI2sr1IEvHuU8KSd6eD" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"So close now," Elke whispers. "Find me my locks, Little Bruni. Find
them." <br /></p><p><b> </b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi-X04Oe5KROZw3hnDKVdiFBWcn8YgNVOK9nwzFx9nuoUzG9g4yGYRnkG9Mm0WuvtttyNKyKIILZ2cf8tUlEGiYqMO40jyV4aM9uY0XwnSec7ewTr-ICg9MiJL_CoG1mRUV1A33i-SOEFvE7B8M1nhy1ruihjzGF6j4RmzTOQSWU4unjQ346UvMHfKr3f-i" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi-X04Oe5KROZw3hnDKVdiFBWcn8YgNVOK9nwzFx9nuoUzG9g4yGYRnkG9Mm0WuvtttyNKyKIILZ2cf8tUlEGiYqMO40jyV4aM9uY0XwnSec7ewTr-ICg9MiJL_CoG1mRUV1A33i-SOEFvE7B8M1nhy1ruihjzGF6j4RmzTOQSWU4unjQ346UvMHfKr3f-i=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></b></div><b><br /></b><p></p><p><b> Benedetta Toscani mutters to herself as she heads down the hall </b>with the
two drones close behind. </p><p>"You two - go on and wait by the prisoner's
door. I'll be there shortly." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjI7pb1jiPb5mvO29GCAgyi-PqAmWRyyy0TNT6IFVirXu5Wg5V73qywduELTWfg6nIrDUARgvTAC1Awqoc5U6TNWut-Wo0v152FDV8dZdRPWa7Swzm6xKYX75F-MuSsn-XRU6c333MjqcLJhfV1waRaTCPIZU5uzI8W92WWp8bJAxydoxZu7L1ZYkIEKPKR" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjI7pb1jiPb5mvO29GCAgyi-PqAmWRyyy0TNT6IFVirXu5Wg5V73qywduELTWfg6nIrDUARgvTAC1Awqoc5U6TNWut-Wo0v152FDV8dZdRPWa7Swzm6xKYX75F-MuSsn-XRU6c333MjqcLJhfV1waRaTCPIZU5uzI8W92WWp8bJAxydoxZu7L1ZYkIEKPKR" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEha5clGTNWsfcWkGMUVIR_FTSdjoiOM5IIM02SQRRhSTyI1aPTxE_r7WgL7m2OfQBaSBSSyGSYWpdPqZhyCKMUl98CsutZoHuFqM8HE07w7A32d7U_Ly6UtVVQhEMKO1JaJ8h8a9F0c6Ba43hnVqGKZ_kiKVHAtJzrJGzUE1jIgFDgcVIJ0tyomgjP-qd-W" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEha5clGTNWsfcWkGMUVIR_FTSdjoiOM5IIM02SQRRhSTyI1aPTxE_r7WgL7m2OfQBaSBSSyGSYWpdPqZhyCKMUl98CsutZoHuFqM8HE07w7A32d7U_Ly6UtVVQhEMKO1JaJ8h8a9F0c6Ba43hnVqGKZ_kiKVHAtJzrJGzUE1jIgFDgcVIJ0tyomgjP-qd-W" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /> <p></p><p>"Let them out?" one of them rasps. </p><p>"No...just wait by the door." She watches the two march down the
hallway, then she ducks into the room just down the hallway and closes
the door behind her.
She pulls a large knife from the shelving and looks into the distance. </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiDYRFwr04qbGbfd24G2ATp0sZ8_W7iXLZcCmkkRYhqILVGQy3aNobozmzK6ehcV4Ep8xXxx0mpjl-GqioPJPtc7fVwFo1RZklg60sFd4KP2NOwaN8vaWGlsLPPdP4-QypcXcU8SjHIUlmUNB_z6xUPdzQQqGY5YQXo4K70N2AIdeuUVz5IEjnI5Gk0sa7T" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiDYRFwr04qbGbfd24G2ATp0sZ8_W7iXLZcCmkkRYhqILVGQy3aNobozmzK6ehcV4Ep8xXxx0mpjl-GqioPJPtc7fVwFo1RZklg60sFd4KP2NOwaN8vaWGlsLPPdP4-QypcXcU8SjHIUlmUNB_z6xUPdzQQqGY5YQXo4K70N2AIdeuUVz5IEjnI5Gk0sa7T" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>"They mock her. They use her. The suckle from her like parasites.
But...these three must pay for their evils." She grips the knife
tighter. They won't be allowed to interfere. Won't be allowed to keep
Morte Bianca from regaining her true power." She slips the knife under
her cape and whispers, "Lunga Vita Morte Bianca...." before slipping
back out into the hall.</p><p><b> </b></p><p><b></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiFkK16egNNG2wsnUg7Ps-U-UU2-CuJWxL6tyh_AwlJDaTfeKUxc4AL0226RFE657aHatEhRYQapZl46PkYQJfRrPZFvV9-fvz5B7Ax6_ZwT5_caZVIcAcIixQEwsaxXW6i2Jo_WqsYuS7nEO7PER938uZ2fvjjJBqEDyShi42zuHJ7824od2Zfw-5epWLN" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiFkK16egNNG2wsnUg7Ps-U-UU2-CuJWxL6tyh_AwlJDaTfeKUxc4AL0226RFE657aHatEhRYQapZl46PkYQJfRrPZFvV9-fvz5B7Ax6_ZwT5_caZVIcAcIixQEwsaxXW6i2Jo_WqsYuS7nEO7PER938uZ2fvjjJBqEDyShi42zuHJ7824od2Zfw-5epWLN=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></b></div><b> </b><p></p><p><b>•••
❗️violence ❗️ 💢Read in order💢 Twilight and Evening Bell 01
••• </b></p><p>Benedetta Toscani enters the impossible door and the three detectives
swoon a bit - dizzy from the nature of the magic and their brains trying
to wrap themselves around it. </p><p>The two masked men stand back. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEifuyfEDVbMjE-2q-PcGcDrq6wpoXJu11HIPvdwKRmByHofE5EvjdjfYBnsgRC1ARQWn4Hk9rDVTCIdlMDYPt-LBOUcTdfSfW8EFp-4B22kdE9plF2DOixEmU038AlL0sNBwLpxf8IbzwdBedIJGugxJjVyBDSQa48bE33ryV64JsvM8VkcY8kbOXvaGeUl" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEifuyfEDVbMjE-2q-PcGcDrq6wpoXJu11HIPvdwKRmByHofE5EvjdjfYBnsgRC1ARQWn4Hk9rDVTCIdlMDYPt-LBOUcTdfSfW8EFp-4B22kdE9plF2DOixEmU038AlL0sNBwLpxf8IbzwdBedIJGugxJjVyBDSQa48bE33ryV64JsvM8VkcY8kbOXvaGeUl" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"I am Benedetta. I'm here to take you home as per Morte Bianca's
wishes." She inclines her head slightly. "We will drive you into the
city in a truck with a car following. You will be left in the truck
while we...take our leave. Understood?" </p><p>The three nod. </p><p>One of the masked ones slides the massive knife from his vest. </p><p>"This way. You may feel some discomfort walking back through the
doorway, but it will pass." </p><p>"Discomfort. Like explaining to my wife why I have not been around to
help her for days. Maybe I should just stay here." Segreto chuckles to
himself as Vitale starts for the door. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj0KjcyjUMJ-LBp8TPtqNiZHQtP44i0zCMjlUEy-oH6abVmtOA4CxAJvlf-Z9pHlx4zJYlJhlOQ_s_qVV1jERAxkk8hR_TIBgD9OYDJHPTRlJXXBXLiYbrhSxcephoEgXgm-anebG50rIEW4s32b_OM7ixLPrma8E9AM8NBgRXnBTNBOTRBcnAQYIwx2lrk" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1074" data-original-width="1440" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj0KjcyjUMJ-LBp8TPtqNiZHQtP44i0zCMjlUEy-oH6abVmtOA4CxAJvlf-Z9pHlx4zJYlJhlOQ_s_qVV1jERAxkk8hR_TIBgD9OYDJHPTRlJXXBXLiYbrhSxcephoEgXgm-anebG50rIEW4s32b_OM7ixLPrma8E9AM8NBgRXnBTNBOTRBcnAQYIwx2lrk" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p><br />The masked thing draws the knife forward quickly and lunges for Vitale. <b></b></p><p><b></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjrqM0k7qja2eXgsh6jJxl0IbBHzPaqhwQAJ6OB05_PQyO6sZUBhq1tWmQosl10dnSxiRg1CuhA21tjNdya80wCfwlj2kTUDyn8mrzLqY6uUU3ht1vDSlqE36CW2jVbaDMJmCwo1FAeBPjiQwCMaIwr-hgCZvAEVXhXYhsBvmUg3DaP1bQuGz-2TsQDHwj9" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjrqM0k7qja2eXgsh6jJxl0IbBHzPaqhwQAJ6OB05_PQyO6sZUBhq1tWmQosl10dnSxiRg1CuhA21tjNdya80wCfwlj2kTUDyn8mrzLqY6uUU3ht1vDSlqE36CW2jVbaDMJmCwo1FAeBPjiQwCMaIwr-hgCZvAEVXhXYhsBvmUg3DaP1bQuGz-2TsQDHwj9=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></b></div><b><br /><br /></b><p></p><p><b>Twilight and Evening Bell 02
•••</b> </p><p>Chaos erupts in the small space. </p><p>Zampa screams wildly as Segreto is
grabbed from behind and held in a grip like iron as the scrambling
begins. </p><p>Zampa throws herself at the masked man with the knife and starts to
pound on his chest and neck. Anything she can do to even the odds. </p><p> Benedetta shouts a warning a moment after the knife plunges into
Vitale's middle. </p><p>Vitale's training kicks in and he tries to disarm the man in the mask,
but the pain of his insides being sliced weakens him. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgonhXnh01pCRtYAMTM9DDWu5-seAfj9ROgQpST80W8D5TXgY_TieOLzxnExqrrEIEYfVpMFWTIMWbKaWT6PYMTtNwdceU8ohCNIoxlcbE8pcHeBjFd1hPNMVnyoB1f76tKb4K3QH0ZPh7heS-BH1O40D4VLBDOTuw9isbHMvXPQW_VnuPz8ppG2a9V67Z5" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgonhXnh01pCRtYAMTM9DDWu5-seAfj9ROgQpST80W8D5TXgY_TieOLzxnExqrrEIEYfVpMFWTIMWbKaWT6PYMTtNwdceU8ohCNIoxlcbE8pcHeBjFd1hPNMVnyoB1f76tKb4K3QH0ZPh7heS-BH1O40D4VLBDOTuw9isbHMvXPQW_VnuPz8ppG2a9V67Z5" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Benedetta watches the knife plunge into Vitale a second time, then pulls
him back and to the floor in a gesture she hopes will read as helping
if need be. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjzhAPycL3YVIVDBdQzCTZLWBeW3aIzpc8sNE1OTtkVmVZ1KR9cUDKloEIwrAiFzXts2f3D5Z_z9VHi8YKM_Z3L7bealT_JYRmrEKp2DRHvY9ucoDqWyDEtOb-qLkrA3-aBj3cUyATdDEZMwFeoQoVkp5febWMMVUic_pQAxJRaxGvhnaIRUzbnHNPwy2JB" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjzhAPycL3YVIVDBdQzCTZLWBeW3aIzpc8sNE1OTtkVmVZ1KR9cUDKloEIwrAiFzXts2f3D5Z_z9VHi8YKM_Z3L7bealT_JYRmrEKp2DRHvY9ucoDqWyDEtOb-qLkrA3-aBj3cUyATdDEZMwFeoQoVkp5febWMMVUic_pQAxJRaxGvhnaIRUzbnHNPwy2JB" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi0Ht-tDjF4jnC3timT2q678a_-yEspw-ZUB9znJlHhZrgpvSeu04eQm1fMazln23Pengb1Hg5ckz1nbm-tvEwEnJ4wcW85pFsNyHP3k3VNYm60u6TSDyj5VApzulio3TUCMfE5ypL-rN3REcPoFkBZMaN-XLubWBGSrGIFpw_Uyn-UO95hdjD63GhtUGvi" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi0Ht-tDjF4jnC3timT2q678a_-yEspw-ZUB9znJlHhZrgpvSeu04eQm1fMazln23Pengb1Hg5ckz1nbm-tvEwEnJ4wcW85pFsNyHP3k3VNYm60u6TSDyj5VApzulio3TUCMfE5ypL-rN3REcPoFkBZMaN-XLubWBGSrGIFpw_Uyn-UO95hdjD63GhtUGvi=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>The masked man grabs Zampa roughly...and plunges the blade into her
midsection and chest several times. </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgyVs_03Yw1RKK3W7G6uxiNvxMcsZQNjFtIUz_2y8zeXprtEC0GYW93Zm7uLPPyd8w5YOVfP5vW6ObkdB2ryZzv8cKTXX6-XqikWD6KnFTVNE6232X33MG4ZbX3vieUi72UpPFzPB-yL4TBdGwvcSS_DoJdYMYu8FQ-429wcK2UkuQ6jg1APFiLdk7OfCpJ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgyVs_03Yw1RKK3W7G6uxiNvxMcsZQNjFtIUz_2y8zeXprtEC0GYW93Zm7uLPPyd8w5YOVfP5vW6ObkdB2ryZzv8cKTXX6-XqikWD6KnFTVNE6232X33MG4ZbX3vieUi72UpPFzPB-yL4TBdGwvcSS_DoJdYMYu8FQ-429wcK2UkuQ6jg1APFiLdk7OfCpJ" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><b>Twilight and Evening Bell 03
•••</b> </p><p>Detective Pietronella Zampa looks at Vitale with tears in her eyes. She
tries to speak, but her mouthed words make no sound as she falls forward
to the floor. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh7LXbYGpz8sncEkq33XfkrZ_znM9U9EANLbwRVuI7H9zElqBlt5duKuL3VwFJMFQjxHQ-KTr054HWj8IuvlZbDd3Sm8BwSQOTpG_wcVw7MhH-z2NepM3UpnsEMDdMnNnjmv0AmnEm63TOmowCPgsXBC_e8VhENC7Rt76rGyQcVXERIYBuOCX79-cRyorF0" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh7LXbYGpz8sncEkq33XfkrZ_znM9U9EANLbwRVuI7H9zElqBlt5duKuL3VwFJMFQjxHQ-KTr054HWj8IuvlZbDd3Sm8BwSQOTpG_wcVw7MhH-z2NepM3UpnsEMDdMnNnjmv0AmnEm63TOmowCPgsXBC_e8VhENC7Rt76rGyQcVXERIYBuOCX79-cRyorF0" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>The masked thing turns and moves for Segreto next. He's kicked between
the legs, but it doesn't register as he continues to move forward, blade
raised high. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhNVWKK8yE20eXZydwf4MjIx7twO8zC3R8TPYyeARWlkVta0fOkPKLW6vR6BgD4ccnEDKy7oxtxsPpwUUE8Jm4xmgRDrfG01eXMFwJmkYyoGK7yBWse_gXU5FVwGJIZg1Qs3iPKGIuAumpcY9M33c6PYZPasgsn8MlRuids-iCywG_HPflc6p_fDcFV2PoG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhNVWKK8yE20eXZydwf4MjIx7twO8zC3R8TPYyeARWlkVta0fOkPKLW6vR6BgD4ccnEDKy7oxtxsPpwUUE8Jm4xmgRDrfG01eXMFwJmkYyoGK7yBWse_gXU5FVwGJIZg1Qs3iPKGIuAumpcY9M33c6PYZPasgsn8MlRuids-iCywG_HPflc6p_fDcFV2PoG" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>The masked man brings the knife down over and over again as Segreto
curses and kicks out against his attacker to no avail. </p><p>He goes still and
the second masked man lets him fall to the floor - gone. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi_7Sf2vrmZRudyNaqVCEwsea-TIXgHMaJO4TiH0rF8HU91NcLp2ux_BbJK4sm6hBGGqAuhMwNbBHTAI0w3ct-K_A4gbNj0feQxdqMmwEa7c4_-KFLO4J2vVSVkRP84ESd0dwk2Khwl81WcA7zANA3gFel6XW8KEkWcjf8ISWWbqUhclNlLtUCszBnA0MjP" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi_7Sf2vrmZRudyNaqVCEwsea-TIXgHMaJO4TiH0rF8HU91NcLp2ux_BbJK4sm6hBGGqAuhMwNbBHTAI0w3ct-K_A4gbNj0feQxdqMmwEa7c4_-KFLO4J2vVSVkRP84ESd0dwk2Khwl81WcA7zANA3gFel6XW8KEkWcjf8ISWWbqUhclNlLtUCszBnA0MjP=w400-h300" width="400" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiOIObsh5myM4j7kbzb5MxDRyYEn8nTpEzFiPn02356Etvn_2TJ5_YmrOO-lOmF1rZAN4JP5BrgIejYsEvROzxoraD7DomKN33R2yH_hD62pRUdi7oA7DwQuitvw_C8Xb6XAvzWYDD1gFHGcABGixpa-YbBTgKfWofU0fnfHJ8dq16enHooI-T-JtdiGJpP" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiOIObsh5myM4j7kbzb5MxDRyYEn8nTpEzFiPn02356Etvn_2TJ5_YmrOO-lOmF1rZAN4JP5BrgIejYsEvROzxoraD7DomKN33R2yH_hD62pRUdi7oA7DwQuitvw_C8Xb6XAvzWYDD1gFHGcABGixpa-YbBTgKfWofU0fnfHJ8dq16enHooI-T-JtdiGJpP=w320-h240" width="320" /></a></div></div><br /> <p></p><p>A woman screams something ancient and dark at the top of her lungs - Elke
screams the commands she's woven into the masked men's minds over time
and they simply forget how to breathe. </p><p>They clutch their throats as
their air supply fades and they fall to the ground. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhytWQjjFTPE1MuIo9y4owXFDLWY3F_DlC-fK0iFbSGK4zJtst1Jqla7vMQSDFKD3fPc8erjI0KaQKP2zI_fOzoBOo1B0kDzKACVpp40614sbEzfWfWxLU2xD9740qW9BFdBbDsc3nyRDHrZlLo7azQtMdfaF1R3wpP-nG2Sh7qGtHnaDqBcg5ZDuGt_Poo" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhytWQjjFTPE1MuIo9y4owXFDLWY3F_DlC-fK0iFbSGK4zJtst1Jqla7vMQSDFKD3fPc8erjI0KaQKP2zI_fOzoBOo1B0kDzKACVpp40614sbEzfWfWxLU2xD9740qW9BFdBbDsc3nyRDHrZlLo7azQtMdfaF1R3wpP-nG2Sh7qGtHnaDqBcg5ZDuGt_Poo" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjoomjt7CQ2aAlbANQrstu5dxzRywAO2jy5yf-BAefTg-rn75BHHjXFylZ11ChL0IbuTFjCs_eo2q5RLxkHMJLGF0D9enXUlFooQQagaaAL0nwAwSpVeiy24q5N2SuhLKOlPZa-wvl0x5sOA_2_FQlUXvgXifpUYpJbM3_VOIsbDbfI1oDYaI7EEGNL06AN" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjoomjt7CQ2aAlbANQrstu5dxzRywAO2jy5yf-BAefTg-rn75BHHjXFylZ11ChL0IbuTFjCs_eo2q5RLxkHMJLGF0D9enXUlFooQQagaaAL0nwAwSpVeiy24q5N2SuhLKOlPZa-wvl0x5sOA_2_FQlUXvgXifpUYpJbM3_VOIsbDbfI1oDYaI7EEGNL06AN=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p>Elke rushes to Vitale's side and drops down to him. </p><p>He mutters, "Angela....Angela...." </p><p>Elke growls, "Get Martine in here now to fix this!" </p><p> "At once!" Benedetta says. She turns to run for Martine...a smile on her
face. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiHzzzc-bDh7Y2gfiyoWXiH_ElQLZGm_I5KKQ3Nc_qPPWTIZgvz4RCRGbVoVawb3vUBQjpVT2xXHZLDCFRtszQgoHaLxAj75analKG0YIX5m54M8-05kOyvxBX5JHiVMFPz-Lcws23oNoTOm6JKAzfcr-AJAay9P4Hlaw1zKwTgbaXDAytqLtDpW-z9REQ0" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiHzzzc-bDh7Y2gfiyoWXiH_ElQLZGm_I5KKQ3Nc_qPPWTIZgvz4RCRGbVoVawb3vUBQjpVT2xXHZLDCFRtszQgoHaLxAj75analKG0YIX5m54M8-05kOyvxBX5JHiVMFPz-Lcws23oNoTOm6JKAzfcr-AJAay9P4Hlaw1zKwTgbaXDAytqLtDpW-z9REQ0" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p></p><p><br /><br /><b>Martine watches the two bodies being carried out of the room, then
enters and gasps.</b> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEirQXzkjNfsbwYPW_4PWqK2T8RLSOHgI45dGcZg_n8jzrNDANzaXUy0hurwY0KXf_ZU3utuqpumO9Yy_OQw3oDEfV5lZSNGmy6OFturd0c5n6oNhUcwvfv-eQ4mrMELy2A-q_oNIjIMV0qHTE6GauTCqS1nMq26nzcKBhC0bqk8boyruHKMB62Chi7CzE35" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEirQXzkjNfsbwYPW_4PWqK2T8RLSOHgI45dGcZg_n8jzrNDANzaXUy0hurwY0KXf_ZU3utuqpumO9Yy_OQw3oDEfV5lZSNGmy6OFturd0c5n6oNhUcwvfv-eQ4mrMELy2A-q_oNIjIMV0qHTE6GauTCqS1nMq26nzcKBhC0bqk8boyruHKMB62Chi7CzE35=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhBNpV_eSmcqgP4QOSgWNNs7CzOIiQuEVk1_HTtlSTb_UwSLZFL-0CcO4E-UhoXyT1fdK35U5vR2xfeIp8eVuvx3I1Mr0Jt1KMpXZWwX7oYm-7t58bJANfzLrY0DyKLtNyougJlzCDLiZ786iZDu3P2JdplJHnCY_pbVyqPloJpZJPJlF5xXbNZHbDrPrg7" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhBNpV_eSmcqgP4QOSgWNNs7CzOIiQuEVk1_HTtlSTb_UwSLZFL-0CcO4E-UhoXyT1fdK35U5vR2xfeIp8eVuvx3I1Mr0Jt1KMpXZWwX7oYm-7t58bJANfzLrY0DyKLtNyougJlzCDLiZ786iZDu3P2JdplJHnCY_pbVyqPloJpZJPJlF5xXbNZHbDrPrg7" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>"What the hell?!" Her French accent is thick and her
voice shocked. "What happened here?! I thought they were being sent
home!" </p><p>Elke ignores the comment. "Can you fix him?" There's an urgency in her
voice. </p><p>Martine Cousineau whispers, "Maybe...I need to see." </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh3AB_P_EIFb1l4Xl48u-fAwK9JE20XZsSEX8miZE437fl5aRMCyTx3G-echH3F7CzIBuFIVNU3ZtaoqPB8vryvLpbJwqhYplI-uFOCYSofcbm0VIAmQAICShZToAo5W9UkCgxZvVT9E1ZetcoaXpeJez2WoOz1A1tQ42WFCNn9uxm1yljuvkOJHC5LfTqu" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh3AB_P_EIFb1l4Xl48u-fAwK9JE20XZsSEX8miZE437fl5aRMCyTx3G-echH3F7CzIBuFIVNU3ZtaoqPB8vryvLpbJwqhYplI-uFOCYSofcbm0VIAmQAICShZToAo5W9UkCgxZvVT9E1ZetcoaXpeJez2WoOz1A1tQ42WFCNn9uxm1yljuvkOJHC5LfTqu" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"Then I suggest you look." Elke's voice is back to the cold spike. </p><p>Martine takes her box and kneels by Vitale. She opens it and the odd
collection of items within is revealed. Her magic is deep...dark...and
powerful. </p><p>Danuta whispers, "I'm sorry you dispatched that creepy, red death b!tch
Luciana. She deserved more than a cut off hand and brain piercing for
this. Her and her damn zombie bastards." There is pure venom in her
voice. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEirs0ImPA0-KwwIt4-__iqJ887wN62CxN22be66ddWahHzhXiMTY5Ve60Zpgh_y8QHwfIsJ52MB_mbJULkZlmH5fsdReBEXTflh1fn8eUC18_qnnouaZoFvClX4ngplsWnhpS_7AkjeuZrPAv579PW0XPMb9zqMuSjn-ZD_A1onIJKagSKKXGHTT_jldFQi" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEirs0ImPA0-KwwIt4-__iqJ887wN62CxN22be66ddWahHzhXiMTY5Ve60Zpgh_y8QHwfIsJ52MB_mbJULkZlmH5fsdReBEXTflh1fn8eUC18_qnnouaZoFvClX4ngplsWnhpS_7AkjeuZrPAv579PW0XPMb9zqMuSjn-ZD_A1onIJKagSKKXGHTT_jldFQi" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"We can still fix this," Elke growls. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgQG2tEi4kgZj-ru30I3a8dWFrvwDFJKXiVjkSpVAh7lWMYRKbl0SluyQAGpMBQrz0br-Bv5fmSRNadlkUNNdcgJmhdMGQan2p-lTOgbBOmcRD7ucoQ8YXEHQq6p-MbxuP2MUaqSj98qjdvlf9Ay544iDxwfXppn2xFA-8tM0Xzt3U9USxuiIp0feGSoLtj" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgQG2tEi4kgZj-ru30I3a8dWFrvwDFJKXiVjkSpVAh7lWMYRKbl0SluyQAGpMBQrz0br-Bv5fmSRNadlkUNNdcgJmhdMGQan2p-lTOgbBOmcRD7ucoQ8YXEHQq6p-MbxuP2MUaqSj98qjdvlf9Ay544iDxwfXppn2xFA-8tM0Xzt3U9USxuiIp0feGSoLtj" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Martine checks Vitale's wounds, then begins to chant and sway over him
and his wounds. Several items in the box...start to quiver and move. </p><p>The
room grows cold. Darker. </p><p>And things move in the shadows. </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiKFNRfEXiXjQorc2-1Q1rd4s805Z8uBoJEVElNFrWzft8ajznfJgfbf_F7sHbIY-1u69K50-duzBCKXOyNKfl8Np-_4PkU1-Dw67nQXMd7aAErUzZjfm3c9P40TOkDVFatCxr1xiWUffkuxozCTdo766gAjMcKyhajCmk9hF-vMfWYrTZRVPLbPkVpdZ7p" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiKFNRfEXiXjQorc2-1Q1rd4s805Z8uBoJEVElNFrWzft8ajznfJgfbf_F7sHbIY-1u69K50-duzBCKXOyNKfl8Np-_4PkU1-Dw67nQXMd7aAErUzZjfm3c9P40TOkDVFatCxr1xiWUffkuxozCTdo766gAjMcKyhajCmk9hF-vMfWYrTZRVPLbPkVpdZ7p=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><b>Martine is exhausted when she returns to Danuta and Elke. </b>She's worked
every bit of magic she can to save the detective, but she's still not
sure he'll make it. </p><p>Danuta refers to Martine as The Cat and Elke can't unsee it now. "Well?" </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjbt8srPvdAk-Roqtk7wIFwyt47W9E6rMyPnKrYbQ0dyqKEWCFsuHGvVwgB_HT31K0vdNiDfqtDB87A6LVgOmIzPJ_ZDqJEmGXEpoAY0wK0yHRxoUxgWbE0ILLQ3e8D8EFURK2f0Kt1W6bdw5BXiMSOoZYS0IwZFTo71aQKQnq3MDAxByHu6iCcXCY9TWBh" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjbt8srPvdAk-Roqtk7wIFwyt47W9E6rMyPnKrYbQ0dyqKEWCFsuHGvVwgB_HT31K0vdNiDfqtDB87A6LVgOmIzPJ_ZDqJEmGXEpoAY0wK0yHRxoUxgWbE0ILLQ3e8D8EFURK2f0Kt1W6bdw5BXiMSOoZYS0IwZFTo71aQKQnq3MDAxByHu6iCcXCY9TWBh" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"I've done what I can. Runa is with him now. The thing did a lot of
damage with that knife. And had a lot of time to do it." She shakes her
head. "Two dead...one critically injured...all with Benedetta right
there in the room with them?" </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEggks4CzozDUHd038Pg-kLaODT4XgUCfYu43pkx2WPViJyhpDo1ksDpoOUm4Qr9Wnj0M_boP36GHkrTQou9v0YdY1MGG90TgSbVS3W_f7evCrtXDuMDVY4mdG7h4Dxv_Y3Zvt4z5hVMPkBuCNRTeHa9dwJ_nuG77CdGrgmNXj1idwR4LDpsOTBEjB14J2wq" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEggks4CzozDUHd038Pg-kLaODT4XgUCfYu43pkx2WPViJyhpDo1ksDpoOUm4Qr9Wnj0M_boP36GHkrTQou9v0YdY1MGG90TgSbVS3W_f7evCrtXDuMDVY4mdG7h4Dxv_Y3Zvt4z5hVMPkBuCNRTeHa9dwJ_nuG77CdGrgmNXj1idwR4LDpsOTBEjB14J2wq" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"What are you saying, kitty cat?" Danuta examines the weapon. "You think
it was Benedetta's doing, not Luciana?" Danuta waits. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjiKh_OK35Rf6Cfg1wb-ztq_FewDlXjqIliyUJsWs-4JbSVpin0jdSDTgebSM02WNb4GtT68FrsgFRLSJ4YSrn1BJKF7lpKtf-grr9yXKdlIz0eVKrOomqL0tYmXC4-qs5E9Z9td0JCQRjhP36spbK7TUbcttorbLY8wKxuO6qRXggso7wstEm_6uYYejiy" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjiKh_OK35Rf6Cfg1wb-ztq_FewDlXjqIliyUJsWs-4JbSVpin0jdSDTgebSM02WNb4GtT68FrsgFRLSJ4YSrn1BJKF7lpKtf-grr9yXKdlIz0eVKrOomqL0tYmXC4-qs5E9Z9td0JCQRjhP36spbK7TUbcttorbLY8wKxuO6qRXggso7wstEm_6uYYejiy" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"I'm not picking sides. It was a statement of fact." Martine narrows her
eyes. "It's just getting a bit dangerous around here...don't you
think?" </p><p>Elke cuts in. "I appreciate your efforts, Martine. I won't forget your
hard work here. It's important work to the Coven. Why don't you rest
now." </p><p> Martine excuses herself and leaves the room. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEievaC5PAYGxa_6i6hc7gcR5nXaU5gh09hBDZ1-0l3_IqYN0vPQRP6wl_Zu27Fxj3hXsU6CBMu6V3uJX6-S_pDglGFUoMlDPLoQznLWIIHeWoe3Y9fZ3bGinc2AogCdNCirRT1P4c87ZZESZaIQD0BNB-fi8c2xTkHOi6_40syDh4JHr3f-l9hVq6UcG5L7" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEievaC5PAYGxa_6i6hc7gcR5nXaU5gh09hBDZ1-0l3_IqYN0vPQRP6wl_Zu27Fxj3hXsU6CBMu6V3uJX6-S_pDglGFUoMlDPLoQznLWIIHeWoe3Y9fZ3bGinc2AogCdNCirRT1P4c87ZZESZaIQD0BNB-fi8c2xTkHOi6_40syDh4JHr3f-l9hVq6UcG5L7=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Danuta raises the weapon. "Well, that makes three of us thinking the
same thing. What the hell was Benedetta doing all that time while that
f^cking thing was going knife crazy? Laying with poor Detective and
comforting him in his time of need?" Her face is serious and tight. </p><p>Elke looks at Danuta. "Perhaps it's time to speed up the
timetable...before any other accidents occur. Find Bruni." <br /><br />_______________</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg7HZuSiiUQCGVVURI61E3eD_I2805pG_MZW3gbqdJIG8TxosrQA_CC7uCvGaLj5vltm-5WXgVOhlCsG3LGCJB2zPfYoo3FOFk59Gt5ltN2L7oU0X7Avtm-e-aJNbCQK88TzrNfxQjzqacTf1-FmFTafCN0qHFpGW5Hihv7tJYh9QHLxeuC2m_0kB0rmaiU" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1439" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg7HZuSiiUQCGVVURI61E3eD_I2805pG_MZW3gbqdJIG8TxosrQA_CC7uCvGaLj5vltm-5WXgVOhlCsG3LGCJB2zPfYoo3FOFk59Gt5ltN2L7oU0X7Avtm-e-aJNbCQK88TzrNfxQjzqacTf1-FmFTafCN0qHFpGW5Hihv7tJYh9QHLxeuC2m_0kB0rmaiU=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p><b>Madame Rosetti slips through the back streets</b> and is already missing the
comfort of her shop and the customers who came to her for help. Tears
start in her eyes, but she pushes them back. Not now. Not when she's
this close. </p><p>Olivia Moore had been so sweet on the phone. She understood the
situation. The fact that the promise made to her ages ago needed to be
broken. Elke Giacomina needed to be let go or they would all be dead in a
few days or weeks now. She couldn't be her lock anymore. </p><p>"Fortuna?" A man's voice. </p><p>Madame Rosetti jumped and turned to face the speaker. "I am Madame
Rosetti, Sir." </p><p>"You can drop the act, Miss. I can see through your glamour." The
bearded man laughs softly. "We need to go. I have one more to pick up on
the way. We need to get you out of here." </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiW6T9ktkUiAqbBCgTLgkVteSOn-NO-_-ta2TbzKLarF3oHPSXZ7vpQ372xA4A2ixMyRilpKscHGvj01zud_2mMyGLBO5ZKBlSm4x8Ug1Ki5BXzzCccaAJf478lQPgm2POCRDiTAy0ErECj9KzmntlR7wuJ57GtWilrQrkDNftHtBg_7_ArZ0viEwviSnUA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiW6T9ktkUiAqbBCgTLgkVteSOn-NO-_-ta2TbzKLarF3oHPSXZ7vpQ372xA4A2ixMyRilpKscHGvj01zud_2mMyGLBO5ZKBlSm4x8Ug1Ki5BXzzCccaAJf478lQPgm2POCRDiTAy0ErECj9KzmntlR7wuJ57GtWilrQrkDNftHtBg_7_ArZ0viEwviSnUA" width="240" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiW6T9ktkUiAqbBCgTLgkVteSOn-NO-_-ta2TbzKLarF3oHPSXZ7vpQ372xA4A2ixMyRilpKscHGvj01zud_2mMyGLBO5ZKBlSm4x8Ug1Ki5BXzzCccaAJf478lQPgm2POCRDiTAy0ErECj9KzmntlR7wuJ57GtWilrQrkDNftHtBg_7_ArZ0viEwviSnUA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg6mkoGgayitCksT0YEwlg7eD2Ym1IjnQkrH3OFP8xliUG14IPPypVKlJpXrG5DSEgzThNXUBSv2xZPBaqHTxIhh5KUrYhW-5UGO11u0_4O_-BqoHbruPUvksF0e-_5VDGMTbNW2V7uNCTAL-9kItj_qf8mKdcqG9auodGX_z4iezOYTAfv1b6Cia9ymJ4P" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg6mkoGgayitCksT0YEwlg7eD2Ym1IjnQkrH3OFP8xliUG14IPPypVKlJpXrG5DSEgzThNXUBSv2xZPBaqHTxIhh5KUrYhW-5UGO11u0_4O_-BqoHbruPUvksF0e-_5VDGMTbNW2V7uNCTAL-9kItj_qf8mKdcqG9auodGX_z4iezOYTAfv1b6Cia9ymJ4P=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div></div><br /> <p></p><p>Madame Rosetti looks at the man, then slowly lets the glamour go,
shifting back into her real self. </p><p>"That's better. What do I call you? Madame Rosetti? Fortuna?" </p><p>"Fortuna....for now." </p><p>"Fair enough. Let's get out of here before the Pol shows up and kills us
both." The big man moves off and as soon as his back is turned, Fortuna
can't remember what his face looks like. </p><p>Some warlock trick...and a
good one. </p><p>____________________</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjLtY7ajnePjsoY6Vm1sDEYVOu-R1Cyhn52DL_U8Kt85Q_5KxSea0YKYxPul9X-bany70OZTlr50RSJBaZphHipqe5NCUaYemutBufYnPcHbZlEZJ4QvoH4YJG8HmM_XvWtbtrhJBdDRnB_3l90N7bdybEqa2hNXVu4SLVEYXBCQxD6krucxK1hdhVmaY_r" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1762" data-original-width="1722" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjLtY7ajnePjsoY6Vm1sDEYVOu-R1Cyhn52DL_U8Kt85Q_5KxSea0YKYxPul9X-bany70OZTlr50RSJBaZphHipqe5NCUaYemutBufYnPcHbZlEZJ4QvoH4YJG8HmM_XvWtbtrhJBdDRnB_3l90N7bdybEqa2hNXVu4SLVEYXBCQxD6krucxK1hdhVmaY_r=w392-h400" width="392" /></a></div><b>"Last call to flight ABN2003 on gate 35"</b><br /> <p></p><p>The lawyer Morelli barely can keep his excitement at bay. His forged passport worked, he was past the security checks, his suitcase was packed with cash and he was just steps away of get rid of Italy, Morte Bianca's claws and police heat from his heels.<br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhK7J3Q8DY8zMp9cFll6Ia3PDF8sFEtEDWm1HKq6cOVXNF4lqHLwU35BFOFIEj4J06g_tXCsYP-9QkNnvnBO-uVhkWSkW3zWrQ3P6lIakURiPrWF5cQni4JsuYZNW7BeD4aEE5tTbLtAxtm0utNZ_Nol8qQUz9XmzbchBLMkwrJRW-j1UQjanui7WrsSZmB" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="1650" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhK7J3Q8DY8zMp9cFll6Ia3PDF8sFEtEDWm1HKq6cOVXNF4lqHLwU35BFOFIEj4J06g_tXCsYP-9QkNnvnBO-uVhkWSkW3zWrQ3P6lIakURiPrWF5cQni4JsuYZNW7BeD4aEE5tTbLtAxtm0utNZ_Nol8qQUz9XmzbchBLMkwrJRW-j1UQjanui7WrsSZmB" width="221" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />Just few steps from the gate and new life awaited him abroad. What a bliss to just wash his hands from all this. He almost could taste of a ice cold Pina Colada in his mouth.<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgopIEI6bUrku31aaIZzwIRVz2lN8scOn8KQPQXcCjfz2YTNuuntUx6BkmkoI-Q88nRKRWopsCmKKE3yzaM4twv_dAaGeXHgPOAi57cykybk4FWsPk5rC5E4VlPKAyUKbHGuugnxzCnL2hzLFqQHBOWTs63puZm8FC2xp-yQtfDKF1g-cvpx4ujJQZGItuK" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1784" data-original-width="1686" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgopIEI6bUrku31aaIZzwIRVz2lN8scOn8KQPQXcCjfz2YTNuuntUx6BkmkoI-Q88nRKRWopsCmKKE3yzaM4twv_dAaGeXHgPOAi57cykybk4FWsPk5rC5E4VlPKAyUKbHGuugnxzCnL2hzLFqQHBOWTs63puZm8FC2xp-yQtfDKF1g-cvpx4ujJQZGItuK=w378-h400" width="378" /></a></div><br /><br />- Signor Lombardi? He hears someone calling him.<br />- Yes?<p></p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiLF-QPOpJpbb6edPphUbCfyQxK-VvEI4JY1r0LmAYuGDaw9IckV1JcrQs26GvR67DTcsbnYacxrits8hAHfILwuTyJUPIIWcdKQ3hEZjKSJkqf_DIbCrhqndgnCdVr1I65g-fdKacJEMzkYyKkqeRSXSwj4tAWXibSeNc4VaUoQOEpOoDvLl3p9gxDWOBZ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1760" data-original-width="1672" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiLF-QPOpJpbb6edPphUbCfyQxK-VvEI4JY1r0LmAYuGDaw9IckV1JcrQs26GvR67DTcsbnYacxrits8hAHfILwuTyJUPIIWcdKQ3hEZjKSJkqf_DIbCrhqndgnCdVr1I65g-fdKacJEMzkYyKkqeRSXSwj4tAWXibSeNc4VaUoQOEpOoDvLl3p9gxDWOBZ=w304-h320" width="304" /></a></div><br />- Should I rather call you Signor Morelli? The man says and Morelli knows his cover is blown. He makes last desperate dash for the gate and the airplane waiting for him.<p></p><p><br />Tomas smirks. Go ahead and try to run. There's nowhere to go.<br />_________________________</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEidxwtPBefbFhNlt3cPPq_532l2_CTSjeV5PMR4yMehDisIcNmwCXM_o8PgWRWT9AXyEYEyL9xue-YpxZCgSpG-7oz96mRErhiEQvaRQrU5WLhpbdG4Pej-JUtN2GitW98CYSwET-RMaINDIEMRLSZOdVPlBM5FjXkm4VkzgPOz6FHuGAMhPg3KTQjchloX" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1770" data-original-width="1720" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEidxwtPBefbFhNlt3cPPq_532l2_CTSjeV5PMR4yMehDisIcNmwCXM_o8PgWRWT9AXyEYEyL9xue-YpxZCgSpG-7oz96mRErhiEQvaRQrU5WLhpbdG4Pej-JUtN2GitW98CYSwET-RMaINDIEMRLSZOdVPlBM5FjXkm4VkzgPOz6FHuGAMhPg3KTQjchloX" width="233" /></a></div><br /><br /><b> Andreea stares from the window, smoking. </b>Tomas let’s himself to look at her. Really look at her. She was fine woman. The way she handled Morelli’s interrogation and now just elegantly stands there. In another time, another situation things could have been diffirent. He lets out a small sigh and Andreea turns her head.<p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><br /></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><br /> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh_zh0SqX8autBesuA9tHkzbrH5-czq2nquaAyhWf1pLKP3zXTaF495_2F9jROY8c6RHnxo1kvtCqH-T3pzbtd42yf61aBrKqha5123PyZ2nDH7SM3g96r76Ofc6SXxdhkvsE1kkfkv2L-N3IbsJjARtIFIgK3oi8oZNnXsA9mYNqg_vxeorBwa39rOCCoP" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1762" data-original-width="1672" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh_zh0SqX8autBesuA9tHkzbrH5-czq2nquaAyhWf1pLKP3zXTaF495_2F9jROY8c6RHnxo1kvtCqH-T3pzbtd42yf61aBrKqha5123PyZ2nDH7SM3g96r76Ofc6SXxdhkvsE1kkfkv2L-N3IbsJjARtIFIgK3oi8oZNnXsA9mYNqg_vxeorBwa39rOCCoP" width="228" /></a></div><br />– I see you are leaving, she mentions.<br />– Yes. My work is done here. We got the AFDA leaks and got it confirmed.<br />Andreea nods.<p></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEigS2CtBv6emjq0kmDVYZ1DEJVoznZjHKmW3mJhVgiZWqEJSfBqdoxhKM-UqPxgcJvt4E8M4D6ziNJMamiAJvqsaspyicsJu6b0VuACQsExlGsWJWjZB35PdDTVUKMQN000DwSQGq1PmQFBIK30YRb2RnfnVCNUBZdKya0N7-jHy4WICxzvkb7NZFp1PVPo" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1776" data-original-width="1654" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEigS2CtBv6emjq0kmDVYZ1DEJVoznZjHKmW3mJhVgiZWqEJSfBqdoxhKM-UqPxgcJvt4E8M4D6ziNJMamiAJvqsaspyicsJu6b0VuACQsExlGsWJWjZB35PdDTVUKMQN000DwSQGq1PmQFBIK30YRb2RnfnVCNUBZdKya0N7-jHy4WICxzvkb7NZFp1PVPo" width="224" /></a></div><br /><br />– I know. You are called back. I’ll finish little later with this hocus pocus mess.<br />– Talking about that, Tomas frowns. – I left you the copies of the information I got. Also… I heard amethysts would be really suitable to wear now.<br />Andreea narrows her eyes at him with light suspicion.<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEid-__RZuDL6mm6I3Fe_AZJoPaIeNc0ljDkw0imwbw-65c_oI1G11Ffuuu9toTOOahrxowZCbUb7T4X07dOi1oTs3GqCsoB0xkOUIHReUipDq2bWBuRJ3J1rlnVeMmMVIV-xhfbQrH6PE6DETsSbAN4UBiqIYzKdK_vDm1bZWw0K84rnsMuza9dpTitk1BV" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1762" data-original-width="1626" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEid-__RZuDL6mm6I3Fe_AZJoPaIeNc0ljDkw0imwbw-65c_oI1G11Ffuuu9toTOOahrxowZCbUb7T4X07dOi1oTs3GqCsoB0xkOUIHReUipDq2bWBuRJ3J1rlnVeMmMVIV-xhfbQrH6PE6DETsSbAN4UBiqIYzKdK_vDm1bZWw0K84rnsMuza9dpTitk1BV" width="221" /></a></div><br /><br />– Just saying, Tomas rubs his temple. – Anyway. I should get going if I plan to catch my flight. It’s been a pl--<p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjVhgAH01i9VB_HcWzv3b-bnP_Y-RhpZKuczinG7MUncYFnE2NzRwR_v3HdOe0RhgErrCkbZjtC83WOCTs56bCCmvT6s-wZ40unF0NQPZrBhZltm_-O3KfwE34AM9C_a6zYiqD572VPXGDMzWnJCH9utRrhGqj040MnVJ5HuEKfCIF26g13kSJn1egE5wRF" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1780" data-original-width="1628" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjVhgAH01i9VB_HcWzv3b-bnP_Y-RhpZKuczinG7MUncYFnE2NzRwR_v3HdOe0RhgErrCkbZjtC83WOCTs56bCCmvT6s-wZ40unF0NQPZrBhZltm_-O3KfwE34AM9C_a6zYiqD572VPXGDMzWnJCH9utRrhGqj040MnVJ5HuEKfCIF26g13kSJn1egE5wRF=w367-h400" width="367" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjrXwgVAodEtTefZ4JamnaKlPKPhwabfpmiwjm-JL36BpVww2zOkOidHDL5XJ2Snt8lWgXu4NH5GfyGO1KQBRv0Pgpm4YV7VwM0zxnZIcKDUFA4DJ08eZRQyO5uURHBFlrRGw7PiqnrnXHQEphKzoZAld0AEfXKC8iDSBq7bbxsp77-lR0hmY57T2SgYO0m" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1780" data-original-width="1688" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjrXwgVAodEtTefZ4JamnaKlPKPhwabfpmiwjm-JL36BpVww2zOkOidHDL5XJ2Snt8lWgXu4NH5GfyGO1KQBRv0Pgpm4YV7VwM0zxnZIcKDUFA4DJ08eZRQyO5uURHBFlrRGw7PiqnrnXHQEphKzoZAld0AEfXKC8iDSBq7bbxsp77-lR0hmY57T2SgYO0m" width="228" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p>- Don’t mention it, Andreea cuts him off. – Seriously. Don’t. She takes Tomas outstretched hand, shakes it as a goodbye. They hold hands a moment longer than needed and then part slowly, fingertips slowly brushing the palms.<br />– Stay safe.<br />– You too.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg6XU2wStmX-JUVKWK7J_zRc38DQ4zVOEs71i1KtpQcl0vjdPpQFBM1DAAwauib2aDDNDfdTkHXWpi_J_KRFoUsIIJ-YIp-fykPO5lGz3uUAEh9A4sM7gMeiMCXkaUYFBkh1dhJPko-07iDExFmiTTRYjuHhSN2CAyI2jS6jrXKmYIliPP6eJ4WqIRxgHdM" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1748" data-original-width="1734" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg6XU2wStmX-JUVKWK7J_zRc38DQ4zVOEs71i1KtpQcl0vjdPpQFBM1DAAwauib2aDDNDfdTkHXWpi_J_KRFoUsIIJ-YIp-fykPO5lGz3uUAEh9A4sM7gMeiMCXkaUYFBkh1dhJPko-07iDExFmiTTRYjuHhSN2CAyI2jS6jrXKmYIliPP6eJ4WqIRxgHdM" width="238" /></a></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>____________</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgmTSSG3lH-TALdUNxzSASMvtL0NsENxIDHKvN-yBLvXdIEIhDyUe7S4PzHkBnGj27fP5dF9oIEQ8I6gDr62PFEjDmQumLFcdk__NfeNJ6-C7CPgJER-yVAi2JCQRLuB6KQmqSgQykghKNeVjSj44rvJ8MlvX_7cC_y_GJJfceDNbBKv1KbFcYytxYBhE9w" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1776" data-original-width="1748" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgmTSSG3lH-TALdUNxzSASMvtL0NsENxIDHKvN-yBLvXdIEIhDyUe7S4PzHkBnGj27fP5dF9oIEQ8I6gDr62PFEjDmQumLFcdk__NfeNJ6-C7CPgJER-yVAi2JCQRLuB6KQmqSgQykghKNeVjSj44rvJ8MlvX_7cC_y_GJJfceDNbBKv1KbFcYytxYBhE9w=w393-h400" width="393" /></a></div> <p></p><p><b>Andreea closes her eyes and takes a deep sigh.</b> He’s gone now and she’s safe again. She doesn’t even know how to contact him even if she would want to. They protect their private lives to the max and for a good cause. He probably goes after that woman he used to date. Good.<br /><br />Andreea hopes Tomas could be happy in his own life and she… she would lock these feelings away like she's used to do. Lick her wounds in secrecy. Then she notices luxurious gift box left on the table. She approached it with great suspicion.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjZjVteIavzZ_kehNActyTzrXQ3bibpoYceK-uP4wfpDdKaK13hbzZ15_zwEw9t5g10beShToQUvr4qgRWHBA5fvcKsVZugUPjJSx3GB3uT2L1EjTHYWA5AvJA8HrfTOLgglNiARNsoNwcauBLrcSd4JHxBXYAyk73LORnIsPNEmfYVxlziQL8Fbyygxbhv" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1770" data-original-width="1680" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjZjVteIavzZ_kehNActyTzrXQ3bibpoYceK-uP4wfpDdKaK13hbzZ15_zwEw9t5g10beShToQUvr4qgRWHBA5fvcKsVZugUPjJSx3GB3uT2L1EjTHYWA5AvJA8HrfTOLgglNiARNsoNwcauBLrcSd4JHxBXYAyk73LORnIsPNEmfYVxlziQL8Fbyygxbhv=w380-h400" width="380" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />No. No he didn’t. Jansen, You sentimental fool!<p></p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhlaDCh8p00EA4g-lStIR-DQp7GigiFEVEEPNH2u7r9Ukepxk1hVG9nvRVakeluqGAiC7AyqR2dEg14HKfGjrMV4Z0pb8jSAOjVfl3MOE5KTRpnQopDrxuKQmxAv86l7STZW3PzNTR7jvl0rN9QKjITx8aXTVpywiLGUbs0QucTtU3N81vbsxzVlL-7Gn8f" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1760" data-original-width="1646" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhlaDCh8p00EA4g-lStIR-DQp7GigiFEVEEPNH2u7r9Ukepxk1hVG9nvRVakeluqGAiC7AyqR2dEg14HKfGjrMV4Z0pb8jSAOjVfl3MOE5KTRpnQopDrxuKQmxAv86l7STZW3PzNTR7jvl0rN9QKjITx8aXTVpywiLGUbs0QucTtU3N81vbsxzVlL-7Gn8f" width="224" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />She picked up a card saying Thank you for everything and his initials under that. Andreea’s lips pinned together in thin line. Like she would be some whore with a payment from her services. She opens the gift box, looked at the beautiful piece of jewellery and makes even deeper frown. They were just her style. Golden long drops with purple amethysts embedded into them.<p></p><p></p><p></p><p><br /><br /> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>Just let it go. Let it go girl. You’re no one’s rebound. But still some burning, betraying tears roll over her cheeks. Forget it. He belongs to someone else.</p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEienVBG3PadvMqtxXUj3mgw6p1eY8wf4TYgcdCpIK0euX4d6-JQcfAuRsnSjWNPOc4-GMuTIlWb_GYTtOVnsKTcZOF4h0Ak_VKg5bobNA-Ni9NVq2NSYnXsiVvrKW0Z6AASb4L2HlINoMbdEnFxDpvwuyC-_xZO_QraD-bdnjqfvALme1YVFxy7ldENPOIy" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1768" data-original-width="1738" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEienVBG3PadvMqtxXUj3mgw6p1eY8wf4TYgcdCpIK0euX4d6-JQcfAuRsnSjWNPOc4-GMuTIlWb_GYTtOVnsKTcZOF4h0Ak_VKg5bobNA-Ni9NVq2NSYnXsiVvrKW0Z6AASb4L2HlINoMbdEnFxDpvwuyC-_xZO_QraD-bdnjqfvALme1YVFxy7ldENPOIy=w629-h640" width="629" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>*This is the last part of #crossover with @malcojojo_onesixgo</b><br /><b>- don't forget to follow his story to see what Vitale and witches do after this! </b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>Thank you Malcolm. This was great project together! Enjoyed all the planning together!*</b><br /></p>malcoJOJOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12362522805988503279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8386728540021864055.post-82294712964282750722024-03-05T10:30:00.000-08:002024-03-06T11:16:06.494-08:00The Italy Crossover - 2022 - PART 08 - Meeting Morte Bianca<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgc-2s9bVeFASqGoKOpYcCWxQhfuggfS0k-ULKu-Fv_4VVK1DeRsN2Bc5oKxcruOs4TRaDe63NKkpskHKMg1YOMExhOlOMVZkg8w9C20dx1rXl5UuLcf3k94S7IxHKQOH06-Aa_VWjGn60dysN8cHqRt2AHzsew5SAfuD1s5RyyOuZCBWSWKIO3xxFihi-G" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgc-2s9bVeFASqGoKOpYcCWxQhfuggfS0k-ULKu-Fv_4VVK1DeRsN2Bc5oKxcruOs4TRaDe63NKkpskHKMg1YOMExhOlOMVZkg8w9C20dx1rXl5UuLcf3k94S7IxHKQOH06-Aa_VWjGn60dysN8cHqRt2AHzsew5SAfuD1s5RyyOuZCBWSWKIO3xxFihi-G=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><p><b>Meeting Morte Bianca - Part 01</b> </p><p><br /></p><p>Vitale is walked down a long hallway that seems to bend at odd angles.
He and Petri pass through several doors and by the end, Vitale is
completely confused as to where they are and where they started. Smart,
he thinks - if he did manage to get away from Petri, he'd have no idea
where to run. </p><p>The last door opens and a floral scent hits Vitale. His
eyes water.
Inside the room, the lights are low. It's warm and cozy where the rest
of the house seemed cold and grim. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjm26CtK8TvReP5TjIJwKeAvaQcvA2eXovOZeT0rqDO8BPPy0GziW2OV96bWvPv9jDzyhwnxr-LuIs8OkdR2yjw3SIdC9LTka45p4UYC4MxCDdtw0GrbwtGCCAcdBmbowDxiL0cKnRM_9uKuAALVeEEzgDdX-WMgtgpafruulMFVAyLpbmK6Vb91NaaX41z" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjm26CtK8TvReP5TjIJwKeAvaQcvA2eXovOZeT0rqDO8BPPy0GziW2OV96bWvPv9jDzyhwnxr-LuIs8OkdR2yjw3SIdC9LTka45p4UYC4MxCDdtw0GrbwtGCCAcdBmbowDxiL0cKnRM_9uKuAALVeEEzgDdX-WMgtgpafruulMFVAyLpbmK6Vb91NaaX41z" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /> <p></p><p>Four figures are inside and Vitale
sees that one is Detective Zampa. He smiles at her, happy that she's
alive. </p><p>Someone strokes Zampa like some sort of pet. Tall...blonde.... Vitale
puts his money on it being Danuta Szymańska. </p><p>The one in white, the Morte
Bianca woman. But, she doesn't look like she's 101 years old. And the
other - she looks like a statue and Vitale isn't sure if she's real or
set decoration until the massive sickle in her hand twists slightly. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg_BjuOsPmxz71NsDikzjbhWPRF_hMwG07RjL0shfdb1MyJyJI0MHykLR7V8aPMSlWCJbHJQjm1vqO6ej32-GJqgT5ickZHqC5cDL6Nq6NaaiDAg6XSjpIzS974LwqeWZauW6C82iPbrp9wUkz0rr8k9aPZboRypaRiOqqAXjMKEyNQ09SiBBxDL2eJUeh4" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg_BjuOsPmxz71NsDikzjbhWPRF_hMwG07RjL0shfdb1MyJyJI0MHykLR7V8aPMSlWCJbHJQjm1vqO6ej32-GJqgT5ickZHqC5cDL6Nq6NaaiDAg6XSjpIzS974LwqeWZauW6C82iPbrp9wUkz0rr8k9aPZboRypaRiOqqAXjMKEyNQ09SiBBxDL2eJUeh4" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p> "Petri, please remove those awful cuffs from our guest." Elke's voice is
soft and kind. "We're so sorry for this little...episode, Detective." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjE0GpPirSNEJpEzPd680XkPWKQpB7feg3Z3udsknNG9L_ime90bf8_5wRWgrgj2jzETczMYb5YFPDRc5BPeeYUFroiKXj-KNd3l0uL808tX33jBGU7Wk40jmlVg6xOBIAC11M8RBWYFr2_M0WsztV6QFpRMU3NUNSfc6CQQ3lyA-sLpumAiZsmM1EX-vw3" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjE0GpPirSNEJpEzPd680XkPWKQpB7feg3Z3udsknNG9L_ime90bf8_5wRWgrgj2jzETczMYb5YFPDRc5BPeeYUFroiKXj-KNd3l0uL808tX33jBGU7Wk40jmlVg6xOBIAC11M8RBWYFr2_M0WsztV6QFpRMU3NUNSfc6CQQ3lyA-sLpumAiZsmM1EX-vw3" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p><b>Meeting Morte Bianca - Part 02
</b> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhpmObuLCPyzOLJpPbKPSGEPxpma8wu7RZnP5uRNd-zNKS2bFEWWSo_0sBIjkVXZx55Z737Zk8IC5kX3zNR9cd8Uc5udjSoz_VD2f7NBS6BrOYRH1-B98FJgJWpw-yqvOdXz1OYUk7E4D4cD6GMFmcnkt_lYuB1tHSC2h1OKa3UK-sEL4pxCgsizJwiRAyI" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhpmObuLCPyzOLJpPbKPSGEPxpma8wu7RZnP5uRNd-zNKS2bFEWWSo_0sBIjkVXZx55Z737Zk8IC5kX3zNR9cd8Uc5udjSoz_VD2f7NBS6BrOYRH1-B98FJgJWpw-yqvOdXz1OYUk7E4D4cD6GMFmcnkt_lYuB1tHSC2h1OKa3UK-sEL4pxCgsizJwiRAyI" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Detective Zampa looks at Vitale. She looks sad and scared, but strong. </p><p>"You're alive." </p><p>"You are too." Vitale smiles, hoping she gets his meaning. </p><p>She seems to
when she sits up - remaining strong. </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>"Let's start things off with a little refreshment. Your favorite
indulgence, I believe?" Elke motions to the J&B on the table.
"Please..." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhVX4dxpxhq5s9Qmhv6OYuSYZdhY8xprQbYGFp3j9Ucl0Cntge-DRbOQByQV8RVHjoUdK_oo310dPSU1z-Kt_z2mrsre8PG3jHw2y3w0lTPX2fDVUBzzmPASbJUIr_0pUdhzHbf83DLj7aEX4jKsqmR4okMjkFDZdbO1qAkv7JGTDlxCqHG9YdlfVSeFhq9" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhVX4dxpxhq5s9Qmhv6OYuSYZdhY8xprQbYGFp3j9Ucl0Cntge-DRbOQByQV8RVHjoUdK_oo310dPSU1z-Kt_z2mrsre8PG3jHw2y3w0lTPX2fDVUBzzmPASbJUIr_0pUdhzHbf83DLj7aEX4jKsqmR4okMjkFDZdbO1qAkv7JGTDlxCqHG9YdlfVSeFhq9" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Vitale looks at the glass and bottle. It looks like they grabbed his
Daniele Villanueva files. Part of him really wants a drink right now,
but the situation makes him think better of it. </p><p>"No thank you." </p><p>The blonde moves to him, ax in hand. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhzaOx29ckNyPAhckdYC6HUz6mYeZcO5T1iH9v7Fi6nbkH59L95OfT1KDunbCjUK7-CTeIgBzFyjCIGDgXSyuuJXEteVEGHqM5VOCtoLCtnh753nBRe0XbYJK4SwcNlHW9G6BkzcpTo_EHyL6TePUcCyM-F7FKtkLeITRJ6Dj0Nv1Wm39lxzME2yGJax6CY" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhzaOx29ckNyPAhckdYC6HUz6mYeZcO5T1iH9v7Fi6nbkH59L95OfT1KDunbCjUK7-CTeIgBzFyjCIGDgXSyuuJXEteVEGHqM5VOCtoLCtnh753nBRe0XbYJK4SwcNlHW9G6BkzcpTo_EHyL6TePUcCyM-F7FKtkLeITRJ6Dj0Nv1Wm39lxzME2yGJax6CY=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"Drink the f^cking drink or I'll
break your jaw and toss it in myself." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhjFW8VlwONovQhvRZiGmj_SFNzQ5uLbwsrx_kyCfnZzQ6m3uVCFWSiDhHyIyX5GqYBsRNXWZO9HNTXjnlBpi0l7b3sWZIJg73RQxmE0s3s07k2i3wYxb-MN0Etl1W_LpaiE_5KI5D-nPrP6EydnBfLxYMK65xdy5FtJDsLCuIHMOZ9iPbT9dtB6R534vFe" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhjFW8VlwONovQhvRZiGmj_SFNzQ5uLbwsrx_kyCfnZzQ6m3uVCFWSiDhHyIyX5GqYBsRNXWZO9HNTXjnlBpi0l7b3sWZIJg73RQxmE0s3s07k2i3wYxb-MN0Etl1W_LpaiE_5KI5D-nPrP6EydnBfLxYMK65xdy5FtJDsLCuIHMOZ9iPbT9dtB6R534vFe" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Vitale hears the accent, probably Polish. He takes the glass and the
woman taps it with her ax. He smells it, then takes a sip. He stares at
the women. "Delicious," he says blankly. "Thank you for the hospitality.
Now, Detectives Zampa and Segreto and I would like to leave." He frowns
as the blonde and the woman in red laugh. </p><p>Elke frowns under the mask wondering why Vitale isn't swooning from the
drink. She'd address that later.</p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhttHkdf2H9k7pZWzpaIgW9YIo4-kypYa7mmjzvXM6cd2hvAguT1x7LGUcB88lJNTceOOCzpneCVyxeU_2w6a5yxOyvwtPIohd0-9bXsvSga7M9UMukLWdr9R31drYGn-wlSSkRuM8qGdOkGPuNliOY7yAQrUH1CTQBVoO_5Da4DyYTnNXADYfXAGno5tM2" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhttHkdf2H9k7pZWzpaIgW9YIo4-kypYa7mmjzvXM6cd2hvAguT1x7LGUcB88lJNTceOOCzpneCVyxeU_2w6a5yxOyvwtPIohd0-9bXsvSga7M9UMukLWdr9R31drYGn-wlSSkRuM8qGdOkGPuNliOY7yAQrUH1CTQBVoO_5Da4DyYTnNXADYfXAGno5tM2" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p><b>Meeting Morte Bianca - Part 03</b> </p><p> "Detective, we seem to have come to a crossroads. You have become
involved in a situation that's bigger than you and your...organization."
Elke smiles behind the mask. "Unfortunate for us both. However, I
believe we can come to a resolution that suits us both. One you all can
walk away from." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEib1JCcRcRlH8HI3hqgfkoWaUk0MfGqry1srTkvPnjV-2II7YYkxa8m_0KBDzG8bOuYnZDpC4SdwZCYm4GR8PFQlMlgEuEOT45PBo4c2Sr-HYlGYBQG6BxqFA6tkmI-LXRP2UXKGH82jls3auGqHKAHc7IY7GwwFygqe7eI71hndO6aaN1Ce4DuhAIeEd3_" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEib1JCcRcRlH8HI3hqgfkoWaUk0MfGqry1srTkvPnjV-2II7YYkxa8m_0KBDzG8bOuYnZDpC4SdwZCYm4GR8PFQlMlgEuEOT45PBo4c2Sr-HYlGYBQG6BxqFA6tkmI-LXRP2UXKGH82jls3auGqHKAHc7IY7GwwFygqe7eI71hndO6aaN1Ce4DuhAIeEd3_" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Detective Vitale smiles. "Where we arrest you all for murder,
kidnapping, and various other things?" He hopes his voice sounds more
calm than he actually feels. </p><p>The blur of movement that happens next must
be some trick of the light. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi0D7GIT3ndyEUnYGo61zeVJgFGuyT0XA5WpRzDDutpwWs1A9Qzjt95fkD5ovYVGtN8wYeZGtj811nifG0SHvlL2w3z9BrLsNk9Fi2ybmp8X6YEdaGkGct8cAnfsqcfXUY_9jIkk7e2rphBW_LkbvuYNlhoGzQqrWAWH1RWyPXxmUXzh0cBPMsJZIAHNoTn" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi0D7GIT3ndyEUnYGo61zeVJgFGuyT0XA5WpRzDDutpwWs1A9Qzjt95fkD5ovYVGtN8wYeZGtj811nifG0SHvlL2w3z9BrLsNk9Fi2ybmp8X6YEdaGkGct8cAnfsqcfXUY_9jIkk7e2rphBW_LkbvuYNlhoGzQqrWAWH1RWyPXxmUXzh0cBPMsJZIAHNoTn" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgXcf8HGOGT5Ii8eWA1ZnJjYXaqo1z3UEEiW5JD9KKt7ZWfFrDYR8cFmqnwJ4WdpED6oEsOJZHrbN596ZGLXGbiCGwodAtUWcyH2SRGTyRH3YvvJgPBzSs62XdUad4b5l56U_D698Irnbur8fEgjQbnqcsJkyOKIHg2qTro32Mln1mDmDV8YqrLWM5rY7LK" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgXcf8HGOGT5Ii8eWA1ZnJjYXaqo1z3UEEiW5JD9KKt7ZWfFrDYR8cFmqnwJ4WdpED6oEsOJZHrbN596ZGLXGbiCGwodAtUWcyH2SRGTyRH3YvvJgPBzSs62XdUad4b5l56U_D698Irnbur8fEgjQbnqcsJkyOKIHg2qTro32Mln1mDmDV8YqrLWM5rY7LK=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Elke moves on him quickly, suddenly before him. Her voice drifts to him
quietly. </p><p>"I can hear the fear in your voice and you are not wrong. You
should be scared, Angelo. Terrified. You are not in control here. You've
never been in control and you know it. Your world - the world of your
laws, it means nothing to us. Nothing." </p><p>Vitale's concern grows. He thinks they are some anarchist cult and
starts to worry more. </p><p>Elke rests her hands on Vitale's shoulders. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgXBxEXmymWtc9EPsr5Ww4Y81KWWOYqZMjmhf3BtaMG0yyljrwc08ncSeqKqXCj-orMOQFpHjZpinKijAfRU8RDb2aa7NRG2LURNL1ndqNKxCMQTCzbtiH7QHEzmzVGw5cQWYu5679DAEseHc9qQHjDAZrNTZbEZ9pIryINQojAZrHvF_D9DBuIvKG4KcHb" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgXBxEXmymWtc9EPsr5Ww4Y81KWWOYqZMjmhf3BtaMG0yyljrwc08ncSeqKqXCj-orMOQFpHjZpinKijAfRU8RDb2aa7NRG2LURNL1ndqNKxCMQTCzbtiH7QHEzmzVGw5cQWYu5679DAEseHc9qQHjDAZrNTZbEZ9pIryINQojAZrHvF_D9DBuIvKG4KcHb=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>"Detective...you do
understand that with one sweep of my hand...you, Pietronella here, Marco
down in the cellar...and your beautiful wife Angela...could just
disappear? Either quietly or painfully over months and months." She
gives his shoulders a gentle squeeze. They are so tense that it makes
her happy. <br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhW0_w7_GIwv42iC2c1PKN80qAfVFeIgpN-mZePQLcHEvrxEnQ7tdRcdiH-XYAb39ku183ESdnVckM33KXlgV9ucWu1slus7JTGN5r45TAzfU0cy2S5n1F4nMETBbK-TvMR0RQAvRFtDsUj5SlUKMQYK5cKH6Bw4nbfXOlv29Y7OiXmf7ZoIuL7lw1F5aEQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhW0_w7_GIwv42iC2c1PKN80qAfVFeIgpN-mZePQLcHEvrxEnQ7tdRcdiH-XYAb39ku183ESdnVckM33KXlgV9ucWu1slus7JTGN5r45TAzfU0cy2S5n1F4nMETBbK-TvMR0RQAvRFtDsUj5SlUKMQYK5cKH6Bw4nbfXOlv29Y7OiXmf7ZoIuL7lw1F5aEQ" width="240" /></a></div><br /><br /><b>Meeting Morte Bianca - Part 04</b> <p></p><p>Elke stares at Vitale for a moment, then she whispers, "Please show
Detective Vitale the grave nature of their situation." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi46g--EYxZBNXw1zoH25hRB7SLI9sfRgmAXyd_FFYAvufZnGZT3ny9VzqdLguaXVZbsGyIwcNv23z0uS2jvF9z1NZOjaZH_01npWkGvRdWZp8MDVF1nPBYGYh2uhn53cqn_Xwgakf7Zd6MHlgkwPZLdbPcKXKnTLxkqx-G7q2KuPb8iN24WZQIswojyy1f" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi46g--EYxZBNXw1zoH25hRB7SLI9sfRgmAXyd_FFYAvufZnGZT3ny9VzqdLguaXVZbsGyIwcNv23z0uS2jvF9z1NZOjaZH_01npWkGvRdWZp8MDVF1nPBYGYh2uhn53cqn_Xwgakf7Zd6MHlgkwPZLdbPcKXKnTLxkqx-G7q2KuPb8iN24WZQIswojyy1f" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>The big blonde grabs Zampa's head, yanks it back, and snarls out, "Do we
hack out some teeth, and eye, or her nose?" </p><p>Zampa tries to push the ax
away. </p><p>"OR JUST HACK OFF SOME FINGERS OR A F^CKING HAND?!" </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjAbE73X8QJGZAk2IgJ_vOI8QWJEA3MhV9nmMQ4J7VFhvdEfl7uAIqGU7lH6Cryotk2pc_KWHuO4afsJikDKxDLSL3J-RImO6LM8Aogguq5ZyQunzyN6WFuGq99Pv6hPqKZvXD_5ns7GYKorWxRlE-N2g0rcFhAqaL8vyuGxs34CMadW0D5q7p8N3q_0QgN" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjAbE73X8QJGZAk2IgJ_vOI8QWJEA3MhV9nmMQ4J7VFhvdEfl7uAIqGU7lH6Cryotk2pc_KWHuO4afsJikDKxDLSL3J-RImO6LM8Aogguq5ZyQunzyN6WFuGq99Pv6hPqKZvXD_5ns7GYKorWxRlE-N2g0rcFhAqaL8vyuGxs34CMadW0D5q7p8N3q_0QgN=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Elke sighs and raises her hands. "Life...death....or compromise,
Detective?" She turns and walks to Detective Zampa. She waves the ax
away, then says, "Pietronella here has been well taken care of. Lovely
accommodations, food, and comfort. We've explained our plight and how we
can all benefit from this...situation." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhtTqo-llyjyDoStMxBvYJb6kFqkQ89gbWO_exztxmCU0oOqqm0Lv7GXyOgeZUgV1vhqCDkFTgXgJk3nol5GR5DkbPNNtbkhy9j-WiL62UG_Mf6GsyjJBQ5Vs5ul9EHKBfPrGXvVYrLrWlVMKlC22A63CGyvU4Pxc1skmefyFQYxOsRDlXTMnnYT00bap7C" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhtTqo-llyjyDoStMxBvYJb6kFqkQ89gbWO_exztxmCU0oOqqm0Lv7GXyOgeZUgV1vhqCDkFTgXgJk3nol5GR5DkbPNNtbkhy9j-WiL62UG_Mf6GsyjJBQ5Vs5ul9EHKBfPrGXvVYrLrWlVMKlC22A63CGyvU4Pxc1skmefyFQYxOsRDlXTMnnYT00bap7C" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Zampa blurts out, "She said that she's trying to find
these...people...and that once she does, she's leaving. Offered us
Chescu...Sorellani....Petchelli...all served up on a silver platter if
we just leave her alone." </p><p>She can see Vitale's eyes go wide at the list.
Heavy hitters that do far more damage than this White death and her
people have done. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEghRGGJgvQE4aW4CXX0XdSAti2-fYTh7cOW-k739ZymRdT8Cjok5AEdX0kFE2ZKXZo0mfRjOgZ3aRJArVLML88VfJFstjv9H3C2SQZEm_rd7v3p_FH0T_eZSMsPj1BNn47JZeQgJSGxr7g9oB637SSI36LUJDqPa8EwxBZx06OnUAbS8lR9-gb-oFiXOnAj" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEghRGGJgvQE4aW4CXX0XdSAti2-fYTh7cOW-k739ZymRdT8Cjok5AEdX0kFE2ZKXZo0mfRjOgZ3aRJArVLML88VfJFstjv9H3C2SQZEm_rd7v3p_FH0T_eZSMsPj1BNn47JZeQgJSGxr7g9oB637SSI36LUJDqPa8EwxBZx06OnUAbS8lR9-gb-oFiXOnAj" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"We just need to...look the other way, Angelo." Tears
well in her eyes as she whispers, "I don't want to die...."</p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgNkdxIvc_qjK1nNiEhtAHYrWgrKU-RMz3Dr7GcUtu2KbRhPj62okrOoP4o_NiZa_ke534wXagSLXE30IhVPreWU9phoTkvdug6JH6CeOIKkPqffU5qWL22G1XD8ZQfnAex7vhhkqtmZ5LadFyA-l7xz17iV4IO0KoPoP9R7G0NgceqpRIazm3swEzxvG4e" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgNkdxIvc_qjK1nNiEhtAHYrWgrKU-RMz3Dr7GcUtu2KbRhPj62okrOoP4o_NiZa_ke534wXagSLXE30IhVPreWU9phoTkvdug6JH6CeOIKkPqffU5qWL22G1XD8ZQfnAex7vhhkqtmZ5LadFyA-l7xz17iV4IO0KoPoP9R7G0NgceqpRIazm3swEzxvG4e=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><b>Meeting Morte Bianca - Part 05</b> </p><p>"Do YOU want to die, Angelo?" She whispers, "Do you want your lovely
wife Angela to die? Detective Segreto's wife and his little girls...to
die? No...of course not." She puts her hands on her hips. "And, what
sort of damage have Chescu, Sorellani, and Petchelli caused with their
mob dealings, hmmm?" </p><p>Vitale knows exactly what kind of damage...and just how hard it's been
to get anything on I Tre Grandi. </p><p>"Petri, escort Detectives Vitale and Segreto to Detective Zampa's room -
uncuffed. See that they all get a nice meal. They have a lot of serious
thinking to do. I want an answer this evening, Detective." She pats his
face softly and Petri leads him out. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjW1j4-rkNTw_0olP3eQWeKIfiLhmG9RPC6ze6rbGqR0nyj9hDVAVA8DBzp38HtsZdSoj1VPljG6UP5UkMKg1yAym21-vnFfkapFvb6eRR1Th4s8NrGEhihjd0YwdmjQSGCP8-Sc3R4rVuzZLunC4jpndUfNhSRD2M6a5RUwqQ86Ov3yGNrFhBCNxf2I-p5" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjW1j4-rkNTw_0olP3eQWeKIfiLhmG9RPC6ze6rbGqR0nyj9hDVAVA8DBzp38HtsZdSoj1VPljG6UP5UkMKg1yAym21-vnFfkapFvb6eRR1Th4s8NrGEhihjd0YwdmjQSGCP8-Sc3R4rVuzZLunC4jpndUfNhSRD2M6a5RUwqQ86Ov3yGNrFhBCNxf2I-p5=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"And Zampa?" Vitale says over his shoulder. </p><p> "She'll join you shortly, Detective." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh05-SL005oQ_xAwcRfMQzZOiupEc4y82xkWZjx83T_Ex-Zfr5I02W02LaXwb2yDOHmcJuOkqkIg5MxgE3x5J6w-apQ5BcEY4nxhOZgQ4FI1VaSFlDW93I7v6x3QeTHyG5sHCsHJMsz0ziC9_0XF0DrrWN6jH1hogRNJgr5c5ZgLOZdVjYIGHRgA9rvmaFm" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh05-SL005oQ_xAwcRfMQzZOiupEc4y82xkWZjx83T_Ex-Zfr5I02W02LaXwb2yDOHmcJuOkqkIg5MxgE3x5J6w-apQ5BcEY4nxhOZgQ4FI1VaSFlDW93I7v6x3QeTHyG5sHCsHJMsz0ziC9_0XF0DrrWN6jH1hogRNJgr5c5ZgLOZdVjYIGHRgA9rvmaFm" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p><b>Elke taps the table.</b> "Danuta." </p><p>Danuta lifts Zampa up like a doll and moves her towards Elke. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhZ3Yk2X0vLkiBv_UFjz_AC_vsapaaDXtjIUFP-GRObuplUZupYnTIqSrXRXnxO9xksRUWGyijmC_tBzjlVwkNhZBZKBIdptlnATmaXmbfZLPTEN7q0Z7pHunM7Fp_jI5801s6TXHQ0FMMM6Xmd_9QZmCLtw5tiUMyzsioQsiAkr4Ihz_vm6stoAU3M0_l4" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhZ3Yk2X0vLkiBv_UFjz_AC_vsapaaDXtjIUFP-GRObuplUZupYnTIqSrXRXnxO9xksRUWGyijmC_tBzjlVwkNhZBZKBIdptlnATmaXmbfZLPTEN7q0Z7pHunM7Fp_jI5801s6TXHQ0FMMM6Xmd_9QZmCLtw5tiUMyzsioQsiAkr4Ihz_vm6stoAU3M0_l4" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Detective Zampa lifts her hands. "I did what you said. I followed
through." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgMyQv0vfGJDWJhI0WwNFv7qdczOFpfnfk6jL6N_1ltwdb12Hw3T-ziCoOF-b9ee5mqinpANKo-aTMV4RKwFDw6KwvHmmqIk81X3cgFTfZM090FyeEjco2-SuNP78ys6rtiwPVO7eDa8_qnIUutfMeYqbmBusiGGGfjug2qCmJTqJmJBcE3asQbiJ0x3G9T" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgMyQv0vfGJDWJhI0WwNFv7qdczOFpfnfk6jL6N_1ltwdb12Hw3T-ziCoOF-b9ee5mqinpANKo-aTMV4RKwFDw6KwvHmmqIk81X3cgFTfZM090FyeEjco2-SuNP78ys6rtiwPVO7eDa8_qnIUutfMeYqbmBusiGGGfjug2qCmJTqJmJBcE3asQbiJ0x3G9T" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Elke looks at her. "You did a lovely job, Petronella. I'm sure you
understand the path we are all on and the outcomes you and I would
prefer. Just make sure you help the other detectives see the path, then
everything will be just fine." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjQGC03wU_Lk8uDhozG-HKlmAxfXer3NTyV5GE5pylvBI_gHM6fURQTa74VI2EAKrgSurjw4y1IjZomSzzxLid7Hs7TenQfneSfU2tFZJsCQzUzBe-fUF45E99IBf78OXbdHPwAIqQrIc3dRXz5AuuBmIOpkHpFTmMt06CyBvf7spe62TsJWJhl2o877TLX" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjQGC03wU_Lk8uDhozG-HKlmAxfXer3NTyV5GE5pylvBI_gHM6fURQTa74VI2EAKrgSurjw4y1IjZomSzzxLid7Hs7TenQfneSfU2tFZJsCQzUzBe-fUF45E99IBf78OXbdHPwAIqQrIc3dRXz5AuuBmIOpkHpFTmMt06CyBvf7spe62TsJWJhl2o877TLX" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p> Detective Zampa looks at Elke with hope in her eyes, then gets pulled
away by Danuta. </p><p>Elke returns her gaze to the whiskey. </p><p>"Luciana...come."
The woman in red takes a few steps forward. </p><p>"Yes, Morte Bianca?"
"The whiskey. Did you see to it as I asked?" Elke's voice is like ice. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhANDNZH6fp_SLunMQ0ozpkCrJtyu3eT2wqiCS4MxePv3UXvC48N1bW-mHbUB1--G8cB4Fo6a0i1erpAfAlRHjbnGxZP3ntqfY3IwZ6ZSYCNjVEtZlAGbGEU6uv5ErL3943ixOjQsRipxq5WYEuzB1hX5yvPZ187s0YkTG95a8cAidkRTFTf0ROReLefa9o" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhANDNZH6fp_SLunMQ0ozpkCrJtyu3eT2wqiCS4MxePv3UXvC48N1bW-mHbUB1--G8cB4Fo6a0i1erpAfAlRHjbnGxZP3ntqfY3IwZ6ZSYCNjVEtZlAGbGEU6uv5ErL3943ixOjQsRipxq5WYEuzB1hX5yvPZ187s0YkTG95a8cAidkRTFTf0ROReLefa9o" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p> </p><p><b>Luciana can hear Elke's tone and goes on the defensive.</b> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhkIoskUiduyRITlOXBQHfwqOx25QkZpFI8wfKxx35g16-Z8Nok58JLTyrvv4kYwJlNa1fgq7dGZpqc9pXNJJJkecfyqUSb63uZh_HJBR6XqsHGlc_6i2QM_APh2161GlL7cG17xqVHdJSyp59BWXXUaJsncLMAu5NySLNgVedMGJ1dkyPT5IPpbfgKLFNH" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhkIoskUiduyRITlOXBQHfwqOx25QkZpFI8wfKxx35g16-Z8Nok58JLTyrvv4kYwJlNa1fgq7dGZpqc9pXNJJJkecfyqUSb63uZh_HJBR6XqsHGlc_6i2QM_APh2161GlL7cG17xqVHdJSyp59BWXXUaJsncLMAu5NySLNgVedMGJ1dkyPT5IPpbfgKLFNH" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"I did. I used
my deepest magic. He should have been BEGGING to do what you asked.
There must have been some sort of counter spell he had. Perhaps the same
one he used against the little blonde bitch and her perfume? The gypsy
woman's tricks. She--" She's cut off. </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjG4XH19hDbusVamJqiIu6EtiRMqf0kbYwD-_zoMXTOFY2W5BYjixBhoeNQylZ69Vlr3Z3bZa-vsVLG9DjnsrJlk9OlMai0amCE00O52d0hNdVJuQKuGzPnnNvXuz6LIu9DQCD8BPcXJQqdXEQ2TU664EBaenqQcy1HyIr80oflu2vtYRrPMl8HC6BCreXt" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjG4XH19hDbusVamJqiIu6EtiRMqf0kbYwD-_zoMXTOFY2W5BYjixBhoeNQylZ69Vlr3Z3bZa-vsVLG9DjnsrJlk9OlMai0amCE00O52d0hNdVJuQKuGzPnnNvXuz6LIu9DQCD8BPcXJQqdXEQ2TU664EBaenqQcy1HyIr80oflu2vtYRrPMl8HC6BCreXt" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p> </p><p>"Ah...Luciana remembers the gypsy woman that was working with his wife
now...after the fact. Wonderful." Elke drags her nails over the table.
"But she f^cking forgets to take that into account when making the items
I needed." </p><p>Luciana draws the sickle back. This horror. Abomination. She's going to
try to burn her for this. To remove her from the picture. She won't
stand for it. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgHgdME8g8bQmwM_DTx9MdDl_eRP0OctXlvnu4uBi28poilAQa9hXsOV8bAkAcN4YUHp3TOmAKWzYoDiQx_f9sxbH5GjkdjEY6DIDmrwU_YO6MZnDp_O_X5SBzJ-LjCInSFapw87KUukD8tLajEUVh6HUAz9D7Qy_a-K1k_j-t7W6GEnkygFndjzjRd3Anm" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgHgdME8g8bQmwM_DTx9MdDl_eRP0OctXlvnu4uBi28poilAQa9hXsOV8bAkAcN4YUHp3TOmAKWzYoDiQx_f9sxbH5GjkdjEY6DIDmrwU_YO6MZnDp_O_X5SBzJ-LjCInSFapw87KUukD8tLajEUVh6HUAz9D7Qy_a-K1k_j-t7W6GEnkygFndjzjRd3Anm=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"Promises and bonds were made, Giacomina! I will not stand
for this kind of treatment!" </p><p>"Ah...another crossroads. Another choice to be made. Choose wisely,
Little One." </p><p> Luciana draws the sickle back. </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj8_zNuMSAlBbeCdZDs1iFeGZTuSBNunoucX30ZTjHaUF6p0FVNap3QqwTe9bxmfajs7CKv3iFbw6GufK24RO7bc813qd7Y_iV98iK4AxQqGFQGuhz_JFJ_c6Tz0egekieUhsCnzjoueBy1G9CW_ZhySjnQL--BVOMSfaXK1d5zn60iOln_h5hNnrdyLmPx" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj8_zNuMSAlBbeCdZDs1iFeGZTuSBNunoucX30ZTjHaUF6p0FVNap3QqwTe9bxmfajs7CKv3iFbw6GufK24RO7bc813qd7Y_iV98iK4AxQqGFQGuhz_JFJ_c6Tz0egekieUhsCnzjoueBy1G9CW_ZhySjnQL--BVOMSfaXK1d5zn60iOln_h5hNnrdyLmPx=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><b>The dance of death begins and ends in a blink of an eye. </b> </p><p>Elke's hand slips under the table and back out again holding a massive
knife. Elke spins, drops to one knee, and brings the blade down hard and
fast on Luciana's wrist. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg_u76fZa3R1azAqGRIOgT7eERfkqY-PjndC2KxpNB_8VUxckS6bMuFgAfLD6_diuAW7eOXIH-5E_ZAe0QrxXtMpkUfzg4lwpkeK9p5kAyaXvoFzbSfEOnhUAcH50r3dhGgFcmoiNCo_AG8DK053w4piwmnVymc3Yo9clk3Keot5_ar2ob2YXcJuYDQcrvg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg_u76fZa3R1azAqGRIOgT7eERfkqY-PjndC2KxpNB_8VUxckS6bMuFgAfLD6_diuAW7eOXIH-5E_ZAe0QrxXtMpkUfzg4lwpkeK9p5kAyaXvoFzbSfEOnhUAcH50r3dhGgFcmoiNCo_AG8DK053w4piwmnVymc3Yo9clk3Keot5_ar2ob2YXcJuYDQcrvg=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>The blade cuts through like a hot knife
through butter and Luciana screams under her mask. </p><p>Elke brings the knife
up fast and drives it up and under Luciana's mouth at her neck. </p><p>Luciana feels the blade slip into her, piercing through her mouth,
tongue, nasal cavity, behind her eyes, and into her brain like a bolt of
fire. Then all goes dark for her as she falls backwards and hits the
floor. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgW-n3KxUASpT1lZ-czKRosQZbPUl-rniKWEawI_zTXlcgdLpQbXn5JeEl96-lXs5-JUE2MkthdmDwQe6XdLH16my9qBgJd3kjgaoPT15pM22Fhe10VSbBRNaCVHeinYZJBGLRO3bx-YtRvOs91rm2yeSqvCta9Ouh9Uy-wRZ_jao4yleQzGwLz6AB6cgUL" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgW-n3KxUASpT1lZ-czKRosQZbPUl-rniKWEawI_zTXlcgdLpQbXn5JeEl96-lXs5-JUE2MkthdmDwQe6XdLH16my9qBgJd3kjgaoPT15pM22Fhe10VSbBRNaCVHeinYZJBGLRO3bx-YtRvOs91rm2yeSqvCta9Ouh9Uy-wRZ_jao4yleQzGwLz6AB6cgUL" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Blood pools. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj-KyRkZ2JEoKc3BAXFFIKVEF9B9UKdOIQgNlwq8at9-_jQlSAYhlYSFqWKfRuKwnYRqhwgR6v-bbNeLjZOS4fGjTEepa57pvAZ98tU55HqS58iX6V3INwuZzLxoWpQqmW20EZ4Xdrl-ZU1pjLQvM9pJoX7--OhSD4_ZzG3rPuuw-7kJjj7bNQtPsReRQMF" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj-KyRkZ2JEoKc3BAXFFIKVEF9B9UKdOIQgNlwq8at9-_jQlSAYhlYSFqWKfRuKwnYRqhwgR6v-bbNeLjZOS4fGjTEepa57pvAZ98tU55HqS58iX6V3INwuZzLxoWpQqmW20EZ4Xdrl-ZU1pjLQvM9pJoX7--OhSD4_ZzG3rPuuw-7kJjj7bNQtPsReRQMF" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Elke wipes the blade on Luciana and stands. She removes the mask and
calls out, "You...here to me now." She watches the man...or what's left
of him...march towards her robotically. </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgarnx7owRF67GHdLWQMuWXmqnrML4w4DOOiaEuYVYCOo4O0OygauQd1bx-1vTZdjHo2ILlf6aQIOKGpiDRH2eIaNF0JoeJksXl_TVAN0nJQWKJtByz0nFemzRS9rObsSbMTlJnViOFozDHf1JRpmpoqBjaKPAe4fuwBVJ7aEbOqz42KaDwMYXSiPP_FwxW" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgarnx7owRF67GHdLWQMuWXmqnrML4w4DOOiaEuYVYCOo4O0OygauQd1bx-1vTZdjHo2ILlf6aQIOKGpiDRH2eIaNF0JoeJksXl_TVAN0nJQWKJtByz0nFemzRS9rObsSbMTlJnViOFozDHf1JRpmpoqBjaKPAe4fuwBVJ7aEbOqz42KaDwMYXSiPP_FwxW" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p> </p><p>"Yes, Morte Bianca?" Its voice is wet and gravelly behind the mask. </p><p>She snarls her lip. These things are outliving their welcome. </p><p>"Grab one
of those plastic sheets, wrap this woman in it, then take her to the
incinerator. Toss her in..." Elke thinks, "...then climb in after her.
Off you go." </p><p>"Yes, Morte Bianca." He starts the process and Elke returns to the
table. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiypg1B0vxSW-LsM9pW-BpZRVNxVx-lEJ26XvGGKjeoTSqSKOeVQ6SViR0AQj8X6eRr0BBl0wKCPxlOgCoUvMJIaPdU8KSHn3lEvbWgYVSLqLWlB8jhGTZEavTVcr-kT5bZP_jTZEygE205Aiv9WX6tK-murFkQJlO_ROy2qMsEmvJRcwNXRytrc-aOvTAv" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiypg1B0vxSW-LsM9pW-BpZRVNxVx-lEJ26XvGGKjeoTSqSKOeVQ6SViR0AQj8X6eRr0BBl0wKCPxlOgCoUvMJIaPdU8KSHn3lEvbWgYVSLqLWlB8jhGTZEavTVcr-kT5bZP_jTZEygE205Aiv9WX6tK-murFkQJlO_ROy2qMsEmvJRcwNXRytrc-aOvTAv=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiGluLmjI4TJ7YbQZbzKmXtlIzQO2bYLttBOqwnD5BiwzKH0BGjyM4vd9Z0S8iejhSkeSvyhIpYpzviNuSHW1IeVROVCukGH_gzscXjIJz98fPrVYfN85sH4xzWU3V9cyiVnTb_y4kdnj6hn1q2VrBIDn7R55o_E-ZeckNLbU9DKpuYQs7L8AZ3roZ_inVV" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiGluLmjI4TJ7YbQZbzKmXtlIzQO2bYLttBOqwnD5BiwzKH0BGjyM4vd9Z0S8iejhSkeSvyhIpYpzviNuSHW1IeVROVCukGH_gzscXjIJz98fPrVYfN85sH4xzWU3V9cyiVnTb_y4kdnj6hn1q2VrBIDn7R55o_E-ZeckNLbU9DKpuYQs7L8AZ3roZ_inVV" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"You should have stayed on the path, Daniele Villanueva. You
f^cking pain in the ass." She stares at her photo with hate. </p><p><br /></p><p>________________________</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiKLzhuul2iFuTXgsTPmsmUqNEkfLRHzt1yQ9xptbUqH2h5xQ5OjguqmTbJacEQN4l8imTlqgtJoQCEMpdVfRB1Q0O8BwPWALRYckpK95VtsKijcb28p2Gu1kwo_vfvDYJVyOChxVLWzxgw9FZAZtLagQnxkHXboaXWYnOe27DIR9Hp4pdfpUoXN-WNdo1K" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiKLzhuul2iFuTXgsTPmsmUqNEkfLRHzt1yQ9xptbUqH2h5xQ5OjguqmTbJacEQN4l8imTlqgtJoQCEMpdVfRB1Q0O8BwPWALRYckpK95VtsKijcb28p2Gu1kwo_vfvDYJVyOChxVLWzxgw9FZAZtLagQnxkHXboaXWYnOe27DIR9Hp4pdfpUoXN-WNdo1K" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p><b>Death Rattle 01</b> </p><p> Petri stomps into the room with his grunt at his side. He waves to the
zombie-like man and growls, </p><p>"What are you doing to my men? They are all
getting worse. And some are missing." Petri holds the gun at the ready. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgmAa04f2bNdo1WB-CsAewIRaqOS1FmW4y4xNapwg3aFuDpIoa41Ixa8ln1xmxtzVp-1IKt6pnlNDeDfxQYWYDT3ujL3yxLe42019dO3_qh-KXQfw0aZyrW-IeoVgDQsrFdVX5YQu5v6AFKgcKYsCOpvscPMFGDpV6faQGgDCnQrojGydaj6sZGlITJZ5N2" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgmAa04f2bNdo1WB-CsAewIRaqOS1FmW4y4xNapwg3aFuDpIoa41Ixa8ln1xmxtzVp-1IKt6pnlNDeDfxQYWYDT3ujL3yxLe42019dO3_qh-KXQfw0aZyrW-IeoVgDQsrFdVX5YQu5v6AFKgcKYsCOpvscPMFGDpV6faQGgDCnQrojGydaj6sZGlITJZ5N2" width="320" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgmAa04f2bNdo1WB-CsAewIRaqOS1FmW4y4xNapwg3aFuDpIoa41Ixa8ln1xmxtzVp-1IKt6pnlNDeDfxQYWYDT3ujL3yxLe42019dO3_qh-KXQfw0aZyrW-IeoVgDQsrFdVX5YQu5v6AFKgcKYsCOpvscPMFGDpV6faQGgDCnQrojGydaj6sZGlITJZ5N2" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjpXIPZKbw66YN0jz-FmxebyVpMkw4MMr28p9AjU98Yxa_hcLrUiK755ZODRHaISosAsYce9gDNS-uV22cHDB7GJvvEf30d6Gb6BmXrEabUp7ZQGD7J8jAkW5WHWwFRrrQpok4xedSQ7P88VzagL34tmnrt1Sdr3yZMegwD1he856kzFovyKG4b6RqGYelX" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjpXIPZKbw66YN0jz-FmxebyVpMkw4MMr28p9AjU98Yxa_hcLrUiK755ZODRHaISosAsYce9gDNS-uV22cHDB7GJvvEf30d6Gb6BmXrEabUp7ZQGD7J8jAkW5WHWwFRrrQpok4xedSQ7P88VzagL34tmnrt1Sdr3yZMegwD1he856kzFovyKG4b6RqGYelX=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div></div><br /><p></p><p>"Your men?" Elke grins, then clicks her tongue and the lacky stomps to
her side. "Back up....you smell." She watches the man stumble back
towards the wall, then looks at Petri again. She raises her arms. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhD7sDZErJ3NjW7VhKMnJJVwfYaw2c0lvmOYUsPYnnEz6axFMq4cXTQH6rk5Ojb87UtpFmTTA1ewYVJ1CcudvVObuQPLQEy7JEn6Hmu7P4cevSYUPL6zz7DJI60W87zFHZWjPX9WjCtLlx8oBYEiojZXCGo9p1MGebr2xnqjeRK3TsIVQCei4BuMjZ2s_1v" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhD7sDZErJ3NjW7VhKMnJJVwfYaw2c0lvmOYUsPYnnEz6axFMq4cXTQH6rk5Ojb87UtpFmTTA1ewYVJ1CcudvVObuQPLQEy7JEn6Hmu7P4cevSYUPL6zz7DJI60W87zFHZWjPX9WjCtLlx8oBYEiojZXCGo9p1MGebr2xnqjeRK3TsIVQCei4BuMjZ2s_1v" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /> <p></p><p>"It
seems there is a disconnect. I am in charge here, not you." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiRKmRfpeIQio_0PzPya9BTJ0S2ULIeALT2Xp_ICVnEyq9HKfbazKoWGEoTzG-UTm94Tt31V8XOGxgJWk76Ebcfektz1EbAZfLHbjHXzkl_r5RoXWZnoH9pkQihMNpMy7qixmCacaw9edvwLhSVYdAKZcfRNktm9lt9aY9hM14KxUw5S2n__2VV-bjhZ9wh" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiRKmRfpeIQio_0PzPya9BTJ0S2ULIeALT2Xp_ICVnEyq9HKfbazKoWGEoTzG-UTm94Tt31V8XOGxgJWk76Ebcfektz1EbAZfLHbjHXzkl_r5RoXWZnoH9pkQihMNpMy7qixmCacaw9edvwLhSVYdAKZcfRNktm9lt9aY9hM14KxUw5S2n__2VV-bjhZ9wh" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"Oh? Does your MAGIC work against bullets, witch?!"</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgj-pmfd4IZaTYtmqq4VSO8NNgDN7FiRMFGEb5265XY0FB0wc7DEKrxJ404VzEYlGzyumkCG0hYSDUeN5O-9xNcdibjN8inY2W9o-QosnNPsjyLg1Rllrz1gPu_BYv7WaZQgNYd3hUkEV3y4TZ4DiZMn6MWRJ3MqjyFx338yUZ_UTJkU0BPMCNh7uE_NIVR" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgj-pmfd4IZaTYtmqq4VSO8NNgDN7FiRMFGEb5265XY0FB0wc7DEKrxJ404VzEYlGzyumkCG0hYSDUeN5O-9xNcdibjN8inY2W9o-QosnNPsjyLg1Rllrz1gPu_BYv7WaZQgNYd3hUkEV3y4TZ4DiZMn6MWRJ3MqjyFx338yUZ_UTJkU0BPMCNh7uE_NIVR=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p><b>Death Rattle 02
</b> </p><p>Petri feels something run through his back and out his front as Elke
slams his gun to the table and holds it there. He tries to scream, but
has no air for it. Pain shoots through him. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjk9JFWmxj4mGMwg9lE08Svt3VDPYIzVDdTB2ABySgL29v6w86QfVLgVtGOXEFT1wjwbNiUfyDdq_vTSnUjZUmBwrNsqu2PvykBIU36OnxaEvud13Kgy9BWafzOXt4H2reuF9Niffq_7ey1gTlwUnBMGOOoYyvbe2Xsmj6X9KAOeJgoheMUnvaEz6jnWYVt" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjk9JFWmxj4mGMwg9lE08Svt3VDPYIzVDdTB2ABySgL29v6w86QfVLgVtGOXEFT1wjwbNiUfyDdq_vTSnUjZUmBwrNsqu2PvykBIU36OnxaEvud13Kgy9BWafzOXt4H2reuF9Niffq_7ey1gTlwUnBMGOOoYyvbe2Xsmj6X9KAOeJgoheMUnvaEz6jnWYVt" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"She has me...to work against bullets...." Danuta says as she twists the
giant blade and shoves Petri to the floor. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgUs10UZgPdFBOn2MT2lzppwXNrCqIZpLfOx5_Yl1AtWEKzkB-zXXTQedu8n4y5OoDKbL0IMxM0fJyx01hLx3L3vIAVtKkgK99mWRDE5w_GY-qlFWg2js8xeR6SWJqROtkjxjO3CBl6ZThTYqIsUbmNAO4EVEJ76nz6PQKjApNqhAPc9v9pFuzRgvmK3v5W" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgUs10UZgPdFBOn2MT2lzppwXNrCqIZpLfOx5_Yl1AtWEKzkB-zXXTQedu8n4y5OoDKbL0IMxM0fJyx01hLx3L3vIAVtKkgK99mWRDE5w_GY-qlFWg2js8xeR6SWJqROtkjxjO3CBl6ZThTYqIsUbmNAO4EVEJ76nz6PQKjApNqhAPc9v9pFuzRgvmK3v5W" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>He looks up at the women, glances at his man, then whispers, "Curse
you...burn...in Hell..." </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh-YMbJb_Mdw1nYwwdX8Y0NRsgpzKoVdeKT_x0RR3-5SXgzR7nf7jGh455N7PrTgn-c8GotQdMQaKCj21qCZLa6axtTY1jVKvUeT9fax_08l4cqsYbFqnlm60kYuuSCtKLl50cdB1LdlrZbDI5DrtP4cr538OxjP9SpL3GN0arM-yeujBJmnzKL5dj1mjVX" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1086" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh-YMbJb_Mdw1nYwwdX8Y0NRsgpzKoVdeKT_x0RR3-5SXgzR7nf7jGh455N7PrTgn-c8GotQdMQaKCj21qCZLa6axtTY1jVKvUeT9fax_08l4cqsYbFqnlm60kYuuSCtKLl50cdB1LdlrZbDI5DrtP4cr538OxjP9SpL3GN0arM-yeujBJmnzKL5dj1mjVX" width="318" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgvKklzd0n2V04nDUGVrvM42QU_oUCepPUwuk4r5X7KWhLSUXKVp-sPtklyyioxTIrYzwFAVZrbXG8yAct5RONIvsVjQYCwM6u1L6TsqBXZ6TtKjuhjuGVOjEqCCHhvcJMnXHBisiglzLLkwif6hDwZNv1_KEZVPFiCpqRoNNEculPBCJPV1WccaIbQJkVQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgvKklzd0n2V04nDUGVrvM42QU_oUCepPUwuk4r5X7KWhLSUXKVp-sPtklyyioxTIrYzwFAVZrbXG8yAct5RONIvsVjQYCwM6u1L6TsqBXZ6TtKjuhjuGVOjEqCCHhvcJMnXHBisiglzLLkwif6hDwZNv1_KEZVPFiCpqRoNNEculPBCJPV1WccaIbQJkVQ=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi7MDCy1GhAchfa-o6_X00m1utu2J45pJhNRdk8Lhep7o4-2Z5jF7yblnh57pDFxwYB318K3rX1T8GBi-2Ze_kGga8kk7NxMAcr-vodFcHcnJg6yNbyXMdH9p-V_RwSQ3TS6MaLIgE_nl7iv51v56uww-auPgjV60nHM9J6yWz322L1IIgOIbulqVJUMbV3" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi7MDCy1GhAchfa-o6_X00m1utu2J45pJhNRdk8Lhep7o4-2Z5jF7yblnh57pDFxwYB318K3rX1T8GBi-2Ze_kGga8kk7NxMAcr-vodFcHcnJg6yNbyXMdH9p-V_RwSQ3TS6MaLIgE_nl7iv51v56uww-auPgjV60nHM9J6yWz322L1IIgOIbulqVJUMbV3=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Danuta thinks for a split second glancing at Elke. It would be easy to
run the blade through her as well....but....she raises the blade with a
spin, then falls onto Petri, driving the weapon through his eye and into
the floor behind his head. "See you there," she grows as she rides the
man's body in its death throes. She grinds her hips against him and
twists the blade around losing herself in violent passion.
Elke watches with a smile. <br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi4bMuHV4hRCeEMrXRvEoIab25xe2e-GPyqkL38l6U0vkyzlZ4Zuj_frk0nz_oE8aOdaytVbiAdVG_5sRHKp_DIkryc8oTGQIhPEDuhVnNStzA8UF0tuJ1nlE1IdIaK5edDQr-lhdJjkpHPId2-7jQf6aRou18GFndZmv4Vxpkur33YZ28GrIRiAg0J71hk" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi4bMuHV4hRCeEMrXRvEoIab25xe2e-GPyqkL38l6U0vkyzlZ4Zuj_frk0nz_oE8aOdaytVbiAdVG_5sRHKp_DIkryc8oTGQIhPEDuhVnNStzA8UF0tuJ1nlE1IdIaK5edDQr-lhdJjkpHPId2-7jQf6aRou18GFndZmv4Vxpkur33YZ28GrIRiAg0J71hk=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div>Jun 30, 2022, 2:20 PM<p></p>malcoJOJOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12362522805988503279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8386728540021864055.post-24952389775486905982024-03-05T09:36:00.000-08:002024-03-06T11:16:11.500-08:00The Italy Crossover - 2022 - PART 07<p><i>From Jun 21, 2022</i></p><p><i> </i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiSrtva5MNbAgSQCNwaw3jD8t-F-tfM0d_LoDNgCGg4MZoexYO5zLT3bGE7FQS1p9qVsWND_6gmyiiNqqnCP4VkBJMZb0_oK9sl9g8_Xmzeha14NqFOm3wr3LFqFEULbF6xa0DsHX3ckIRC_y_4PXPk8IcDnXsbD6YMAViX3cu2c4UYZ4-ELBch8u1-huH8" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiSrtva5MNbAgSQCNwaw3jD8t-F-tfM0d_LoDNgCGg4MZoexYO5zLT3bGE7FQS1p9qVsWND_6gmyiiNqqnCP4VkBJMZb0_oK9sl9g8_Xmzeha14NqFOm3wr3LFqFEULbF6xa0DsHX3ckIRC_y_4PXPk8IcDnXsbD6YMAViX3cu2c4UYZ4-ELBch8u1-huH8=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /></i></div><i></i><p></p><p><b>Transfer 01</b> </p><p>Officer Petri and his team remove Chelsea Bruni from her cell an hour
early as per the Chief Trevisan's orders. </p><p>"If others do have a plan to move on us, moving the schedule up will
ruffle them." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEghVr24FmLvO-dGauCJJU-aamwlDTPaEia1KEht6jL2SXnXHIiEFdLtDeEgh_sIYhKfvr668d3dAJczo2BjhgG723kLPzPmq7ZW1ZGm16uzVkWkFSuiwUvbEpbZqZjxf5PSRQ_i13Jcp8KAzv5bnT2zESoNlCskVR4LO1AuhpkZWDGg8m6YHdEooZrULpDk" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEghVr24FmLvO-dGauCJJU-aamwlDTPaEia1KEht6jL2SXnXHIiEFdLtDeEgh_sIYhKfvr668d3dAJczo2BjhgG723kLPzPmq7ZW1ZGm16uzVkWkFSuiwUvbEpbZqZjxf5PSRQ_i13Jcp8KAzv5bnT2zESoNlCskVR4LO1AuhpkZWDGg8m6YHdEooZrULpDk" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Vitale waits with Team Two across the street. He calls Detective Zampa
again, but her phone rings through to voicemail again. He puts in a call
to the Chief to have someone track her down, then returns to his watch. </p><p>"Hold here. They'll signal when the car is ready." Petri grips the cuffs
on Bruni's wrists. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjcbhky-geEEugd-WdUOkpXL_rhW67eavPssYXnkeQw09JjuVRn-7rIeEM2qp5ubhHd4GGNwv6T_kyWhjRTySVahRx8CRtdmnKj-l54SmTIr7DnyP70Hcj8fZmgEjwMxCnGCZRtCgNTstT1pL4n7QettVj4sfW5CUlh5fL2KT5gs1JiU1J6CF6U1qpiDI1-" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjcbhky-geEEugd-WdUOkpXL_rhW67eavPssYXnkeQw09JjuVRn-7rIeEM2qp5ubhHd4GGNwv6T_kyWhjRTySVahRx8CRtdmnKj-l54SmTIr7DnyP70Hcj8fZmgEjwMxCnGCZRtCgNTstT1pL4n7QettVj4sfW5CUlh5fL2KT5gs1JiU1J6CF6U1qpiDI1-=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>"Just keep your old man erection away from my ass. I know you're getting
off on this, creep." Bruni wiggles her butt. </p><p> Petri grins. "We'll see what happens when we get to the van." He spots
Segreto and sighs. "Great." </p><p>Segreto freezes in the hall wishing he made it to his gun. "Hello All.
Lovely day for a prisoner transfer, eh?" He smiles wide. <i></i></p><p><i></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEia_C1vDjDeSzfW84eN9Zk5A7oC07tTNZnw6xp-yDVCPHwV0O8Tg9MKi-KdAEOmYVkdZpiMiHAmtGCJHVvFUTxy0xn2cW2dZgtDuUPbaEiTWXqinwVCcV-hQM7J9SeGhwD9Jq89jRan8Mw_gWe4r8ymJFRUuu9d1dJxahBRr0z5QH_tPMX2yikjRJWqSoB5" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEia_C1vDjDeSzfW84eN9Zk5A7oC07tTNZnw6xp-yDVCPHwV0O8Tg9MKi-KdAEOmYVkdZpiMiHAmtGCJHVvFUTxy0xn2cW2dZgtDuUPbaEiTWXqinwVCcV-hQM7J9SeGhwD9Jq89jRan8Mw_gWe4r8ymJFRUuu9d1dJxahBRr0z5QH_tPMX2yikjRJWqSoB5=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></i></div><i><br /><br /></i><p></p><p><b>Transfer 02</b> </p><p>One of Petri's men holds up a hand to Segreto. </p><p>"Please stay where you are, Detective. We don't want folks too close to
the prisoner." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjjkQ2uDyXwdZjcyQjhy20XGtvLYdawGeBKjXlf2FmG91dVYEKIHTlWMxIef14rSscOla-nQWkUjFJGINN7Nbga9Ce3fCgyAmn4143M3_GH2UL7w3yiBIFfc4s8zE5AzNf4bWOghGa54nc5w-IGoFIfepH6a2tgQ_6Cc42DTXg5y8OY__FVVS41FiXEG7SK" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjjkQ2uDyXwdZjcyQjhy20XGtvLYdawGeBKjXlf2FmG91dVYEKIHTlWMxIef14rSscOla-nQWkUjFJGINN7Nbga9Ce3fCgyAmn4143M3_GH2UL7w3yiBIFfc4s8zE5AzNf4bWOghGa54nc5w-IGoFIfepH6a2tgQ_6Cc42DTXg5y8OY__FVVS41FiXEG7SK" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Segreto stares at the mask. "We expecting gas, Petri?" </p><p>"Weird shit is happening, Detective. Based on that report we received,
we're preparing for all possibilities." He smiles. "Could you step back,
please?" </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhryxJVFTHem5tBvAt9ou9UFpvGXU4g3-0wEhPRGA2mVJeHf0amSstnGRsBfMugW40UJovYEuij5SFV7PbKxnusii9waP66PVWXMkCGlM-fWsHQKbg2Rmr4hwC7Zo72vPlc7v0G9FkcAC6wpQvD66q4K4F3ryx5PzzhJUyM0_Iz_gVV4oMKH2fDVM2yqDRO" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhryxJVFTHem5tBvAt9ou9UFpvGXU4g3-0wEhPRGA2mVJeHf0amSstnGRsBfMugW40UJovYEuij5SFV7PbKxnusii9waP66PVWXMkCGlM-fWsHQKbg2Rmr4hwC7Zo72vPlc7v0G9FkcAC6wpQvD66q4K4F3ryx5PzzhJUyM0_Iz_gVV4oMKH2fDVM2yqDRO=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p> "I'm surprised you're here by yourself. Your lips are usually firmly
attached to Vitale's butt." Bruni grins. </p><p>Segreto takes a step forward. "Listen up, Brun-hilda." He stops when a
gun rises to his face.</p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiCTAi4-TSoM8BojUPD7JepyUD1QafMj3e1Q1ckzYCa4K68k7cjo9lMqVxEvya_4aiNFJUFrSRDY4DospXzPhOnGBbF0tpQVMyRshSg1gkl-KkuqeYjzMFaynldhyhVQajL2uTrJ22bquv1SA3D9mf2boRWyvpC2mVkJqV1V9ROAdR3uUAdxX3VFde65rnN" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiCTAi4-TSoM8BojUPD7JepyUD1QafMj3e1Q1ckzYCa4K68k7cjo9lMqVxEvya_4aiNFJUFrSRDY4DospXzPhOnGBbF0tpQVMyRshSg1gkl-KkuqeYjzMFaynldhyhVQajL2uTrJ22bquv1SA3D9mf2boRWyvpC2mVkJqV1V9ROAdR3uUAdxX3VFde65rnN" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p> </p><p><b>Transfer 03</b> </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEii5qGzj0g0DCLuB6xXYA-HMoNnvpZmImWb5v4ORV5gucAML2dfWTwuLomTqAx-wWze732uJCrekKWga9v2dStyI7cBAzNSkHXqmEPDSVb3lc_h5nJ15Y1ktIn_JCqxuUNWdHvmfQVmPoDblK_siQmZAHO26TU7mOFr2DWFpD81te_0DH9y3WppXUnnUNmo" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEii5qGzj0g0DCLuB6xXYA-HMoNnvpZmImWb5v4ORV5gucAML2dfWTwuLomTqAx-wWze732uJCrekKWga9v2dStyI7cBAzNSkHXqmEPDSVb3lc_h5nJ15Y1ktIn_JCqxuUNWdHvmfQVmPoDblK_siQmZAHO26TU7mOFr2DWFpD81te_0DH9y3WppXUnnUNmo" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>"GAWD DAMN IT, get that crap out of my face!" Segreto growls. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhmfkyPjIu2WEv1eu18mNXR7reYmrW47h5Sze8_k6TEz5HYXRg-5J5Ecw6UQlPwaHFs0is5_mFUcnIz8dlpXcnFbvPxAgFWUhTHYTPXL4-gkE5KtjD9tgq5NSugViRNsFgCjtALwPzyt4taBLD0rghwOFdkn01YlVfKa4R-wJxXuR0JkkmhMc1OQ5339qNc" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhmfkyPjIu2WEv1eu18mNXR7reYmrW47h5Sze8_k6TEz5HYXRg-5J5Ecw6UQlPwaHFs0is5_mFUcnIz8dlpXcnFbvPxAgFWUhTHYTPXL4-gkE5KtjD9tgq5NSugViRNsFgCjtALwPzyt4taBLD0rghwOFdkn01YlVfKa4R-wJxXuR0JkkmhMc1OQ5339qNc" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Bruni growls "You picked the wrong side, perv. Morte Bianca will deal with you....if
you're lucky. If not..." she whispers, "Danuta will make things
interesting for you." </p><p>"Petri...we need to move this along. If this Danuta is around, we need
to get this one out quickly. I'll call Detective Vitale and...." He
feels someone behind him. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgfDDE1xNehnYNmP3Msax76RbTYTGIqPk1NhU8_B5fFVDTzD9qWsB2fAPobDqoeJj-pnEDIJzPXHVGHTa45YfECgZgJBqJBsa9a3rm8R4E2UX-3VktBN7TT9nsJcb475qPdr7xZq3WhTw0dK_mdRYvlJSjI79eDuRTIFbXxYDZitdmOUc_mbuUlLnv0gw6B" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgfDDE1xNehnYNmP3Msax76RbTYTGIqPk1NhU8_B5fFVDTzD9qWsB2fAPobDqoeJj-pnEDIJzPXHVGHTa45YfECgZgJBqJBsa9a3rm8R4E2UX-3VktBN7TT9nsJcb475qPdr7xZq3WhTw0dK_mdRYvlJSjI79eDuRTIFbXxYDZitdmOUc_mbuUlLnv0gw6B=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"Oh no....too late." Chelsea Bruni smiles wide. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjhaiwPK6rWSBX76j-DMg2zNZbD5pd6ZdE5Ekz-kpETmodU0XsM0RyIUfX_WrYzo3WIyKMPN6lvwOahRmdQel-iXPZozy0adDW9A-NBfantlqUAzMLUN5YzlIE-DPOj62som7WZqZRo6MKV26vgXakRGdBiE68rAkBHhQ34xj9pSFL-xSFfWKWFMibZLJF7" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjhaiwPK6rWSBX76j-DMg2zNZbD5pd6ZdE5Ekz-kpETmodU0XsM0RyIUfX_WrYzo3WIyKMPN6lvwOahRmdQel-iXPZozy0adDW9A-NBfantlqUAzMLUN5YzlIE-DPOj62som7WZqZRo6MKV26vgXakRGdBiE68rAkBHhQ34xj9pSFL-xSFfWKWFMibZLJF7=w400-h300" width="400" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi9T-lciCqHA4j-D5wiSDRVUSJVBpoB-ELb6gVrldD2kZC1Fow1Wv6gr71D6orSSORPsp74UkAZd0QeZ_xv72rTRktI9lPQ781uKkhh8M0ybS7BvM-xok3sq-YxCTk8WxRZJFfj8eQCdEFHkXYPfgGkNLiBAAHEo_jzVsJHHIJDKZ1VDsZD8A3dzBwSM2pA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi9T-lciCqHA4j-D5wiSDRVUSJVBpoB-ELb6gVrldD2kZC1Fow1Wv6gr71D6orSSORPsp74UkAZd0QeZ_xv72rTRktI9lPQ781uKkhh8M0ybS7BvM-xok3sq-YxCTk8WxRZJFfj8eQCdEFHkXYPfgGkNLiBAAHEo_jzVsJHHIJDKZ1VDsZD8A3dzBwSM2pA" width="320" /></a></div><br /> </div><b>Segreto feels like a rat in a trap as Danuta raises the ax. </b>
"Burn in Hell, Bruni," he mutters.<p></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgal40ocly5zpXG1q72VBOkPOKiyhh9NLbZjChQZUMYxT6dF6zQ0AGuTRKeFQMloiMGvFjbAeA2fqVb_0ElKI4l98Rf0GXVCtqgJUUj0HIWQ1dl7M-Wvu94kwdC0I_JcKjcTFZvkgIqxxdc5Ezo5c4oBYXefZyVFwgkF7G05McbEMFtyY1g70tAFHSYB7Tr" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgal40ocly5zpXG1q72VBOkPOKiyhh9NLbZjChQZUMYxT6dF6zQ0AGuTRKeFQMloiMGvFjbAeA2fqVb_0ElKI4l98Rf0GXVCtqgJUUj0HIWQ1dl7M-Wvu94kwdC0I_JcKjcTFZvkgIqxxdc5Ezo5c4oBYXefZyVFwgkF7G05McbEMFtyY1g70tAFHSYB7Tr" width="320" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj1D9aHFgih3fZoF1nhrV0JKEYWjQU7yr8-hhJHEJNotjkNK8XUd1K3HrpZVvGqtCEHVEfwwbHT4yF---9rPxr1y1_ZTXnX752Ios-cqt-miffOdM-4oxTmp4RB32KWMiQe7nZPC-1MX_b8UeGCP78NEEC8QArhznigTQn1gtCWbs2_tkY927BIM_M6O8vp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj1D9aHFgih3fZoF1nhrV0JKEYWjQU7yr8-hhJHEJNotjkNK8XUd1K3HrpZVvGqtCEHVEfwwbHT4yF---9rPxr1y1_ZTXnX752Ios-cqt-miffOdM-4oxTmp4RB32KWMiQe7nZPC-1MX_b8UeGCP78NEEC8QArhznigTQn1gtCWbs2_tkY927BIM_M6O8vp=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjggR1KIp4eBkSzbPL-Yh5962p44BTUnNUm9r3v2YlaPZGduGcQOEXNbVkh4aMz_jELQNVGtju0ipEklOLyMr-4mQ2jtuPJQi20SLZD5HCwdre-TXdSTdgii9r3jID6Mrh7GrvkP9zLrYY3skJnERuvz6r1cBdwLTgoL1tiDb5jsN1QYUQiGi34DQ-5kl6l" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjggR1KIp4eBkSzbPL-Yh5962p44BTUnNUm9r3v2YlaPZGduGcQOEXNbVkh4aMz_jELQNVGtju0ipEklOLyMr-4mQ2jtuPJQi20SLZD5HCwdre-TXdSTdgii9r3jID6Mrh7GrvkP9zLrYY3skJnERuvz6r1cBdwLTgoL1tiDb5jsN1QYUQiGi34DQ-5kl6l" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /> <p></p><p>"DROP IT!" Vitale doesn't wait for the big blonde to comply. He fires a
round into her shoulder driving her back into the wall and watches her
drop to the floor. </p><p>"ANGELO! They--" But Segreto's words are too late. </p><p>Petri aims the gun at Vitale, the other team member following suit. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiNxNnjprrR9JrBeoDXY-IgyZp8SEJtDSZP_Oqw4KdERL-GVQSvfuDZ1HtyWj3iDNhHJjS9-kIGo9Lk-IyrDquISq1c0JJKjMBGfuJQyd-KiOcKmBjlBYgVo95u2c900yNsSDDmjVt5No3pxrpWew5IzuuOK3kVu7W8tquvGHCFiyS3ppsA_zTJ5O-hn3iP" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiNxNnjprrR9JrBeoDXY-IgyZp8SEJtDSZP_Oqw4KdERL-GVQSvfuDZ1HtyWj3iDNhHJjS9-kIGo9Lk-IyrDquISq1c0JJKjMBGfuJQyd-KiOcKmBjlBYgVo95u2c900yNsSDDmjVt5No3pxrpWew5IzuuOK3kVu7W8tquvGHCFiyS3ppsA_zTJ5O-hn3iP=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"Drop the gun, Vitale." </p><p>Vitale hesitates, waiting for his men to storm in behind him, but no one
comes. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEipZGbby-8nbZ5AR4x31llZ3MO_LN_5cv3eiYWqE68eAZrv_IffTVNGseI2ZYpdHTWiyX0JoAasj7QiNi9zvgKlGqQ3R-j77irVLZNuTWv2H-g1TJ3cWgxidWh3Y1d-tsVj5SnNPK9qCBKcp2--2FnepELv7m4oqgGMJa0i0qrlTCHk6F8BJwnovGx6_HwN" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEipZGbby-8nbZ5AR4x31llZ3MO_LN_5cv3eiYWqE68eAZrv_IffTVNGseI2ZYpdHTWiyX0JoAasj7QiNi9zvgKlGqQ3R-j77irVLZNuTWv2H-g1TJ3cWgxidWh3Y1d-tsVj5SnNPK9qCBKcp2--2FnepELv7m4oqgGMJa0i0qrlTCHk6F8BJwnovGx6_HwN" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p> Segreto looks for the big blonde, but she's gone. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg4vMx6-wnj_vgBlwUd2LLybRelR-ZFZsvftFsbXyYrOKbv5P51Gjj2ZL6bpxjAdFRr9ZZm_LU7E5ncBIWCnrQ1ynzWljaMlhtuFFxbQfWv_-PORko0Jrqfwsk_vm0IZdzwtjRkL_mZe14XBxQM-ouTRFhZ5Fj6EhL3vwVVLMduf_tg4L7IVFtPSywRPKjW" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg4vMx6-wnj_vgBlwUd2LLybRelR-ZFZsvftFsbXyYrOKbv5P51Gjj2ZL6bpxjAdFRr9ZZm_LU7E5ncBIWCnrQ1ynzWljaMlhtuFFxbQfWv_-PORko0Jrqfwsk_vm0IZdzwtjRkL_mZe14XBxQM-ouTRFhZ5Fj6EhL3vwVVLMduf_tg4L7IVFtPSywRPKjW" width="320" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgxnLKFCfdn60tfg1lgyK8cb5m7uosvQlFnx0JTz2RhF7HoOeRFnnK1kdb8QCPfO30u6Ebqb4thkhOeDL1zGorUiCQLSyu0u-nZzG6cZzWOUiU1dtq7ZQjfBK7xbcNCUpeE0pR12siVfF70ooCUQ87bPq9QI6LiuW1Sl0G4_3unsdv67tyhkUAjAEoKVrFM" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1086" data-original-width="1440" height="302" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgxnLKFCfdn60tfg1lgyK8cb5m7uosvQlFnx0JTz2RhF7HoOeRFnnK1kdb8QCPfO30u6Ebqb4thkhOeDL1zGorUiCQLSyu0u-nZzG6cZzWOUiU1dtq7ZQjfBK7xbcNCUpeE0pR12siVfF70ooCUQ87bPq9QI6LiuW1Sl0G4_3unsdv67tyhkUAjAEoKVrFM=w400-h302" width="400" /></a></div></div><br /> <p></p><p>Chelsea smiles wide. "You're all alone, little boys." The smile fades
and she whispers. "All....alone." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhWy2nPpEvOp78AKiOZf7XqaTIEU-U7Xu7Y7HG9OBph4i5YilL5AN1Gje8deX8_0p6eIP01pkaezvbNMOanFjnwvNq6wNpl9FREjZtVPZjjd0oIR87ieaKfcTITcf_A16WyIp38DGjLFKunLgPMwNGqkgx9oxRzqz5x3gatC7oa9oVQBE0uBNc333COqilw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhWy2nPpEvOp78AKiOZf7XqaTIEU-U7Xu7Y7HG9OBph4i5YilL5AN1Gje8deX8_0p6eIP01pkaezvbNMOanFjnwvNq6wNpl9FREjZtVPZjjd0oIR87ieaKfcTITcf_A16WyIp38DGjLFKunLgPMwNGqkgx9oxRzqz5x3gatC7oa9oVQBE0uBNc333COqilw" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>She turns and looks at Petri. "Now get
these f^cking cuffs off me and get me to that car."<br />________________________</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgXjlVfohNeANCILhDHA6MUlt-3GqfWUXh7LAE_CeEM0JcV41aHfwfNPWZ_QT-B7jxliDu2SHaHQVpQ9Kk0mZzKWqzjZKCir0ZyOCI3u8Lqmz79gmeYBVJdzTwxazvu8r-Io9Niz2_GiA4StKN4YD5ielPqep7LDGED75gDgLxc86AumdXOtH6JtxT-Yg5p" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgXjlVfohNeANCILhDHA6MUlt-3GqfWUXh7LAE_CeEM0JcV41aHfwfNPWZ_QT-B7jxliDu2SHaHQVpQ9Kk0mZzKWqzjZKCir0ZyOCI3u8Lqmz79gmeYBVJdzTwxazvu8r-Io9Niz2_GiA4StKN4YD5ielPqep7LDGED75gDgLxc86AumdXOtH6JtxT-Yg5p=w640-h640" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p><b>"We have her. On our way back now."</b> Danuta sounds pissed on the phone. </p><p>"Troubles?" Elke's voice is smooth and calm. </p><p>"Too many hostages. The three detectives and some other man. It's going
to be a shitshow of search parties and media coverage. I don't like it." </p><p> "And...if you have gone into that police station like YOU
wanted...instead of using the mirror as I suggested?" Elke waits. </p><p>Danuta sighs. "I would have been shot by Vitale. I get it. We'll be back
soon." </p><p>"Good girl." Elke hangs up and absently tosses the phone onto the table.
Bruni with them again and back on the trail of Olivia Moore's damn
locks. And a lovely group of hostages to sacrifice to the Dark Lord. </p><p>"What a lovely day," Elke says with a smile.<br />___________________</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiiY7aug6BXPw0FUddFWs1ZbbUCsEB6D5TYDOAztEOwvK28Xx0qHpX2M8TasC629B_DVynPVDfHeOB0Y7UxYeOsyC6nLcbNaOO_ezH1XasfevkOTWydJ9smeikHBPVUGkDjrUGUOIBSGeGxvxlB25NIKjpJF7LHHmy2PWBaffjQ7RasetuRA3JUaRaJdw84" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiiY7aug6BXPw0FUddFWs1ZbbUCsEB6D5TYDOAztEOwvK28Xx0qHpX2M8TasC629B_DVynPVDfHeOB0Y7UxYeOsyC6nLcbNaOO_ezH1XasfevkOTWydJ9smeikHBPVUGkDjrUGUOIBSGeGxvxlB25NIKjpJF7LHHmy2PWBaffjQ7RasetuRA3JUaRaJdw84=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><b>"Welcome home, Chelsea." </b>Elke Giacomina glides up to Chelsea like she's
on wheels. It's otherworldly. </p><p><br /> </p><p>Chelsea manages a smile. "Thank you...so much....for getting me out of
there. Those muther f^ckers....I swear....treated me like a F^CKING
animal." She shakes her head. "I did what you asked, though. Just kept
talking about nothing." She's not super comfortable with how close Elke
is. She finds herself looking for Danuta...or anyone else, for that
matter. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhj6EdbCYKcBcl8S1JIm4sgCH9SXhhaKB_LHxAz532__SGq1TCnfXBgi2UAOT7rqu8mUYiuOrMmYP9vrhR2sjlrRIB0a1PuTzQ_JS7XD8_RUd7s4r-tHalhB47ZVOcuBvI3glhPYSMZY0HmYygRIFe11m8gGepQrBNulR_L-cIa1Ym3rbWc_XVf542M00P0" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhj6EdbCYKcBcl8S1JIm4sgCH9SXhhaKB_LHxAz532__SGq1TCnfXBgi2UAOT7rqu8mUYiuOrMmYP9vrhR2sjlrRIB0a1PuTzQ_JS7XD8_RUd7s4r-tHalhB47ZVOcuBvI3glhPYSMZY0HmYygRIFe11m8gGepQrBNulR_L-cIa1Ym3rbWc_XVf542M00P0" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"Very good. So good." Elke smiles. </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjn5SfJ0sGd_zC6EojNITkfbc8YTevoviqjTyJJBwyOIxLwgG19F9hyw3-Bjm-ogMjf4yxtVkg2AkHzhurqfeI1oSlS6jfijOsfgzokREpN1UkqfUV7AytqYKBjxJaEuPtK5pCiKs4WOXYBR29g2pAq6B4Az4bwba2nVqMn-8AiFEOzSnEkYR_kkxd77hcF" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjn5SfJ0sGd_zC6EojNITkfbc8YTevoviqjTyJJBwyOIxLwgG19F9hyw3-Bjm-ogMjf4yxtVkg2AkHzhurqfeI1oSlS6jfijOsfgzokREpN1UkqfUV7AytqYKBjxJaEuPtK5pCiKs4WOXYBR29g2pAq6B4Az4bwba2nVqMn-8AiFEOzSnEkYR_kkxd77hcF" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p>"Danuta said something about new clothes? And...could I take a shower? I
stink." Chelsea laughs, but the laugh dies when Elke moves closer
still. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgQMS1ygNV_1uzsxAmqClTAq055wPB3kYjFgW__P1NfihO3ocjaGgQc_9sljZG2JfpVS5uGTr7nWaAdS6K2FDG_w8RazcRGhAxKCRB7UJmj7PK03RuB4RJJLkY8aUyBYQTzpspxuElPWBhndLUrDx4INxHI4Jvy_f3qYgW8C6HpoqsBa_YwjzeOfARZGVlt" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgQMS1ygNV_1uzsxAmqClTAq055wPB3kYjFgW__P1NfihO3ocjaGgQc_9sljZG2JfpVS5uGTr7nWaAdS6K2FDG_w8RazcRGhAxKCRB7UJmj7PK03RuB4RJJLkY8aUyBYQTzpspxuElPWBhndLUrDx4INxHI4Jvy_f3qYgW8C6HpoqsBa_YwjzeOfARZGVlt=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Elke takes Chelsea's face in her hands. "You'll bathe...have lovely new
clothes...and a delicious meal. Shhhhh...." Her hands stroke Chelsea's
face and she works her magic on her. Powerful magic in her touch. She
can feel Chelsea tense at first, then her face and body go still and
calm. </p><p>Chelsea feels a wave of calm run over her. Goosebumps rise on her skin.
Her breath slows and a strange relaxed emotional and physical shudder
runs through her as Elke's hands pull her in. She rests her head on the
huge woman and just wants to curl up in her lap forever. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjTc0jg-0lAIMNHVD06fOjvR06eauUNk5vFwtJemdLFwVM0qwm-ESYYGkIolJAOWOYBE_CIBzkNODBRwOLnW6jUqMD0yrGFmVfnjM8D0x-u0Tz2vMGVTcpDWNh8vV24ziuNVevlCMxzqfSM4mpmSHmEDPxu2dbTq0uWhPLmu6rVeoNYRZNh8auEWIC90nKj" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjTc0jg-0lAIMNHVD06fOjvR06eauUNk5vFwtJemdLFwVM0qwm-ESYYGkIolJAOWOYBE_CIBzkNODBRwOLnW6jUqMD0yrGFmVfnjM8D0x-u0Tz2vMGVTcpDWNh8vV24ziuNVevlCMxzqfSM4mpmSHmEDPxu2dbTq0uWhPLmu6rVeoNYRZNh8auEWIC90nKj=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"Then....we'll find your friends....and Olivia Moore's locks.
And...we'll kill them all...and be free." Elke strokes Chelsea's head
like a mother with her child. </p><p> _______________</p><p>_______________</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj0Lb51Sm4QTWiHct2c1BDaTtfiuILeHcuxS7itm1r5mI31yQob02t6_UuU0gjAHulY30VAgQQT01vN_OnbUvG8LSLDRyfjf_UN8wPakn4_Bo8Fig6XT8QPRMTrsX_b8T_4mQ4H7qIN-GHI0aZmUuyaCLBHb9IUmC777tPnPrsu0i1ILkOUe-vWLPulRiQY" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj0Lb51Sm4QTWiHct2c1BDaTtfiuILeHcuxS7itm1r5mI31yQob02t6_UuU0gjAHulY30VAgQQT01vN_OnbUvG8LSLDRyfjf_UN8wPakn4_Bo8Fig6XT8QPRMTrsX_b8T_4mQ4H7qIN-GHI0aZmUuyaCLBHb9IUmC777tPnPrsu0i1ILkOUe-vWLPulRiQY=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><b><i>United States</i><br /><br />Jennifer Lee looks less like the confident attorney</b> she usually is for
Fabrizia and Vanda and more like a shaken and rattled mess. </p><p>Vanda and
Fabrizia just stare and listen to her ramble after Vanda's initial
verbal assault asking her what the hell is going on with the Italy
situation. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhkkAL9MAsbmxSFuQQphY44Peh9r1Q5fbAx0J37qNBHcFQ5AijMCJuxRg2sjrSefgkGUmWpzBLLBNFau_d0Au-Wsalckl0l9cI4wzKA-BEB9RRHPuSewOh8l5Iaa7Y4m1Noi8GlamUh4bpOJ_rbm_udoUrNJDv6cF-0wUIDAAU131SS7_p7iQGJr5JYNej6" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhkkAL9MAsbmxSFuQQphY44Peh9r1Q5fbAx0J37qNBHcFQ5AijMCJuxRg2sjrSefgkGUmWpzBLLBNFau_d0Au-Wsalckl0l9cI4wzKA-BEB9RRHPuSewOh8l5Iaa7Y4m1Noi8GlamUh4bpOJ_rbm_udoUrNJDv6cF-0wUIDAAU131SS7_p7iQGJr5JYNej6" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"F^CKING MORELLI, that's what's happening with the Italy F^CKING
SITUATION!" Jennifer chokes out a sob. She smells of liquor and
cigarettes. "I just spent FOUR HOURS being talked to by the CIA and GAWD
DAMN FEDERAL TRADE COMMISSION!" </p><p> Fabrizia steps up. "What the hell is going on, Jennifer?" </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh8j12CbfPBMhIK2jTax57LS75WlRNnwXs-eQZZ1CvOA-B_0fsWl80EvFSwEAIVlbaDeSEtpN71tIi68xpyY1dEmd-gxtPMPxD3PgDloHXfoj7JXj3uZAxxvMA5EXQJJEM1nuS7PQfwZDCQlrH9418xOlZ2inFxU2hbK_6xfZWWFuy1ffhKGYRLaE2oKYCS" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh8j12CbfPBMhIK2jTax57LS75WlRNnwXs-eQZZ1CvOA-B_0fsWl80EvFSwEAIVlbaDeSEtpN71tIi68xpyY1dEmd-gxtPMPxD3PgDloHXfoj7JXj3uZAxxvMA5EXQJJEM1nuS7PQfwZDCQlrH9418xOlZ2inFxU2hbK_6xfZWWFuy1ffhKGYRLaE2oKYCS" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p> Jennifer takes several deep breaths trying to relax, then says,
"Morelli. The CIA and the FTC are working with some people in Italy and
Finland - something about the space program there?" She laughs and
shakes her head in disbelief. "They were asking a shit-ton of questions
about Morelli. About you too, Vanda." </p><p>Vanda scowls and Jennifer avoids
her gaze. </p><p>The twins look pissed and it's freaking her out. </p><p>"I called
Morelli right after and he tried to tell me it was nothing, but his
office phone was ringing off the hook and is PA was yelling at him about
something. Like his world is on fire." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg7_KBnSEmf1MVS_ds9MFv_ccHIPx1KMsZWwKhozRmHY11s7QBk7ioW76YNRw34CUMuhsyuIpcQ59pFlTHKn7240y5StJ3DFs6fCaANKiIyCDMwLLI_S77BinOb2ADaagqWYLJMgZYWaYmO3HFnPgzALaIt0mNTxyM4FtVPWqwMV1zhc7dk4vAzPt5tL1m9" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg7_KBnSEmf1MVS_ds9MFv_ccHIPx1KMsZWwKhozRmHY11s7QBk7ioW76YNRw34CUMuhsyuIpcQ59pFlTHKn7240y5StJ3DFs6fCaANKiIyCDMwLLI_S77BinOb2ADaagqWYLJMgZYWaYmO3HFnPgzALaIt0mNTxyM4FtVPWqwMV1zhc7dk4vAzPt5tL1m9" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p> "What does this have to do with ME?!" Vanda is in a rage. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhM0p3NMGn86MPFsvvQdLbHvZlONVh4e7B03cTNkCzRc03ZAgAxm1QKIvUxPA78EooIyRw52tw_Aw3gjmIRBel6KTG1mGOcoQ89hOXSWppUtvzCsKQXEj12IABX9xAeB7ogWaRC2TBGiWMZ2oTEt6m_qxtxb92ghYT2YqpJ2LmZRwACzvoiC9rIEFnABVSb" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhM0p3NMGn86MPFsvvQdLbHvZlONVh4e7B03cTNkCzRc03ZAgAxm1QKIvUxPA78EooIyRw52tw_Aw3gjmIRBel6KTG1mGOcoQ89hOXSWppUtvzCsKQXEj12IABX9xAeB7ogWaRC2TBGiWMZ2oTEt6m_qxtxb92ghYT2YqpJ2LmZRwACzvoiC9rIEFnABVSb" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p> Jennifer looks at her hands. "Your Aunt. And her death...I think.
Morelli....he was using her and her money? Maybe?" </p><p>The twins stare in disbelief.
</p><p> _______________________</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh4bkFlCVI1nAGo3yiCRwBBF3paPxcjW9Y_pVZU_ixdI-5yIDdR9RaPfKJlV6QLcxTCHIel2esBNqDzG5WHzux1I7oaqX_owy3kSd9zw4Jr7rQD-tcfnbrgIed4oJVgVu1Csq-8ynhF3IIEfFnVyTPCmN3RGEmpo5qYlctfSljS1PsDtHYyVUVVJKx0jftg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh4bkFlCVI1nAGo3yiCRwBBF3paPxcjW9Y_pVZU_ixdI-5yIDdR9RaPfKJlV6QLcxTCHIel2esBNqDzG5WHzux1I7oaqX_owy3kSd9zw4Jr7rQD-tcfnbrgIed4oJVgVu1Csq-8ynhF3IIEfFnVyTPCmN3RGEmpo5qYlctfSljS1PsDtHYyVUVVJKx0jftg=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p><b>Italy</b></p><p><b>Detective Zampa stirs.
</b> </p><p>The food they've been giving her has obviously been tainted. She's been
out of it for a long while - dazed and lethargic. Her head and stomach
ache. </p><p>She was hit, she remembers vaguely.
What the hell had they done to her? She remembered...strange...dark
things. Disgusting things. A man had tried to force himself on her at
one point and...some woman had stabbed him. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjelfofABXTrqKzClkvybf2W1VbdzmCoN4m1l6Lo8JGUi3hsaIsNWCtFCb-OIjcT_yuDuZ2t4QS_54gX5hRH2bzv8zr5PrSG-kyEmb0DEytCZ_yoYmMIvipGgQ6SDPoAQfRJXu6ZyWwZLvSzzWJ6PJTbmp1aEIyZNx4B1SsEJlJuaX5hta_K2kE8Oo4-zPZ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjelfofABXTrqKzClkvybf2W1VbdzmCoN4m1l6Lo8JGUi3hsaIsNWCtFCb-OIjcT_yuDuZ2t4QS_54gX5hRH2bzv8zr5PrSG-kyEmb0DEytCZ_yoYmMIvipGgQ6SDPoAQfRJXu6ZyWwZLvSzzWJ6PJTbmp1aEIyZNx4B1SsEJlJuaX5hta_K2kE8Oo4-zPZ" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>She feels violated and
angry.
Had...someone taken some of her blood as well? Or was it a dream? </p><p> Nightmare. </p><p>The room she's in has no windows. </p><p>She has no concept of time or date. </p><p>Has it been hours....or days. </p><p>"Ah...you're awake." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgjUZpvSWseRnD0g4dgfAaI9Vzo8VEqjuRH6w0xdgb0QVnBorbZXQKgzFnFFflElEZQbKj8O-tLcQaq31jdibtzf1Di1jukrTPsWREFnxBkz1FbOE1Djk_-6QYuHM7y06m0rhv2ch13cphpqmbjly2g0rCBu97WiyTewKh2A1DoS4Eq4Z_dSFkrOJc_qdfv" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgjUZpvSWseRnD0g4dgfAaI9Vzo8VEqjuRH6w0xdgb0QVnBorbZXQKgzFnFFflElEZQbKj8O-tLcQaq31jdibtzf1Di1jukrTPsWREFnxBkz1FbOE1Djk_-6QYuHM7y06m0rhv2ch13cphpqmbjly2g0rCBu97WiyTewKh2A1DoS4Eq4Z_dSFkrOJc_qdfv" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Zampa gasps when she sees Danuta Szymańska staring down at her. <b><br />_______________</b></p><p><b></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjkPIKk1wknElUjy4aQ4xLvXnDI-dHGNbSbg_OuQU3DLNWovU53kaBLlLET9Lsj0a1tMJe7U59yGMfeu16DOvDRhWemtY1Pxv98APHFTgLDCQTkHl3cWf1mAA1Yh4ept2U1bKmW5QaWObnumNewJXWR5juqPl-fCmsj3Uzgty_uR19aalJFTiVOtOGDJ5Mv" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjkPIKk1wknElUjy4aQ4xLvXnDI-dHGNbSbg_OuQU3DLNWovU53kaBLlLET9Lsj0a1tMJe7U59yGMfeu16DOvDRhWemtY1Pxv98APHFTgLDCQTkHl3cWf1mAA1Yh4ept2U1bKmW5QaWObnumNewJXWR5juqPl-fCmsj3Uzgty_uR19aalJFTiVOtOGDJ5Mv" width="320" /></a></b></div><b><br /> </b><p></p><p><b>The pitch black room is cold.</b> It smells of mold and damp. </p><p>Vitale and Segreto are firmly tied to some sort of metal ring in the
wall. </p><p>"Well...this is almost better than having to go home and get yelled at
by my wife and kids." Segreto chuckles and tries to remain calm. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj28p0VIe1z6SFaiqoMYu9xQ6d3vg4EQl8WT6rDS0_nYDJyiOjcikwL2chplWbUqHyaFSw2vIlf6iBeEIEt5sFnyTV7AycR2pybIf_NMpTaicJTmjKxlRyIBWiFr8c9QeXbAtv_NLGff5e1AQDaX2F8ECef9Lvtmvpj3GiM7FS0077-KxPavp7VHGkBUwq7" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj28p0VIe1z6SFaiqoMYu9xQ6d3vg4EQl8WT6rDS0_nYDJyiOjcikwL2chplWbUqHyaFSw2vIlf6iBeEIEt5sFnyTV7AycR2pybIf_NMpTaicJTmjKxlRyIBWiFr8c9QeXbAtv_NLGff5e1AQDaX2F8ECef9Lvtmvpj3GiM7FS0077-KxPavp7VHGkBUwq7" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Vitale pulls against the bonds again after giving a curt laugh. "Jokes?" </p><p>"It was either that or crying and I don't want to embarrass myself in
front of my idol." Segreto tries to sound less scared than he actually
is. </p><p> "I'm going to ram Petri's gun up his ass next time I see him," Vitale
growls. </p><p>"Get that big bitch Danuta while you're at it. I'll hold her down for
you." He huffs out a laugh. "Know what's going on, boss?" </p><p>"Not sure." <br /></p><p>Segreto is slightly crestfallen and is glad it's too dark to see the
tears in his eyes. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiETLTin6x6IVDhVRfvONr3Eo2Ht8i-CcppkrlsqcianS44WCzDkQdrpQSNMxAvl7RdVjDO37pgsqGXzdnuibJXcEikpm-cFParhF80qdA37LZDkSF5yuGDwLjuGL6djFZ594XIpehQOIaB6uRCEp5Uhh8b1hyBW_U-epUsGjJibZa11cuVLBznewRcdGjl" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1086" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiETLTin6x6IVDhVRfvONr3Eo2Ht8i-CcppkrlsqcianS44WCzDkQdrpQSNMxAvl7RdVjDO37pgsqGXzdnuibJXcEikpm-cFParhF80qdA37LZDkSF5yuGDwLjuGL6djFZ594XIpehQOIaB6uRCEp5Uhh8b1hyBW_U-epUsGjJibZa11cuVLBznewRcdGjl" width="318" /></a></div><br />____________<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjmkBkRhc9_WBNql-iu3qW72FEFrvo9LhOja57nH3gdWkBb6_7bARGIC2vdTlS6hNhISO680UCl_DvTuIatx7QGD5eY-REnLy8T3GPOVGmPnpIRq86uCw1ZsCWi5t9wQTutHEBnQZV1htJiwffVZ6IfeU-0dRhzO-zFLcx6x99thkVYhATfN-lQKbZjk3w_" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjmkBkRhc9_WBNql-iu3qW72FEFrvo9LhOja57nH3gdWkBb6_7bARGIC2vdTlS6hNhISO680UCl_DvTuIatx7QGD5eY-REnLy8T3GPOVGmPnpIRq86uCw1ZsCWi5t9wQTutHEBnQZV1htJiwffVZ6IfeU-0dRhzO-zFLcx6x99thkVYhATfN-lQKbZjk3w_" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p><b>"The woman Zampa is awake." </b>Danuta returns to Elke with the same sour
face she's had since they got Bruni out of the police station. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgJjA-Uk90Nh52dTkDxqi85oWiJ5sU8pPbQLv09IzmhzHoFgV3F56sGnCC8_QqDzqpOj1tNYtMw2dJwkJ6nUXT4q-zbH1VZSSz1tnPXByd-zl3GkINCxulR-QmalsNiLdRW3LWcqc-9n8xaGlKPdA3FC2QGvufQFd3aUEUrCgpRo8VTFhXPEBIUIjNZVbn6" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgJjA-Uk90Nh52dTkDxqi85oWiJ5sU8pPbQLv09IzmhzHoFgV3F56sGnCC8_QqDzqpOj1tNYtMw2dJwkJ6nUXT4q-zbH1VZSSz1tnPXByd-zl3GkINCxulR-QmalsNiLdRW3LWcqc-9n8xaGlKPdA3FC2QGvufQFd3aUEUrCgpRo8VTFhXPEBIUIjNZVbn6" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"What is on your mind? This face...." Elke growls waving a hand at
Danuta's face, obviously annoyed. </p><p>Danuta softens. "I'm sorry, but...." She grinds her teeth thinking
herself a moron for bringing this up. "This is heat we don't need right
now, Ms. Giacomina." She waits, ready to bolt. </p><p><br /> </p><p>"Explain." Elke's voice is cold. </p><p>Danuta draws in a breath, then says, "We've taken three Detectives who
were all active in the case we are directly involved with. We are trying
to operate quietly - keeping them working on the cases they have to
keep them busy. And...if we give them back now, we have a lovely group
of assholes to take the wrap for us...thanks to you." She smiles. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiE0slLCYLGhrlyIBzm24SNsWnQzLxls95WWNV5DbyvLuEd1Io9ZH8rVvhH8IDAJs-g1N59Q898ET0o1ekDgD_g3DLqYW-wppbbfjYSZqVAAPkqoXDKmvW9gfUXkQ1wzOoaBwAlhveGMUofKANBvDaQ7uXDTesWcttB9guFQtZiauv3pKBLS1XBuuPyqheQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiE0slLCYLGhrlyIBzm24SNsWnQzLxls95WWNV5DbyvLuEd1Io9ZH8rVvhH8IDAJs-g1N59Q898ET0o1ekDgD_g3DLqYW-wppbbfjYSZqVAAPkqoXDKmvW9gfUXkQ1wzOoaBwAlhveGMUofKANBvDaQ7uXDTesWcttB9guFQtZiauv3pKBLS1XBuuPyqheQ" width="240" /></a></div><p></p><p>Elke narrows her eyes, but says nothing. </p><p>Danuta waits quietly. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj7dZwPURD347Jcts5J5JRL6xvIy0zVjd0CKKKUyecO6Ju_t-byUCjoqWCQTIV4_kKN95UZutp--Zh4m9fZp-a3kgjRt99GI2Yw_X9n1hZ6UIn1CHChOKqf41FyhITCvsR2EUUf5cfZyvESRN2HDR7R844ikW0CwMMWnKRlRB0mVaATySLL05TRxWIvth0Y" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj7dZwPURD347Jcts5J5JRL6xvIy0zVjd0CKKKUyecO6Ju_t-byUCjoqWCQTIV4_kKN95UZutp--Zh4m9fZp-a3kgjRt99GI2Yw_X9n1hZ6UIn1CHChOKqf41FyhITCvsR2EUUf5cfZyvESRN2HDR7R844ikW0CwMMWnKRlRB0mVaATySLL05TRxWIvth0Y=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Elke lets a smile pay on her lips. "It is dangerous to be right in
matters on which the established authorities are wrong. Voltaire." She
takes a deep breath. </p><p>Danuta bows her head. </p><p> "We'll talk it through later." Elke returns to her phone and Danuta who
takes that as a queue to leave...rapidly. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi87lK8_yblfc1Y8Qp4Og1VrGoVgNuILISjeNq9p8n3-lOBQN1UcVS-NOE5aFxUgrkcrV83cjJAIZTpO3sN1qS_fO__C3hv72U7uj3em2TLFAyHC7Mxu57h_0J40YH8uV1gG2NiY2QTNOu8rZyc-HELsG3QsBY7rc4G8IZt8zzQH7ERH6tmqhZ8woDRfVPL" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi87lK8_yblfc1Y8Qp4Og1VrGoVgNuILISjeNq9p8n3-lOBQN1UcVS-NOE5aFxUgrkcrV83cjJAIZTpO3sN1qS_fO__C3hv72U7uj3em2TLFAyHC7Mxu57h_0J40YH8uV1gG2NiY2QTNOu8rZyc-HELsG3QsBY7rc4G8IZt8zzQH7ERH6tmqhZ8woDRfVPL" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjszT7eBPcBqJFb2iT2tWjXA6Xpv598Na18GoZxB0E0r1xM3C8uHFfGpbJqPJPu66d5UR3o4n66ZrDMdivJk_tulGCA8iFBAadiWhWM64JhFKLDTaBfa4-LSU5LDIDfRF662vGy1WHKQLX1t16KsmKfbfeQEq65Wh81n6PnkdtbCopes4XTJD2KIpGKfDcJ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjszT7eBPcBqJFb2iT2tWjXA6Xpv598Na18GoZxB0E0r1xM3C8uHFfGpbJqPJPu66d5UR3o4n66ZrDMdivJk_tulGCA8iFBAadiWhWM64JhFKLDTaBfa4-LSU5LDIDfRF662vGy1WHKQLX1t16KsmKfbfeQEq65Wh81n6PnkdtbCopes4XTJD2KIpGKfDcJ" width="240" /></a></div><br />__________<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg_3v7yk5Q6I_wiJfOtb52BeKoVsuVv1m_j3Vg2ZkDfCnT-E4ij7W2v0E8oVmkUGCVDMhSQvY8E28cnD5iEpBedOMPyeFTSWHlWrR0YppR_xgBV53YiZx8ayX9Gb_pFo1PIS9uo_JUP8SNB7Djd-cjKV4ZcaZNViWNJ-2sZyOIoOwNJmnuKxR11pZNOVnAY" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg_3v7yk5Q6I_wiJfOtb52BeKoVsuVv1m_j3Vg2ZkDfCnT-E4ij7W2v0E8oVmkUGCVDMhSQvY8E28cnD5iEpBedOMPyeFTSWHlWrR0YppR_xgBV53YiZx8ayX9Gb_pFo1PIS9uo_JUP8SNB7Djd-cjKV4ZcaZNViWNJ-2sZyOIoOwNJmnuKxR11pZNOVnAY=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><p><br /><b>"Mother? Do you miss me? Do you regret killing me?"</b> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhMoBXTk3Mt6wnbWfIhbAU8AT-PGjfZb0iheP7wFXVsdqRazZr5bdNvQEZ5s-6oG95_Zwaddb6Sky-MKqw1jyvRpIOZ8KP1o723KEy3DJY0F6lH5Hkhtz7unIAAbCHHy62GWrmrXoUNs07CAyIjrQcmhL43ZDpyXM1SFCa7aakMa4-yM12AK8z9b311gclr" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhMoBXTk3Mt6wnbWfIhbAU8AT-PGjfZb0iheP7wFXVsdqRazZr5bdNvQEZ5s-6oG95_Zwaddb6Sky-MKqw1jyvRpIOZ8KP1o723KEy3DJY0F6lH5Hkhtz7unIAAbCHHy62GWrmrXoUNs07CAyIjrQcmhL43ZDpyXM1SFCa7aakMa4-yM12AK8z9b311gclr" width="320" /></a></div> <p></p><p> </p><p>Olivia isn't shaken like the first time a cruel call like this came through
even though the push from the <br />other end of the connection is stronger
this time.
She concentrates and chants, forcing her will through the digital
connection. She smiles when she hears a scream and the line goes dead. </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEggfMLclLgqfS729WLDpGwNyZMDVR8ZdRROMHmeals5NHfaPxzWTbEnBS1r2fm3q2fyRdCXZUvo96SV2LdGEzOXNHnb9-GgE_Y8g2lpSwEyTulemEAtJFNPXFa7n3VtDjV6Q4Jo_fX0VjU_JjObyNbZyNvCxiHNaStawyUecPbVzXFEOhZH1b69LhJAu3ix" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEggfMLclLgqfS729WLDpGwNyZMDVR8ZdRROMHmeals5NHfaPxzWTbEnBS1r2fm3q2fyRdCXZUvo96SV2LdGEzOXNHnb9-GgE_Y8g2lpSwEyTulemEAtJFNPXFa7n3VtDjV6Q4Jo_fX0VjU_JjObyNbZyNvCxiHNaStawyUecPbVzXFEOhZH1b69LhJAu3ix" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p> </p><p>"KADO! HIROTO! It worked! The phone chant." Olivia places the phone on
the table and whispers, "I hope you enjoy the migraine, you monster." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhaZsSJR3FRAh_9Y4ZQwVAWoDeir1XWSQ_5bRyE90C649tNCu7u_sNqePIbedgoieyuzNJN31iOQH0PHqs4SO7cFV4-_0t4PwAp7FwYsE7jED3dZ6eao4WhcBciJFU-HD5Ffde7E23HnFWgRofhyy65m5vwdD8R3lyE6-JdYYILEy56zveDQgEUbvdKsP_I" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhaZsSJR3FRAh_9Y4ZQwVAWoDeir1XWSQ_5bRyE90C649tNCu7u_sNqePIbedgoieyuzNJN31iOQH0PHqs4SO7cFV4-_0t4PwAp7FwYsE7jED3dZ6eao4WhcBciJFU-HD5Ffde7E23HnFWgRofhyy65m5vwdD8R3lyE6-JdYYILEy56zveDQgEUbvdKsP_I" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Hiroto moves into the room, still in the habit of looking for Tanner
around every corner. "They called again?" </p><p>"Yes. Thank you. I hope it--" Olivia and Hiroto jump when the phone
rings again. A special ringtone Olivia has set. </p><p>The two women look at
each other in shock as Olivia retrieves the phone. </p><p>"Yes?" </p><p>The voice is familiar - a stream of frightened Italian pouring
over the line. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhrEREAEaCRS70U4zdoqbuGYEAXfxjJDktCY7iROVjyGGez646rHjNmHRRepS9m8INJLB-_u25Mg1uP9Rz6vWf0PApm2SDLjfGXl3ErKAWiKl0sSg0KEwO-Hdjf8ajURux1l2s5M5Zxcj10BAMLNemklm5_SFSKtowBdAE3qU5g0acrW1lx2LayaDJLz0c4" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1097" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhrEREAEaCRS70U4zdoqbuGYEAXfxjJDktCY7iROVjyGGez646rHjNmHRRepS9m8INJLB-_u25Mg1uP9Rz6vWf0PApm2SDLjfGXl3ErKAWiKl0sSg0KEwO-Hdjf8ajURux1l2s5M5Zxcj10BAMLNemklm5_SFSKtowBdAE3qU5g0acrW1lx2LayaDJLz0c4" width="315" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"They got her out! They got her out of the F^CKING police station!" She
gasps out the words through tears screaming out the code word names of
the other Locks. "Aradia - DEAD! Februus - DEAD! Fortuna saw the monster
woman MOMENTS from her shop! NOX....what do I do?!" Terror fills the
woman's voice. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjxGJ-k4AahGoPRPIKo9fkybQGya474w54XHn7wZEbTgl98CdmCJJKbRn9ESO-E0p2Qu-lzuDLkVp3SuDQKoJY0xYYFqjRep9jlNCDn-yGZtlTUvVJBe-Kv8Up49zt0fZE4xYU88xg020r9ryG8rskgdKHlaTbwOUBlkWnPvr8JLZIkpFRnxcut7SsE0578" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjxGJ-k4AahGoPRPIKo9fkybQGya474w54XHn7wZEbTgl98CdmCJJKbRn9ESO-E0p2Qu-lzuDLkVp3SuDQKoJY0xYYFqjRep9jlNCDn-yGZtlTUvVJBe-Kv8Up49zt0fZE4xYU88xg020r9ryG8rskgdKHlaTbwOUBlkWnPvr8JLZIkpFRnxcut7SsE0578" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p> Olivia thinks, but says nothing. </p><p>"NOX?!" </p><p>"You'll come here. To me. To us. Stay where you are. I'll make
arrangements at once." Olivia hangs up. "We need to get the remaining Sisters out of Italy."<br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh2zsD-0N6Hciz-4_Lb2KEu6MX_KBTf624VE7LqDzpLPHtU_6mmIcjsTUyXN7R5sCnFppWQh7DqFKG29sM4SSkuOiPO8T4kgzGVNuxh7tVq4Qis3CC6c4Ix5J1fswpwGIH02qWOqh1OyMzJiS0Zg9ZRBXmcL5SeHMn2784X_JlgZc3oPLL8pfOCuzDTuh92" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh2zsD-0N6Hciz-4_Lb2KEu6MX_KBTf624VE7LqDzpLPHtU_6mmIcjsTUyXN7R5sCnFppWQh7DqFKG29sM4SSkuOiPO8T4kgzGVNuxh7tVq4Qis3CC6c4Ix5J1fswpwGIH02qWOqh1OyMzJiS0Zg9ZRBXmcL5SeHMn2784X_JlgZc3oPLL8pfOCuzDTuh92" width="320" /></a></div><br /> ____________<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEghT7QiqjnoWmdceSEDPNkYQHbl2kcNLZRH6YuXS-wtqBHNhiaj4-v9DHREEIirp6DqBat7gxgqsnIRkd1mFfm5E-no4Hj9mLjsQbiJ40Evyz5QdiDt-L0m1pz18PJuZ7k08Z-TrVo_i5GC_WaK_ip1KDHIc4XK4rUglju9tRkei94nPfkQZNcqoMYVSRUl" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEghT7QiqjnoWmdceSEDPNkYQHbl2kcNLZRH6YuXS-wtqBHNhiaj4-v9DHREEIirp6DqBat7gxgqsnIRkd1mFfm5E-no4Hj9mLjsQbiJ40Evyz5QdiDt-L0m1pz18PJuZ7k08Z-TrVo_i5GC_WaK_ip1KDHIc4XK4rUglju9tRkei94nPfkQZNcqoMYVSRUl=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p><b>A vision of Olivia smashes into Elke like a runaway train.</b> </p><p>Fire ripples
over her as massive wings unfold. The heat from the flames slices over
Elke's skin and she screams in terror as she remembers the flames of the
night months ago that brought her to the brink of death. </p><p>Olivia's voice booms like thunder. </p><p><b><i>"NEVER MENTION MY DAUGHTER AGAIN!
LEAVE ME AND MINE ALONE...OR I SHALL MAKE THE FLAMES LICK YOUR FLESH
AGAIN....TO THE BONE!"</i></b></p><p><b><i> </i></b>__________ </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi0OWgUouZI7t2kO2dElRv96MyxhSDxghHOq5jTpmY3ooD7d2x_yqFCDHsOIrc-Ure_9YRhZH83LWwEqGqyFJGXK8j0ksoxfszSEm1oKvqEzQPlZ-AieoDRXybXPUq_BW_oCNiFnAI4bqTSF4wXqpZFwURt_l7TVyqmL4ssxEISW4g7lhxI4HON-2LFsiM0" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi0OWgUouZI7t2kO2dElRv96MyxhSDxghHOq5jTpmY3ooD7d2x_yqFCDHsOIrc-Ure_9YRhZH83LWwEqGqyFJGXK8j0ksoxfszSEm1oKvqEzQPlZ-AieoDRXybXPUq_BW_oCNiFnAI4bqTSF4wXqpZFwURt_l7TVyqmL4ssxEISW4g7lhxI4HON-2LFsiM0" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg-oF3Qz4jTvMMUS2_nNoZahr9vFStytCnbZyOAfENdoXgpoGq8a71UQaUjES0shUDJrEMVVw0o9lyFInjAYwUc7PWPpkF_RTYCQ1quHJ2hSrxv-_cw_Ew8z0JNf7dcBI2Vpv-IdoBGT0QuCnIMWfnRdMPz4i03OVqTorPhNOFzMTySM3DOINbEpswIYsr8" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg-oF3Qz4jTvMMUS2_nNoZahr9vFStytCnbZyOAfENdoXgpoGq8a71UQaUjES0shUDJrEMVVw0o9lyFInjAYwUc7PWPpkF_RTYCQ1quHJ2hSrxv-_cw_Ew8z0JNf7dcBI2Vpv-IdoBGT0QuCnIMWfnRdMPz4i03OVqTorPhNOFzMTySM3DOINbEpswIYsr8" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Danuta comes running when she hears Elke wailing. The screams are blood
curdling. When she enters the room, Elke is writhing on the floor and
screaming bloody murder. </p><p>"MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP!!!!! BURNING! BURNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjRiO0-CzlBg3OKQoIXxpVMQwMpstYqUv-nq0z2gh0_wItT5ZX1BIjXc5iLE9ml811cb76AXl-x54yS_NgmpB2db6j3lYmz0VLldOpXssu7ZfpMx1O_Sn7JipWxndBw0L8a9tvN_LAxc0bZeXyCvN61NR61Y7NTR4f5LpIpirvHCCfP35th88A9yz8Jin45" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjRiO0-CzlBg3OKQoIXxpVMQwMpstYqUv-nq0z2gh0_wItT5ZX1BIjXc5iLE9ml811cb76AXl-x54yS_NgmpB2db6j3lYmz0VLldOpXssu7ZfpMx1O_Sn7JipWxndBw0L8a9tvN_LAxc0bZeXyCvN61NR61Y7NTR4f5LpIpirvHCCfP35th88A9yz8Jin45" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Danuta falls to her side and tries to hold onto Elke, but she's flailing
and kicking wildly. She looks around, sees the phone, and grinds her
teeth. Elke was messing with the Moore woman again and it backfired. She
thinks for a moment, then starts screaming in Polish over Elke's
wailing. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhONQ1gfggvqRbhuFQ2VzOjyImTzuon43O5fAtjDhi4Al2W3dDRU3gcOTX45cMrGa7A7j9blOIODZZkkjpLBCTn620ZVYZLG_2HjdLSFyqV2ZB2pmHZFYtfpGEdIO-DK3Y2NReSuFI2COJH9ELe4CSo_AC4JDND28Ep0DX7F5zjYhB21PDsgo-7Co2pSI78" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhONQ1gfggvqRbhuFQ2VzOjyImTzuon43O5fAtjDhi4Al2W3dDRU3gcOTX45cMrGa7A7j9blOIODZZkkjpLBCTn620ZVYZLG_2HjdLSFyqV2ZB2pmHZFYtfpGEdIO-DK3Y2NReSuFI2COJH9ELe4CSo_AC4JDND28Ep0DX7F5zjYhB21PDsgo-7Co2pSI78" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"Przynieś jej spokój. Złagodź jej lęki. Złagodzić jej ból. Przynieś jej
spokój z jej lęków. Wszystko dobrze. Spokojna. Spokojna!"
(( <i>Bring the calm to her. Ease her fears. Ease her pain. Bring her peace
from her fears. All is well. Calm. Calm! </i>)) </p><p>Gradually, Elke starts to go quiet....calm...and still. She sobs and
winces at phantom pains that still ripple through her. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhP9nm0GQ8gqfPiBr1Kvbp3NWpku9L7msx-GDnUvGAzjy1ahySGmBOcNuJpx0YZcMNOR3J7uqVXO90bcgh4PvUMJ7vuqHY8mdQRIN4KdKKmREiP24RCI-SbZEj4Kxon3yFB_zdRY77HA5DN0KDNX8gcjsH9TN-gkoh6rxDK0j4ngCqUd4jWuxGiq4iQqjvv" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhP9nm0GQ8gqfPiBr1Kvbp3NWpku9L7msx-GDnUvGAzjy1ahySGmBOcNuJpx0YZcMNOR3J7uqVXO90bcgh4PvUMJ7vuqHY8mdQRIN4KdKKmREiP24RCI-SbZEj4Kxon3yFB_zdRY77HA5DN0KDNX8gcjsH9TN-gkoh6rxDK0j4ngCqUd4jWuxGiq4iQqjvv=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"Shhhh....I've got you. I've got you." Danuta says softly as she cradles
Elke. She thinks 'I've got you right where I want you - owing me a
favor.' and she smiles to herself. <br /><br />_________</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgcMQiG8p4RMTsU_l2LN5MOd_pBEObrRPhSukY9tbncrxyzDGBORxivyR8dMyKtzgGulfc5WhuN6aQ6Rp_45y7hfB0qhAgnoRWThfuLWEhb8VjZKTkca8h3F9PE86Op-fb6oM8jj5a82x2Xwy6gxLJ3wXIVl7zQtYlWR_NDSJnrndWHQQXzCEMys2QzNg_E" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgcMQiG8p4RMTsU_l2LN5MOd_pBEObrRPhSukY9tbncrxyzDGBORxivyR8dMyKtzgGulfc5WhuN6aQ6Rp_45y7hfB0qhAgnoRWThfuLWEhb8VjZKTkca8h3F9PE86Op-fb6oM8jj5a82x2Xwy6gxLJ3wXIVl7zQtYlWR_NDSJnrndWHQQXzCEMys2QzNg_E" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><b>United States</b><p></p><p><b> </b></p><p><b>Vanda walks Jennifer Lee out, then comes back swearing like a sailor. </b> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjU8YmchVQMvbvyPP-_jHuHVJ_2K6031AdP78KRGpVi_4IWy7KqdRxe5ALLphWQ-xZblhDr17VjNZLzHqBuKv3FhEKljFqVZloVnQ_0-Xk6j1rDcFyPcq716hFjDP3sBxQ_0ZGr3k5SE2aT2avQO7a2X1jAXhwknQUSwF9cZ87AUsHZv4OIZfgADH4_bOkU" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjU8YmchVQMvbvyPP-_jHuHVJ_2K6031AdP78KRGpVi_4IWy7KqdRxe5ALLphWQ-xZblhDr17VjNZLzHqBuKv3FhEKljFqVZloVnQ_0-Xk6j1rDcFyPcq716hFjDP3sBxQ_0ZGr3k5SE2aT2avQO7a2X1jAXhwknQUSwF9cZ87AUsHZv4OIZfgADH4_bOkU" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"What the actual F^CK is going on. GAWD DAMN MUTHER F^CKING PIECE OF
SH!T MORELLI!" She stomps up to Fabrizia. "Telling me to stay here.
Yeah, no SH!T, stay here. I'd probably be arrested right off the plane
by the sound of it!" </p><p>Fabrizia thinks, saying nothing. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhddlfoNy4iPs769tLXeSSHCznv_w9LBDMiX6hCWoJe57p6nllzhRkbDsL2P8zzrCttf0G1VwIDDy96ePAfJFVLZcqybt69NF-BnrOlX8r8TaUBAYK1t0DqkC1vn8AElPBu6alkwMB5_fmuz0075nmBqlmc1ZbLErRV5zyVAt8D2LJIFNxmfxmlBo72iQDq" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhddlfoNy4iPs769tLXeSSHCznv_w9LBDMiX6hCWoJe57p6nllzhRkbDsL2P8zzrCttf0G1VwIDDy96ePAfJFVLZcqybt69NF-BnrOlX8r8TaUBAYK1t0DqkC1vn8AElPBu6alkwMB5_fmuz0075nmBqlmc1ZbLErRV5zyVAt8D2LJIFNxmfxmlBo72iQDq" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"Feel free to jump in on this SH!T SHOW, Fabi..." Vanda falls into the
chair with a huff. </p><p>Fabrizia looks at Vanda and whispers, "There's no need to scream. The
old man can't hear you over there in Italy."
She looks stern and it reminds Vanda of their Aunt's face those nights
she'd get home late after sneaking out of the house. </p><p>"Sorry....I'm just
freaked right now." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgo5ebWoPXo7DHwLUH6pNs3kqt09DgFx1f1Ca1AhYRsDbIuaSgYyLiCOgjyFNgHHF_QnzMHH0IVo5DN3xgG_h0lu6HowNfcRoGNczhs5hTI6aa4QyKzVoSTGnQvShtM4JC7BuAmnnXdioOZlF97eagDtqw5S_jq637dTQzxoM-efss_yXadkVpCG4A7MlTX" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgo5ebWoPXo7DHwLUH6pNs3kqt09DgFx1f1Ca1AhYRsDbIuaSgYyLiCOgjyFNgHHF_QnzMHH0IVo5DN3xgG_h0lu6HowNfcRoGNczhs5hTI6aa4QyKzVoSTGnQvShtM4JC7BuAmnnXdioOZlF97eagDtqw5S_jq637dTQzxoM-efss_yXadkVpCG4A7MlTX=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiTEziCR-_quRdLosyy0sLtC7pw27Az4A9YP8M28Nv0y6sr5blQdqpNTrMR1hE-59dSXgvP7V2-YYS6XFjh6ULsr95iASnF8MihGPQbk9xATNAIGLtYTWMLnswCQvyixb4bAQWIwf2_11zfXmvOt6UQ3eiE8Fr5u_eLX0ei04mhYLRjApRFs2lEulP21Jyb" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiTEziCR-_quRdLosyy0sLtC7pw27Az4A9YP8M28Nv0y6sr5blQdqpNTrMR1hE-59dSXgvP7V2-YYS6XFjh6ULsr95iASnF8MihGPQbk9xATNAIGLtYTWMLnswCQvyixb4bAQWIwf2_11zfXmvOt6UQ3eiE8Fr5u_eLX0ei04mhYLRjApRFs2lEulP21Jyb" width="320" /></a></div>"Did you do anything wrong? Illegal?" <p></p><p>"No? I don't think so." </p><p>"So, we calm down. We wait to hear more. Jennifer said she'd keep us
informed. We'll see what happens, Vanda. That's all we can do."
Fabrizia's voice is like butter as usual and Vanda calms. </p><p><br /> </p><p>"I like this new, Super Manager Fabrizia." Vanda sighs as Fabrizia rubs
her back. <b></b></p><p><b>_______________</b></p><p><b></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhfjrTcINIzdUyh-vp5lmb1FmYIWU1vZCjW_iIBTLhiBRr0Gplc2giaW29aUAOcsEy1593vSvhKGFFCerwB8FZZa2EGdC-x9Rx5jCAyys5yd9DT96tcJZf7VpYGKYX5oo1tfvE9p1Bt8lzWYbHyCg-ssoAWvAaFe774TOZziCZKkKsjE_7KzKy_pTOcplA9" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhfjrTcINIzdUyh-vp5lmb1FmYIWU1vZCjW_iIBTLhiBRr0Gplc2giaW29aUAOcsEy1593vSvhKGFFCerwB8FZZa2EGdC-x9Rx5jCAyys5yd9DT96tcJZf7VpYGKYX5oo1tfvE9p1Bt8lzWYbHyCg-ssoAWvAaFe774TOZziCZKkKsjE_7KzKy_pTOcplA9=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></b></div><b><br /> </b><p></p><p><b>Italy<br /><br />Angelo Vitale's words still ring in the house. </b></p><p><b> </b>
_____ </p><p>"But...after the fact when things are done. Following up at scenes.
And, a better pay, more benefits, more time off." </p><p>_____ </p><p>Angela wrings her hands together as Chief Trevisan assigns more people
to the house and surrounding area. </p><p>So many people. </p><p>Officers looking for
Angelo and Marco...but some who may also have been the people
responsible for their capture, too. If she ever found them, she's slice
them open from neck to sex. </p><p>A fire of rage burns in her. </p><p>Someone speaks to her, but she barely listens.
Where was Madame Rosetti? The whole shop had been closed up tight for
days now. Right when Angela needed her the most. </p><p> </p><p>______________</p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiAvU7gGtEFRITNTC37B4kmjPxFwumnm7SUQiOU99HRfwyYWJLDskh-qW8ROOpncJD7UHbDKe2sI3DZxjRqWKV8T37miM1q_2wyCInzFdDmHew0R-M7VuE_ELKNjjNRYDlLn1Ft-Tndk_H1pggi7yJaD6tXUy3UCoOsKd_cnJaP5jle3byHoBRF_JFUJDcx" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiAvU7gGtEFRITNTC37B4kmjPxFwumnm7SUQiOU99HRfwyYWJLDskh-qW8ROOpncJD7UHbDKe2sI3DZxjRqWKV8T37miM1q_2wyCInzFdDmHew0R-M7VuE_ELKNjjNRYDlLn1Ft-Tndk_H1pggi7yJaD6tXUy3UCoOsKd_cnJaP5jle3byHoBRF_JFUJDcx" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><b>Detective Zampa wakes to the sound of horrible screaming. </b> </p><p>"What the hell...." she mutters as she scans the weird room she's in.
She sees a little shirt dress that's been left with her food and slips
into it. </p><p>"No shoes or underwear. Ok." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgNu_xeUVlAO6gB_DCyc0BfFQfUUjXW20gLhprWzZxkHLpzeAwgVzWOufAfXAnUbvEh1qEjWu0DihWBj8j6e9BEP4i2Aqba3CQngx34qf7UJpOEQkoLn57NIUIjn-3eyYdWlWjr25xbXIlbAzCPx2OZUW9x3SUwbLxvkujwEoFuL4ndI9uPYQMTWecO8pr4" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1086" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgNu_xeUVlAO6gB_DCyc0BfFQfUUjXW20gLhprWzZxkHLpzeAwgVzWOufAfXAnUbvEh1qEjWu0DihWBj8j6e9BEP4i2Aqba3CQngx34qf7UJpOEQkoLn57NIUIjn-3eyYdWlWjr25xbXIlbAzCPx2OZUW9x3SUwbLxvkujwEoFuL4ndI9uPYQMTWecO8pr4" width="318" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>She looks around for some sign of a
door or window, but doesn't see anything. "This doesn't make sense." </p><p>She frowns and looks around for anything that may conceal a way
out...then she looks up. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi8GkYLODccakUn6s5tr8YaeUf3Q7O1L__z-IW4ee04cN-GwFNyIJH0iH39hF90JVajpKqotPDQvsRs0QnF-YAoxOtpb3dBObJmTm9n-qZASkaF4J9eV1cfCLpwTlBcWdvyJn1WTyO3oAOLT_yI35LJ7N4gQhj7n2HuKYGH-OVyIIAxmpkJFU690u_dKxJr" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi8GkYLODccakUn6s5tr8YaeUf3Q7O1L__z-IW4ee04cN-GwFNyIJH0iH39hF90JVajpKqotPDQvsRs0QnF-YAoxOtpb3dBObJmTm9n-qZASkaF4J9eV1cfCLpwTlBcWdvyJn1WTyO3oAOLT_yI35LJ7N4gQhj7n2HuKYGH-OVyIIAxmpkJFU690u_dKxJr" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>There high above her on the ceiling is a door with an elaborate carving
on the front of a woman's face. It has dark, horrible eyes that stare
down at Zampa. </p><p>"What...." she starts to say, but a wave of vertigo catches her and she
swoons and leans against the wall. </p><p>Years of disproving strangeness like this falls away as her reality
becomes more and more clouded. </p><p>"None of this makes sense," she whispers,
but she doesn't dare look up at the strange door again. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjg9GFY6o01_MmbzPSFoitpkIaoDbNMPgNiL4UhKIgDPr_X8j4O1iQe9BVVnpwJD8bAfp4wKY-CNqPB9_pXn55xyoMS9vKsBQf0GjJGg3F40rpjgz8l6_J2jfe-JimJ30vSnLzSybX87_f5lb2xhH25vWSU67FWJ-MExbk0HEYKLIrry7TQwfDpuCBotiQS" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjg9GFY6o01_MmbzPSFoitpkIaoDbNMPgNiL4UhKIgDPr_X8j4O1iQe9BVVnpwJD8bAfp4wKY-CNqPB9_pXn55xyoMS9vKsBQf0GjJGg3F40rpjgz8l6_J2jfe-JimJ30vSnLzSybX87_f5lb2xhH25vWSU67FWJ-MExbk0HEYKLIrry7TQwfDpuCBotiQS" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p><b> </b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh-_wCxMsSKUmz07clMmwPkwleSt9MXZ1GRUjjTgR1aZAQIkzwuaQ28DwDHavx2kRoCG95JA4O0rinmpU2CCYqoKxfI9UA1vBxq09UWQt6opZewzdAMhMMBDVkNWoiw7th66gGhIRnGNMP0lSDcuhCojTwxnytIAJaSpLd4f062pq8SMLQnGxwO_DOdU8Mg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh-_wCxMsSKUmz07clMmwPkwleSt9MXZ1GRUjjTgR1aZAQIkzwuaQ28DwDHavx2kRoCG95JA4O0rinmpU2CCYqoKxfI9UA1vBxq09UWQt6opZewzdAMhMMBDVkNWoiw7th66gGhIRnGNMP0lSDcuhCojTwxnytIAJaSpLd4f062pq8SMLQnGxwO_DOdU8Mg=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></b></div><b><br /></b><p></p><p><b> </b></p><p><b>Petri and one of his goons burst into the room where Segreto and Vitale
are held.</b> He kneels and unlocks the lock that secures the cuffs to the
wall and yanks Vitale to his feet. </p><p>"Congratulations, you're the lucky winner today. Come on, she wants to
see you." </p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjwJ15pg7SI-X7QQ7CloEUO1f67QKtXilttDhtn9UNVrHWW_8E9y20UHaho21M2o9RMYBgXff4d3s2_BzjxFuHnSnoRXEwh48V3L6UpRugeSAqeFNfcD7nKXHTe63uFoxilQ5vKqUtWEhrQXT1lvWfQLUnpRoPfHSy7f53A7dYk9NK17eC--Xv28CK4j4Qo" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjwJ15pg7SI-X7QQ7CloEUO1f67QKtXilttDhtn9UNVrHWW_8E9y20UHaho21M2o9RMYBgXff4d3s2_BzjxFuHnSnoRXEwh48V3L6UpRugeSAqeFNfcD7nKXHTe63uFoxilQ5vKqUtWEhrQXT1lvWfQLUnpRoPfHSy7f53A7dYk9NK17eC--Xv28CK4j4Qo" width="320" /></a></div><br />"You're going to hang for this, Petri. You--" Vitale winces as Petri
yanks the cuffs.
"Take the cuffs off him and try that, you piece of shit coward!" <p></p><p>Segreto
is filled with rage. </p><p>"Easy, Marco. We'll get them all later. Stay strong!" Vitale tries to
glance back at Segreto as he's shoved out of the room. </p><p>The door slams and the goon stands there as if waiting. </p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhCIkm2bAHjUqQbfShkyq4T7YMNtK4yg9c1dDR3AuA59hNBd62aEo44GzhFALMqzJ7ZYWdBPpjpqTZvH1L0IchpfI0JNOZmaAubiRVRWr1Flh985H7Ncde96uMs8_R6S0pSH2PzNzDtF2BARd7GhLGlyegyfIDYj9Ew1i_r1vSXOwaLjW-YM6f4IyZeMrIk" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhCIkm2bAHjUqQbfShkyq4T7YMNtK4yg9c1dDR3AuA59hNBd62aEo44GzhFALMqzJ7ZYWdBPpjpqTZvH1L0IchpfI0JNOZmaAubiRVRWr1Flh985H7Ncde96uMs8_R6S0pSH2PzNzDtF2BARd7GhLGlyegyfIDYj9Ew1i_r1vSXOwaLjW-YM6f4IyZeMrIk" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"Not too late. Let me out, I can go get help, and you don't have to hang
with the rest of your team. You can stop all of this. You can--" </p><p> "You can shut up." The man's voice is wet and...wrong. Like he's talking
through a wet sponge. "You're not going anywhere....ever." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhFvhYRslkIk1vDZ1FFKiyoHXhEgW1XxjRERrgsVVsxOqWc92Kz5qumbhqX5PGColes5j2dHq_QeOw-7MR4L24riW7cf-kf1Sn7iYwledQ3KRyJUhhbF2P-5ipW5LJIMbnBK6YwVZQ4o5dxK8lJSdAQoY8cpzV86uCnmZAaWxXH418PvzvJzQV5CWxcPdRj" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhFvhYRslkIk1vDZ1FFKiyoHXhEgW1XxjRERrgsVVsxOqWc92Kz5qumbhqX5PGColes5j2dHq_QeOw-7MR4L24riW7cf-kf1Sn7iYwledQ3KRyJUhhbF2P-5ipW5LJIMbnBK6YwVZQ4o5dxK8lJSdAQoY8cpzV86uCnmZAaWxXH418PvzvJzQV5CWxcPdRj" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p> The horrible, evil sounding rasp of the man's voice sends chills down
Segreto's spine. What the hell was wrong with him? What was behind that
mask? </p><p> </p><p> </p>malcoJOJOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12362522805988503279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8386728540021864055.post-43703496271994062562024-03-04T17:12:00.000-08:002024-03-06T11:16:16.805-08:00The Italy Crossover - 2022 - PART 06<p>The Italy Crossover - 2022 - PART 06</p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhttJJrK9HDYnQfIH6eZM7FwtMNelZD3UvdC2YH1te4ZygFBP5B5T7HW-7biia7DP0BfScq4GxS3J01HpEbYESdpQD_bz0gdsZgW-g9c1WJ3wGSJ--PLCVElwZZ5gTQ0KCjRSC4Cr2tTMuUu6aaKy3BKypFo7I-vcvJibiihTMOTq7eO6_DlggoFqWZjooW" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1808" data-original-width="1796" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhttJJrK9HDYnQfIH6eZM7FwtMNelZD3UvdC2YH1te4ZygFBP5B5T7HW-7biia7DP0BfScq4GxS3J01HpEbYESdpQD_bz0gdsZgW-g9c1WJ3wGSJ--PLCVElwZZ5gTQ0KCjRSC4Cr2tTMuUu6aaKy3BKypFo7I-vcvJibiihTMOTq7eO6_DlggoFqWZjooW=w635-h640" width="635" /></a></div>Frustration. That was the feeling these days. The case was stuck till the cryptologist managed to get something out of the damn symbols. First interrogation with Bruni didn't give much either.<br /><br />Tomas woke up in the night to hear Andreea screaming in her dreams. She got nasty nightmares after that night. He sat in his bed listening, wanting to go to her to the other bedroom, take her into his arms and comfort her but he knew it wasn't wise.<br /><br />Why the hell he ever agreed to that deal. No feelings? Like he ever was good in that. He was very much feeling person and there was no way it wasn't affecting him. Sooner this case was over the better.<p></p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiZkA-moi4p0y7EPciyrE_VWj1cNGbhIDSbJrZ60eLUSheKqdLd5Yi-Ls_jMCxo4F1kOwvUdUsaQaPVPqDK3Hs8_qOWQz1X8b-FlxmlaxtmUc1jAVC58D-M0KVeLsiOmmdD0Elb0KoYqNGSln2JK-gBZIGppVg2OAY-cpiFXaEHQjkb6S-yhym7I5qRO1WO" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1762" data-original-width="1742" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiZkA-moi4p0y7EPciyrE_VWj1cNGbhIDSbJrZ60eLUSheKqdLd5Yi-Ls_jMCxo4F1kOwvUdUsaQaPVPqDK3Hs8_qOWQz1X8b-FlxmlaxtmUc1jAVC58D-M0KVeLsiOmmdD0Elb0KoYqNGSln2JK-gBZIGppVg2OAY-cpiFXaEHQjkb6S-yhym7I5qRO1WO" width="237" /></a></div><br />Tomas looked around the congress center filled with people. Best place to have confidential conversation was among crowds. People don’t care of each other and what they were doing.<br />– Jansen.<br />– Silvio, he nodded at the approaching man. He had got word Tomas wanted to talk and they arranged a quick meeting. He wasn’t excatly on right path but he was still a good man with lot of information.<br /><br />– How do you like Como?<br />– Small, Tomas huffed smoke out of his nostrils. It would be hard to wean that habit of now when he gets back home. He was smoking way too much now.<br />Silvio smirks and looks around.<br />– I’d recommend you get your business done here and get back in your own country before things get messier.<br />– Was that a threath? Tomas eyes narrow.<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgCavqgkn8UowvZqRezAjY9LvgtjLhNjYGoL-8ZWua-8uBdpl9rdPuRwrpW3B9zdmCZSX8Smk2bJPEvA4-cK1LCd0l7LiSJQBOVxvU5ARz4pZe246zT96HJ5fQ5Nmyl3c4Oivvg_fYZD0_cRd4NMAi2s0kvN5laYWLHe1rLCYRvEfBBaVG7yNVIE9B1-vNe" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1754" data-original-width="1740" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgCavqgkn8UowvZqRezAjY9LvgtjLhNjYGoL-8ZWua-8uBdpl9rdPuRwrpW3B9zdmCZSX8Smk2bJPEvA4-cK1LCd0l7LiSJQBOVxvU5ARz4pZe246zT96HJ5fQ5Nmyl3c4Oivvg_fYZD0_cRd4NMAi2s0kvN5laYWLHe1rLCYRvEfBBaVG7yNVIE9B1-vNe" width="238" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />– No. I don’t want to be involved in this either, Silvio clearly shivers. – When there’s this volume of stegheria in here.<br />– Steghe—what?<br />– Witchcraft, Silvio says with low voice that’s almost a whisper. – Old and powerful.<br />That was second time someone Tomas usually trusted mentioned magic users. He blinks, looks suspicious still. <p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEherGcwacnw5td2oEm6sc2nKFMHP11XUhc346Ux6_vnFH7mbfvj894vRtMPTOrKhkk20KOhMa7MeQ3AiJ-quB0M7MXfKEpdnyBGI6Fuz2OC028eS6_oZcYNwsGZwXcrFpGSSA3D-hD5U9-3YBAzwresx3I-DE77_nQjrY1TQKMgTdth9uVGqrBoJ32YvZAS" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1780" data-original-width="1752" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEherGcwacnw5td2oEm6sc2nKFMHP11XUhc346Ux6_vnFH7mbfvj894vRtMPTOrKhkk20KOhMa7MeQ3AiJ-quB0M7MXfKEpdnyBGI6Fuz2OC028eS6_oZcYNwsGZwXcrFpGSSA3D-hD5U9-3YBAzwresx3I-DE77_nQjrY1TQKMgTdth9uVGqrBoJ32YvZAS" width="236" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjHe-MU2lsGx-CPpYd-LBJwrfifSfkKQ_UKBxbhQ1ym7kx7KUcvWKuaABMxgdJPCD8vTP0nLVQtUgufSEyUtsd4AE393eufRVAo34GxwM5dKiLB5dmSYTZAIVI-lcxikKnd7X67wU91qkQqGEcG04iFZRtHhu85WakrTmGHlfyQp4giPlH6aSbpF2UccOOI" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1770" data-original-width="1730" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjHe-MU2lsGx-CPpYd-LBJwrfifSfkKQ_UKBxbhQ1ym7kx7KUcvWKuaABMxgdJPCD8vTP0nLVQtUgufSEyUtsd4AE393eufRVAo34GxwM5dKiLB5dmSYTZAIVI-lcxikKnd7X67wU91qkQqGEcG04iFZRtHhu85WakrTmGHlfyQp4giPlH6aSbpF2UccOOI" width="235" /></a></div><p><br /><br />I deleted all the mails you send about the symbols. If I was asked, I never saw them or know anything about this case. Silvio continues and takes quick glance around.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgeCfIjw9J_gcCfBBr2k9YHSG465Os7hTLitQR2ueE5Ioxgg_zlyyQ3nn-F2uI-Mvnk6DKKDDsExdJLMVytqqM496bvtY9kgls0_DkRKhoIVvbplVh5pA70DN3V57GC49zS7KxtUmtCTwy2QZa6I1Z0HTKTTG7AoIqUq4C6RNlpHyz10Mo_jPJsYSfWtXW2" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1776" data-original-width="1702" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgeCfIjw9J_gcCfBBr2k9YHSG465Os7hTLitQR2ueE5Ioxgg_zlyyQ3nn-F2uI-Mvnk6DKKDDsExdJLMVytqqM496bvtY9kgls0_DkRKhoIVvbplVh5pA70DN3V57GC49zS7KxtUmtCTwy2QZa6I1Z0HTKTTG7AoIqUq4C6RNlpHyz10Mo_jPJsYSfWtXW2=w383-h400" width="383" /></a></div><br /><br />– Everything is in these papers.<br />– You are afraid?<br />– So you should be too, he replies giving the papers to Tomas. – There’s enough rumors going on in the streets to know there’s quite a lot of truth among them.<br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhcMgt_y6yXG7Ex9I2UM3k622RJvfASSTGmf2m8fWJXj6u3_aW9NTzDXgEs88lqpRpSI8E6_2vK_v_4IoifiCJrofmq8zEfCpFYxY5iQW3wjRxkxPz8yps2cdsABbwPUSiJlW_Dqz442MAkH5muYyedp0MUJcs5hCj1vW74_OYmLYgEVfjEbtj7B0GtjnYw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1826" data-original-width="1830" height="398" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhcMgt_y6yXG7Ex9I2UM3k622RJvfASSTGmf2m8fWJXj6u3_aW9NTzDXgEs88lqpRpSI8E6_2vK_v_4IoifiCJrofmq8zEfCpFYxY5iQW3wjRxkxPz8yps2cdsABbwPUSiJlW_Dqz442MAkH5muYyedp0MUJcs5hCj1vW74_OYmLYgEVfjEbtj7B0GtjnYw=w400-h398" width="400" /></a></div><p><br /><br />Tomas is about to classify him into superstitious fool but he can’t do that anymore. Not after what he faced himself.<br />– I think I might have encountered something already, he says and looks at the papers. Old lists of names, pictures of symbols with handwritten notes what they mean.<br /><br />– Get some protection. This is ugly thing you are facing.<br />– What kind of protection?</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjMGZmT05TfUev4QNtn7XvW9VbfpwigylpytaHjSv4QFpXxVBcEWEsboXyhrfLMD0rjnzMPTcOUpj9ruLRinq7SeIf2vi34mO8qTJFunwKS3Yag0Y0uzh0c2vdaGPUZ3KXNvFR-O2KuDpV5eL0jL9Z10Bpu5M30YUSCaqRCyV7ckBjONlIhICeiuDqQstMa" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1778" data-original-width="1736" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjMGZmT05TfUev4QNtn7XvW9VbfpwigylpytaHjSv4QFpXxVBcEWEsboXyhrfLMD0rjnzMPTcOUpj9ruLRinq7SeIf2vi34mO8qTJFunwKS3Yag0Y0uzh0c2vdaGPUZ3KXNvFR-O2KuDpV5eL0jL9Z10Bpu5M30YUSCaqRCyV7ckBjONlIhICeiuDqQstMa" width="234" /></a></div><br /><br />– Look information about chrystals. Silvio looks away and frown. – I don’t want to hear from you for a long long time. I have people close to me I want to live.<br />– Right. I won’t let my partner to know we talked.<br />– Good. Do not be in touch. Try to stay alive.<p></p><p>_______________________</p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjLVGYLx7hwjKZJg4d5YjDGXp9p5TdiQsm4ldFXUSIWEOsdKahMiB0ih8Q2ceycR-IDCLXRAXIqb8OHFt6jUoi1hvpbmZTNnrzgUXmcMJws7jmQswNGsm5iKx_1d8S17lzpMpkBX-gQ-xa9b-DWr5kTgUeCVe_liwAi3vzCAy1R3FZGDb2hCVhA-XfF9_bS" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1014" data-original-width="1440" height="450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjLVGYLx7hwjKZJg4d5YjDGXp9p5TdiQsm4ldFXUSIWEOsdKahMiB0ih8Q2ceycR-IDCLXRAXIqb8OHFt6jUoi1hvpbmZTNnrzgUXmcMJws7jmQswNGsm5iKx_1d8S17lzpMpkBX-gQ-xa9b-DWr5kTgUeCVe_liwAi3vzCAy1R3FZGDb2hCVhA-XfF9_bS=w640-h450" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><b>Detective Vitale pulls the cigarettes from his pocket </b>and taps them as
Detective Zampa walks the perimeter of the Villenueva home again. </p><p>Not
seeing the big blonde the witness said he saw on the security cameras
was bothering her more after the tech team confirmed that there were no
breaks in the time signals on the recordings. </p><p> "No breaks...no blind spots...and a giant blonde stomping around with
our victim...who DOES show up on the tape?!" She shook her head and
retraced her route again. </p><p>Vitale glances at the cigarettes, frowns, and pockets them again before
running over the events again. </p><p> "They walk in. Witness sees the two of them walk in." He points towards
the gates. "Victim inside with...possibly Szymańska. Szymańska kills
Villenueva." He shrugs. "If a dead woman can do that. Symbols left.
Similar symbols found at three other locations now. Witness...burned?
But...with nothing that could be identified." He shakes his head again.
"And then two special agents face another weird burning and a
spontaneous death with nothing showing in the tox screen?" He leans his
head back - frustrated. "The White Death will lead them again. What the
hell does that mean?" </p><p> "Who are you talking to?" Zampa returns. </p><p> "To the f^cking magic fairies surrounding this ridiculous case." </p><p>Zampa laughs. "Come on, Detective. We have a White Death to trace."
<br />_____________________</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEilQ4KjrJBpvxc76D0S7ERk4lVnLjs-8LKlm2GF6L6kp04adk6JmcPlQBeHIZpfXQMqcN4ic5VosPCBb7ckaCjHXqWVp1NSlX7FqWVzRxl13X8gSMXurtw6PFIEy1TSMZUcwnd57dNJUGm9uMNfUMBO7PIYenahln4mUfxrr7KfgB6QIphKCFv3w4Goepez" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEilQ4KjrJBpvxc76D0S7ERk4lVnLjs-8LKlm2GF6L6kp04adk6JmcPlQBeHIZpfXQMqcN4ic5VosPCBb7ckaCjHXqWVp1NSlX7FqWVzRxl13X8gSMXurtw6PFIEy1TSMZUcwnd57dNJUGm9uMNfUMBO7PIYenahln4mUfxrr7KfgB6QIphKCFv3w4Goepez=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgHc8vbvEGcAT2FhLpZz5AO_cV60czffFq14O5LzcdGRMALGAFBfJ1Tn53Ig3FPhuOqK3RelBJrIRuW0dikaG9j_VMBI_MRf2urjPaP2N7Eoekb0hqFL4tGdG1KN6fsRR4Wc743eNA0eo1pcwE73DWlKRa1N0GmwOWtaj4G5uDuwT1Bdk780GFWbEtuugHM" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgHc8vbvEGcAT2FhLpZz5AO_cV60czffFq14O5LzcdGRMALGAFBfJ1Tn53Ig3FPhuOqK3RelBJrIRuW0dikaG9j_VMBI_MRf2urjPaP2N7Eoekb0hqFL4tGdG1KN6fsRR4Wc743eNA0eo1pcwE73DWlKRa1N0GmwOWtaj4G5uDuwT1Bdk780GFWbEtuugHM" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>"If we could enlist Segreto, I think we'd be better off in the computer
department. He's better at it than I am." </p><p>Vitale hands Detective Zampa
the printout. </p><p>"Jansen and Conti were very thorough in their reports.
High level of detail and professionalism. When I met them, they were two
of the most level people I've ever worked with. I doubt they'd scare
easily or make up details like this if it didn't happen." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjiBM2xmxS2Wnaw6Ug90SPuyjZZT5v0j6z8xHySJtF1Nw6vEpzd3uUvBCHNeTko6fgTcAXwbFK4u5IbSoGa9_eaaPTz_oZ1GnJLiAhNHgYV_AqCmvcUzZfpLC9ZFA4rvHLzPLWzB3Uqg4QL0DbXCZA9qbosMegDjTLOP77ZW6Z23l91mEzwVybRtF7BswRn" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjiBM2xmxS2Wnaw6Ug90SPuyjZZT5v0j6z8xHySJtF1Nw6vEpzd3uUvBCHNeTko6fgTcAXwbFK4u5IbSoGa9_eaaPTz_oZ1GnJLiAhNHgYV_AqCmvcUzZfpLC9ZFA4rvHLzPLWzB3Uqg4QL0DbXCZA9qbosMegDjTLOP77ZW6Z23l91mEzwVybRtF7BswRn" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Zampa looks over the document reading it carefully. "And the blacked out
portions?" </p><p>"Having to do with their business here on a deeper level. Not related
directly to our case." </p><p>She nods, finishes reading, and looks up. "Well 'She will guide us
again.' and 'Viva Morte Bianca.' sound a bit religious cult, right?
Which goes along with the symbols and ritual nature of many of these
deaths. The scene at the Villa with the men, women, and children
especially. Right?" </p><p>"True." </p><p>"Could mean White Death or maybe Bianca is the leader's name?" She sees
the smile playing on his lips. "...which you've already checked..." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhSSHBMKh2jvK25T0AgPr-GetECdlNwG62uQH40a10pC-jtsqFnMGH5mhwKAois64Yx-6Qr6jRmZxPn6c7TkKXgFQwzlzWS3FJtqexKuWvj_64hRySAGxivy4i7zUxmJHauvi5m-j2yA7JI-IhjTeUTZSJD0uQzUMWZQz7lA6QU1vh3696Yuz-hgHFmEguF" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhSSHBMKh2jvK25T0AgPr-GetECdlNwG62uQH40a10pC-jtsqFnMGH5mhwKAois64Yx-6Qr6jRmZxPn6c7TkKXgFQwzlzWS3FJtqexKuWvj_64hRySAGxivy4i7zUxmJHauvi5m-j2yA7JI-IhjTeUTZSJD0uQzUMWZQz7lA6QU1vh3696Yuz-hgHFmEguF" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>He nods. "All the variations. However...." He hands her a photo of the
burnt out house in Civitella San Paolo. </p><p>Zampa smiles. </p><p>There, spray painted in white on one of the walls that
remains standing...is VIVA MORTE BIANCA. </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhKx5SZz9dQamPua3OGtquaC8O3YY4VYwK59llqYuwsA9XBikwPAXvhgfrBtm61k2GbpQHkBTqpPKeAhLfrk9GwmkhfU8ZPZAMrLFAVPVSNQO9VnRygK9OZGrddycfqMEwwKYKsKDsabg3gBJ3YbQSt6pdb5iNq0sPvxpO9dDKDtM5Z7qXnp5cEY8S2x4KG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhKx5SZz9dQamPua3OGtquaC8O3YY4VYwK59llqYuwsA9XBikwPAXvhgfrBtm61k2GbpQHkBTqpPKeAhLfrk9GwmkhfU8ZPZAMrLFAVPVSNQO9VnRygK9OZGrddycfqMEwwKYKsKDsabg3gBJ3YbQSt6pdb5iNq0sPvxpO9dDKDtM5Z7qXnp5cEY8S2x4KG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>"And another connection is
made."</p><p>_______________________</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjO14_Fgt-OFHatbtxvSe0C6vwHoLDd06fWWGdsUGAdzHpiep1SXN4cGQTJe3WF9_BXrquUaJKEToZschsqYfEjSwc6GHIT3vWtiwizPH1VmSqHTE0Kh8FPnEr5YG4iowWl9TAi4XFNDyyYsMJImJiR4EP_6ajo2JS3o3vI4JdbiZi4puKOYb83hVOv1osH" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1822" data-original-width="1820" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjO14_Fgt-OFHatbtxvSe0C6vwHoLDd06fWWGdsUGAdzHpiep1SXN4cGQTJe3WF9_BXrquUaJKEToZschsqYfEjSwc6GHIT3vWtiwizPH1VmSqHTE0Kh8FPnEr5YG4iowWl9TAi4XFNDyyYsMJImJiR4EP_6ajo2JS3o3vI4JdbiZi4puKOYb83hVOv1osH" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Tomas looks at the display window and gorgeous black outfit on his way back. That was so Oona. She would look absolutely amazing in it. He imagines Oona in it with the high heels. Oh yes. Ooh yes. He needed to get it. It could be perfect ”I missed you” – gift.<br /><br />Inside the store he noticed beautiful bracelet and stops to think. That would work with blonde hair and slightly tanned skin. He could already visualize how it would look on Andreea’s wrist. Then the guilt came knocking. He was going to fight to get Oona back and now this. He was already thinking about other woman too. Not a good thing. He hesitated a moment. </p><p> __________</p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhsjV5r2lF2IgzE3r77tqpxwz5HR7AqhYyM9tMtcSTGtZfi9-vTvOoU1I2s1KHiSVgXSJzeiXFYyDTm9IkFZ5Uomq80380_XoJKPEH6-qCSZ2jETPjS1kc7dl0nZTV7REfymFjQHWgZf7Cgo6dLPiwfU5Ij0TfwgHo0B9V0bLkSzvg34HyyZy6L1uFCup-2" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1816" data-original-width="1714" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhsjV5r2lF2IgzE3r77tqpxwz5HR7AqhYyM9tMtcSTGtZfi9-vTvOoU1I2s1KHiSVgXSJzeiXFYyDTm9IkFZ5Uomq80380_XoJKPEH6-qCSZ2jETPjS1kc7dl0nZTV7REfymFjQHWgZf7Cgo6dLPiwfU5Ij0TfwgHo0B9V0bLkSzvg34HyyZy6L1uFCup-2=w378-h400" width="378" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div>Andreea leans on the desk. She was so tired her eyes hardly stayed open. After the weird night as she called it, she had had very disturbing nightmares.<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEizAf1Aoj02GrNKc0XDs7Cg99XRaPeyKQ_5nL7Yg_RWPwuKADqG0NsgBAVIlvTeJacOpVwPp0_P9G7PLbrjaNW8MtHg3ZUkLZJHSr2T7bhZRtVJTVUgHEwAHbUTL17uuMqg0Xop28kMXpghdP5WHWq325UBXQUxJfSPur0Qk0hTjHiYZEiVU24GuxeP9aqg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1760" data-original-width="1776" height="635" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEizAf1Aoj02GrNKc0XDs7Cg99XRaPeyKQ_5nL7Yg_RWPwuKADqG0NsgBAVIlvTeJacOpVwPp0_P9G7PLbrjaNW8MtHg3ZUkLZJHSr2T7bhZRtVJTVUgHEwAHbUTL17uuMqg0Xop28kMXpghdP5WHWq325UBXQUxJfSPur0Qk0hTjHiYZEiVU24GuxeP9aqg=w640-h635" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />Falling from tall ledge and coming crashing down to the rocks below. Feelings her limbs twist and break, ribs spearing her lungs and feeling of suffocating. Slowly and painfully life escaping her. They felt so real. Too real.<br /><br />Last night there was her son too, and she couldn’t catch him before they both fell. Watching helplessly him to die again and after that she couldn’t sleep anymore. Is this the price she paid now for letting herself feel a little again?<br /><br />Sleeping with Jansen wasn’t just emergency fuck she told herself it would be. Why he was so gentle to her after all the roughness. So intense, caring. It just came breaking down all her walls. It was wrong to want more of that. No feelings, no attachments and there she was, hoping she could crawl back to his side.<br /> <p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiqKOY5ulevr0akxjULPQba8uW4CUDgPkVP4TsXOR3r3L1jxpQiNhIbmTycwNOIvnBAS7tKu1fK8yQA2lGbasKKlZ1dqR2rEKIW9OFT9tqGrOBxkr4QXfb0JQGr9_oNe7D98pblgEQUYSXUmfuzmasqOGiB5WdS6DhUMvU0YQFEJAUoopSCcqDX-0qzGPIn" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1786" data-original-width="1736" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiqKOY5ulevr0akxjULPQba8uW4CUDgPkVP4TsXOR3r3L1jxpQiNhIbmTycwNOIvnBAS7tKu1fK8yQA2lGbasKKlZ1dqR2rEKIW9OFT9tqGrOBxkr4QXfb0JQGr9_oNe7D98pblgEQUYSXUmfuzmasqOGiB5WdS6DhUMvU0YQFEJAUoopSCcqDX-0qzGPIn" width="233" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Get some rest. I’ll continue with this.<br />Andreea wakes up as Tomas puts his warm hands to her shoulders.<br /><br />– What were you looking at?<br />– The lawyer. I think he’s our man, Andreea yawns.<br />His hands were still resting on her shoulders and it felt good. So good she wanted to lean back and curl there.</p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgtmG_JjlZB13SrSCGUFJb6BPiG6HEJJP5yoFkxRKklDax7f4dAZq1LMEsdXPKUPB_KnwI1Lpt1MsDvHexXAXzjBFCgzmeItU2FGMnJMx49SUOW9XKsygMqorSBsbfxnbCLfzhepB--_-53r1vJpL2NuYj8OM2nm7X91z-JS_ADbgt8oCCr5pVbfMoqw-TP" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1746" data-original-width="1734" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgtmG_JjlZB13SrSCGUFJb6BPiG6HEJJP5yoFkxRKklDax7f4dAZq1LMEsdXPKUPB_KnwI1Lpt1MsDvHexXAXzjBFCgzmeItU2FGMnJMx49SUOW9XKsygMqorSBsbfxnbCLfzhepB--_-53r1vJpL2NuYj8OM2nm7X91z-JS_ADbgt8oCCr5pVbfMoqw-TP" width="238" /></a></div><br /><br />– Look at the bank transfers and dates. She says instead.<br />– Mm. They are matching to the leak. Good job! Tomas looks down and smiles to her.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi7jmHnt-y_7P_P-2Fkc668dn3Kkf51SQ-7-jYlvWrMNGT4mEqC1tmMPJPbAisZv_8RYIAHVam-8tJJWZSx_Vy-PZ5rHXVcxg09iVV0v9lNm4_FmDka1NSi_-AKlWKyYsKpmu8JaI9EUw7Q6JS7FxjaaY-uzYTPnQ4Sw6R3XsdcWycE7ieUjB7V3syxFQ5J" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1752" data-original-width="1808" height="387" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi7jmHnt-y_7P_P-2Fkc668dn3Kkf51SQ-7-jYlvWrMNGT4mEqC1tmMPJPbAisZv_8RYIAHVam-8tJJWZSx_Vy-PZ5rHXVcxg09iVV0v9lNm4_FmDka1NSi_-AKlWKyYsKpmu8JaI9EUw7Q6JS7FxjaaY-uzYTPnQ4Sw6R3XsdcWycE7ieUjB7V3syxFQ5J=w400-h387" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br />Their eyes lock and they just stare at each other. Tomas’s smile dies and suddenly air is tense between them.<br />– I think I’m going to get quick powernap, Andreea murmurs and turns her eyes away.<br />– Good idea. I’ll finish this, Tomas frowns and makes her room to leave. - Any word from Vitale?<br />- No, can't get hold of him at all, Andreea checks on her phone. <br /><p></p><p> </p><p>__________________ </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg4y1f6kI5PQ0VILZ_HN6TrYedWGqAsQBOtH9dK2rJWs9w227eN3WUS6T3dRqvOOTYQ451PF0o4BwCoOb9e0FtyL4214xJZeghSRXSFqHwG7vhLvjhb7TaGHMaNBTsaHosKfQ2pdmaEr2qQindQWcrHkFRjH8r_zaVeghcP_WyEKyQTAixMMxFAtz0QKatr" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg4y1f6kI5PQ0VILZ_HN6TrYedWGqAsQBOtH9dK2rJWs9w227eN3WUS6T3dRqvOOTYQ451PF0o4BwCoOb9e0FtyL4214xJZeghSRXSFqHwG7vhLvjhb7TaGHMaNBTsaHosKfQ2pdmaEr2qQindQWcrHkFRjH8r_zaVeghcP_WyEKyQTAixMMxFAtz0QKatr=w640-h640" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><b>The psychic connection Elke Giacomina was able to establish with the
woman</b>...Andreea...through Isabella before she died was weak. Weaker
still due to some sort of emotional bond. Most likely f^cking the man
Tomas. </p><p>Elke was able to push into her dreams, but it was nothing more
than a nightmare realm instead of the true trauma she wanted to push
onto her. </p><p>The man was worse. Between the storm of emotions and the bonding he had
with the woman, Elke couldn't remotely lash out at all. </p><p>And it made her furious. </p><p>Her powers were still so weak. So much less than they were before the
fire. Before Olivia Moore. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjIuOcWDNCxLvXYSbqiALO8ZepQB4sXWv4cWcFLeFRwiPla7VlAeHUL9hqdduU34idhw0xhWCXH1ND8R7t4JW9UZtfCQKSa8xmBmuzuerx027SFXVM2Uz0BcHmQnrqR-0nYyhnCCZKcR1TjAFajI8tH8TI8HNDS_tnKR2mYB4mNuQp9VYMTkRNXJ7mMO4De" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjIuOcWDNCxLvXYSbqiALO8ZepQB4sXWv4cWcFLeFRwiPla7VlAeHUL9hqdduU34idhw0xhWCXH1ND8R7t4JW9UZtfCQKSa8xmBmuzuerx027SFXVM2Uz0BcHmQnrqR-0nYyhnCCZKcR1TjAFajI8tH8TI8HNDS_tnKR2mYB4mNuQp9VYMTkRNXJ7mMO4De" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Danuta walks into the room and sees Elke's face. Part of her wants to
turn and slip out before--- </p><p>"What do you want?" Elke stares into space. </p><p>"Bruni. She's being moved either tomorrow or the next day." Danuta hopes
the news is welcomed. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEinm2uVEl8-pWq2ZGJ_5HopnCMwIxlpNjIxcHSdkzLujK-3bTKpJTmwnoSyh1kC9YBnnlitK28Mo7OmB9Lq1ZRiWHZE15xGEJZDesflMTMsPJ64JUyt43ZWAiU-clwDvpWZ3MesZ2JT81Eu4MDtVp6YX0SScait2H9ZfZx7_iGkY2YiCMUHp93jXwDHclqi" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEinm2uVEl8-pWq2ZGJ_5HopnCMwIxlpNjIxcHSdkzLujK-3bTKpJTmwnoSyh1kC9YBnnlitK28Mo7OmB9Lq1ZRiWHZE15xGEJZDesflMTMsPJ64JUyt43ZWAiU-clwDvpWZ3MesZ2JT81Eu4MDtVp6YX0SScait2H9ZfZx7_iGkY2YiCMUHp93jXwDHclqi" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>A smile crosses Elke's face. "Good. And is our friend ready?" </p><p>"Paid, happy, and very ready." </p><p>Elke smiles wide. <br /></p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p>_______________</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjd2haHnaY9UzF-g_3Wlm8TFcRpB5pKOdtebV1U2GJtX43VWsXALRWOko_q4sWKpGAzmmrZIgDrrTQtfmObyPia9skk6Q7woeE7VAOiWj3R-gpoewGb4IVBI_XOuQQKjm62xOYLAD_5NudiciHEvTOLZLoV4NQqgSKUMNpC0djQga8j2bzgsq2zC1PK2aou" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjd2haHnaY9UzF-g_3Wlm8TFcRpB5pKOdtebV1U2GJtX43VWsXALRWOko_q4sWKpGAzmmrZIgDrrTQtfmObyPia9skk6Q7woeE7VAOiWj3R-gpoewGb4IVBI_XOuQQKjm62xOYLAD_5NudiciHEvTOLZLoV4NQqgSKUMNpC0djQga8j2bzgsq2zC1PK2aou=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div> <p></p><p><b>Something bothers Zampa.</b> The bit about the name. She goes back through
the reports and finds the part about the male who burned. </p><p>They had been
so focused on the "White Death" part that they skipped over the name. </p><p>Detective Zampa mutters, "Elke. Elke Giac...something...." She narrows
her eyes. </p><p>Vitale perks up. "The name. We've run that a bit, but nothing comes up
that makes sense. There was a hit about a fairytale and another about a
woman born in...." he checks his notes. "She was born in 1921." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhshUwQejcEUxk0oc9WPluXOdQozHRkrRhTnL5mv78EAeGnh4DY2Jl8erR1ZFUpEYuMem7XFRx8KogawF8TFvpVixK_5ZvxQaBk5Nx-m4q-bPDXLcHPkHR2jSdy_0OZsFPFWyzedLN-r-QPMJOWA1v7xZb1835gXrTHDCeYHPV2WvPMEYHLZDaCcFWhTECq" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhshUwQejcEUxk0oc9WPluXOdQozHRkrRhTnL5mv78EAeGnh4DY2Jl8erR1ZFUpEYuMem7XFRx8KogawF8TFvpVixK_5ZvxQaBk5Nx-m4q-bPDXLcHPkHR2jSdy_0OZsFPFWyzedLN-r-QPMJOWA1v7xZb1835gXrTHDCeYHPV2WvPMEYHLZDaCcFWhTECq" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Zampa grabs her bag and pulls out the old book from the Civitella San
Paolo fire. Small strips of colored adhesive markers flag names and
events. "Giacomina." </p><p>Vitale stands and leans in reading over her shoulder. "Elke Giacomina.
That's the one. But...born in 1921? So...we're looking for a 101 year
old woman?" </p><p> "Or...someone using her identity to lead a bunch of sheep around in a
cult?" Zampa uses a deeper voice. "Look at me, the great and powerful
Elke Giacomina. 101 year old goddess or something." She smiles. </p><p>"Line
her pockets with their cash and get them to stalk foreign agents and
manly detectives?"
He grins. "Segreto has information about a house Danuta Szymańska lived
in. Mentioned the symbols being there as well. I'll have him come down
to brief us." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi0MbnK5rNXnTtt6tLNHBeiT2LoODcRGiUUYHtdZ37IHM9obO3MKySa_wUi2GRUrTt26Vu4SxoOF7vGb02N0W6dHTUhCqRTOsnUeN3yyMzF7GztIk5bLS2NHIMgmo66ieVz_ILk9oBnZBcNgCvfCHIVjpskzHYvNOyLMVBwAcvfuGai3iCfr3fqfzLFnk7e" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi0MbnK5rNXnTtt6tLNHBeiT2LoODcRGiUUYHtdZ37IHM9obO3MKySa_wUi2GRUrTt26Vu4SxoOF7vGb02N0W6dHTUhCqRTOsnUeN3yyMzF7GztIk5bLS2NHIMgmo66ieVz_ILk9oBnZBcNgCvfCHIVjpskzHYvNOyLMVBwAcvfuGai3iCfr3fqfzLFnk7e" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p> "And former detective Chelsea Bruni is being moved soon? I think we need
more coffee." </p><p></p><p><b><i>Note: I based this post on Dario Argento's DEEP RED and the interactions of David Hemmings and Daria Nicolodi<br /></i></b></p><p><b></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgg2VyZleTrtMC9mMIrB3k8EzgVTa1f_Fn7UP4ERbrABNLu75QGkjvPJj02jH4EU0nZ9e9fQC2XoFIAZ_Yqq5hXIbvURn41L7JEFhWZky6FxdDy19sqoT5gM-qTXC6yjc-NTUNOQY3id29dGFn_nuQMstUzKhulA3-gD2IgxanFsugP_3OAdYtIBHk80ZTC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="431" data-original-width="431" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgg2VyZleTrtMC9mMIrB3k8EzgVTa1f_Fn7UP4ERbrABNLu75QGkjvPJj02jH4EU0nZ9e9fQC2XoFIAZ_Yqq5hXIbvURn41L7JEFhWZky6FxdDy19sqoT5gM-qTXC6yjc-NTUNOQY3id29dGFn_nuQMstUzKhulA3-gD2IgxanFsugP_3OAdYtIBHk80ZTC" width="240" /></a></b></div><b><br /> </b><p></p><p><b>Debrief Part 01</b></p><p><b></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgRR77oJ_OXiprbxOEkDxWg_pwiU3Abgss8hOx4t9voerfEQa61fPb2Nl3bUiF7tgcf5lkpIpgyIXMvwy2yiBBlGE_EMkM74IdaDVgjYnE-rnfPEgWZfu9wiGm53yf3Q2Mg7MtpksOvw0jXstndk0UqoiH-eGZLLaHdpWdCOJkKKIKp6o7ALP7BCE3HLXqR" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgRR77oJ_OXiprbxOEkDxWg_pwiU3Abgss8hOx4t9voerfEQa61fPb2Nl3bUiF7tgcf5lkpIpgyIXMvwy2yiBBlGE_EMkM74IdaDVgjYnE-rnfPEgWZfu9wiGm53yf3Q2Mg7MtpksOvw0jXstndk0UqoiH-eGZLLaHdpWdCOJkKKIKp6o7ALP7BCE3HLXqR=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></b></div><b><br /> </b> <p></p><p>"Is there a secret handshake or something? Do I need to sign my name in
blood somewhere?" Segreto chuckles. </p><p>Even with the potential risk of Segreto being a mole as well, Detective
Pietronella Zampa likes the guy. </p><p> </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgLdc7mPmWA3CRtFwQa5cWp_S8nL0T-iE2MSbi1gCfVOcQkpBKBwCfPxCPGljNvYi8NfYmnxp3_vA4ZPsnKNNQ6oFypMs0fC5ODR53cOF2Q2gyM_vmWH6vJBvctJ7edRkG0ZIgLVNrgDBjm2gX33nwJYfsI839cs-ewnYNl6Sp4l46JFMApQKqZl669wUjz" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgLdc7mPmWA3CRtFwQa5cWp_S8nL0T-iE2MSbi1gCfVOcQkpBKBwCfPxCPGljNvYi8NfYmnxp3_vA4ZPsnKNNQ6oFypMs0fC5ODR53cOF2Q2gyM_vmWH6vJBvctJ7edRkG0ZIgLVNrgDBjm2gX33nwJYfsI839cs-ewnYNl6Sp4l46JFMApQKqZl669wUjz" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>"We'll teach you the handshake later.
Promise." She winks. "Now...these symbols. They are the same as the ones
found at the crime scenes?" </p><p>"Our guy says yes. And from the way they were written, he thinks it's
possible that the same person wrote them at the scene and at the house." </p><p>Vitale motions to the photos. "And there was an old woman there? There
at the house?" </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjWGJ_oNLwbuNHqC6xtk0k6I8aKzJED0YGDAkEFwrW2PVVldrQCS0RqknsgBVtdQViRoRRK-yNe8eTd7Ka3C0nrOCP30KLh7_SvZ4tAK7j-j7yTMQVJA8mcfd6nvLId4xcGqYzioQe2-_aR8ux2v3nyF46EtaAh_uO7cGTr7WpIoEatHHJkcLVgVKUQPl7k" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjWGJ_oNLwbuNHqC6xtk0k6I8aKzJED0YGDAkEFwrW2PVVldrQCS0RqknsgBVtdQViRoRRK-yNe8eTd7Ka3C0nrOCP30KLh7_SvZ4tAK7j-j7yTMQVJA8mcfd6nvLId4xcGqYzioQe2-_aR8ux2v3nyF46EtaAh_uO7cGTr7WpIoEatHHJkcLVgVKUQPl7k" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Segreto nods. "The one that gave me the evil eye - yes." He crosses
himself. "Felt like I was an ant under a magnifying glass." </p><p>Zampa thinks out loud, "Like the man at the scene with Conti and
Jansen." She narrows her eyes. </p><p></p><p></p><p><b> </b></p><p><b>Debrief Part 02</b> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjiohDWDlDeyMNm13YngR5vV-DN_X8JWc4Xgo6-nQ9dyYvt_aPbv92LNvDZoQJDRceteZjnKD4I13At1prCDbkF3XKZoaDVQNzWwZTVXsmfQVNZJd70O6TKgOyGMy5v6Mg64lTkb3G2_-p5aBn0TPKHfffQmQ9kpzOj7rOxO0vTbP-izB6qpVZKEttxbCMZ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjiohDWDlDeyMNm13YngR5vV-DN_X8JWc4Xgo6-nQ9dyYvt_aPbv92LNvDZoQJDRceteZjnKD4I13At1prCDbkF3XKZoaDVQNzWwZTVXsmfQVNZJd70O6TKgOyGMy5v6Mg64lTkb3G2_-p5aBn0TPKHfffQmQ9kpzOj7rOxO0vTbP-izB6qpVZKEttxbCMZ" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"Could this woman be....101 years old?" Vitale knows it sounds insane. </p><p>"Mmmm...I put her in her 80s maybe? 101...I don't think so." </p><p>"Too good to be true." Vitale shakes it off and changes gears. "Who's on
the Chelsea Bruni transfer? Moretti?" </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgRaBpIbiO7QEl9nN1v6rkMXRHHCn5WKQKrJcu_lretZw0kX4EurPhUFo_UowHnPr_eogJzJ8xzA9lO0QH-Taffi2dDeX9NCGEaiyfjd5yDYcHNwQSAcoG3vb8lu4W1dDkCftRFPdmlqpd-qtnlQ2AOcb6knore_idZIWjWD-b1gsXSN2tzpZFrAJJti_jq" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgRaBpIbiO7QEl9nN1v6rkMXRHHCn5WKQKrJcu_lretZw0kX4EurPhUFo_UowHnPr_eogJzJ8xzA9lO0QH-Taffi2dDeX9NCGEaiyfjd5yDYcHNwQSAcoG3vb8lu4W1dDkCftRFPdmlqpd-qtnlQ2AOcb6knore_idZIWjWD-b1gsXSN2tzpZFrAJJti_jq" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"Petri was, but after his bullshit comments about you I asked him to be
taken off. Both he and his team are grounded." Segreto grins. </p><p>"No. He's on the roster for the transfer." Zampa looks from one to the
other. "There's some sort of issue with Officer Petri?" </p><p> Segreto and Vitale exchange looks. "Maybe. He's not a fan of Detective
Vitale." </p><p>Detective Zampa sighs. "I'll head over and talk to Chief Alfeo about
this. Segreto, can you move your photos and your guys report over to our
server for this? Detective Vitale can get you the details." </p><p>"Certainly. I'll also make sure I'm around for the transfer." </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEifGUpaph5rDRNd2Ez8UZFF9bx3MsFl5o6Vu61a4MfaZ2o5omtckvdbOv2kT4DnX0oKFfCCPKWcIwC6ro6Ee3zP2ldSsV5cZ5SpV8jXsK7DmoRvlFRUDsmm4ffBCfdRFstPuTvFJJRllL5D95lS1dshMGjz-x6SI-lMMCiKajrZqW-wswUVnDmHwXhzo5X-" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEifGUpaph5rDRNd2Ez8UZFF9bx3MsFl5o6Vu61a4MfaZ2o5omtckvdbOv2kT4DnX0oKFfCCPKWcIwC6ro6Ee3zP2ldSsV5cZ5SpV8jXsK7DmoRvlFRUDsmm4ffBCfdRFstPuTvFJJRllL5D95lS1dshMGjz-x6SI-lMMCiKajrZqW-wswUVnDmHwXhzo5X-" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Segreto sighs.
"I guess my opinion doesn't hold much value with Alfeo."
<br /> </p><p>______________</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhRV_6PLxngLwjz8u0Wphc_RbRK-vJl2puybWVQ6HdjScs01UeCKZIx7pwqHTe-_6LauizsI5VEYzfSfLpnMUOF9HJY-zuL7kJg8jg54TCNH2JFsnV9Pz97ZFWZrca-3VPVfJeYL-Nc4SFtasvYNKQhtNT5nl9ctgtA6DYKe3zWP2pcRq08kzKaXajiM7tP" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhRV_6PLxngLwjz8u0Wphc_RbRK-vJl2puybWVQ6HdjScs01UeCKZIx7pwqHTe-_6LauizsI5VEYzfSfLpnMUOF9HJY-zuL7kJg8jg54TCNH2JFsnV9Pz97ZFWZrca-3VPVfJeYL-Nc4SFtasvYNKQhtNT5nl9ctgtA6DYKe3zWP2pcRq08kzKaXajiM7tP" width="192" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p><b>Chelsea Bruni is dragged up off the floor</b> and shoved back against the
wall. She's covered in dust from her scramble for the door. </p><p>A woman lays on the floor in a fetal position moaning in pain. She
clutches between her legs where Bruni kicked her. </p><p>"God...damn....devil....." she moans, the pain between her legs like
fire. </p><p>Bruni stares down at her, then at the two guards pointing metal batons
at her. </p><p>Chief Trevisan kneels by the detective on the floor for a moment, then
stands as another officer helps her to her feet. "And you just lost the
rest of your privileges until your transfer, Bruni." </p><p> Chelsea makes a motion towards the Chief and one of the batons shoves
her back. A smile crosses her face as she whispers something. The baton
holder's nose starts to bleed. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjUw67EPcAUYlyRFiktys-qIPN9FEgecA4OEd55TPlBenXOh1xvN8NNeUI-hQpch5hFwXAdT5oFqP4Ejkx7HOkCYeKc90ihJsdNZO8AD89NrtB1g39vqq6YWWtqQZMdZpDP__bpjg2AJu9tX8YE12c8FoZLuYw-cEX9qUXe7eRVfvF8Dc-QYi6WV-G8unCK" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjUw67EPcAUYlyRFiktys-qIPN9FEgecA4OEd55TPlBenXOh1xvN8NNeUI-hQpch5hFwXAdT5oFqP4Ejkx7HOkCYeKc90ihJsdNZO8AD89NrtB1g39vqq6YWWtqQZMdZpDP__bpjg2AJu9tX8YE12c8FoZLuYw-cEX9qUXe7eRVfvF8Dc-QYi6WV-G8unCK=w320-h400" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Chelsea giggles. "I'm going to make sure I
pay you a visit....once I get what's coming to me. Then...I'll give
you...what's coming to you, Alfeo." </p><p>The Chief sees the smile and shivers. "Take her back to her cell.
Cuffed!" He points to the cuffs with both wrist and ankle loops. He
can't wait for this lunatic to be someone else's problem. </p><p> _______________</p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjJOXNpO4BxvGAXUjQ5CMOJBbUDdyqZtQVcvwGoDz2E_sT3FbIubgk5sdStZf3Gh2BJSarDO_eJLVWY1TJTfe7dyrt--yXw2LyZZPdsITlKeuzRAVkLVet3YrLIg0kyF-EpsXBDDb1mByzJFPgbsdB6-JaIdWX5yrjK7sGcGfn1hNic5vCcR-540srAsB6F" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjJOXNpO4BxvGAXUjQ5CMOJBbUDdyqZtQVcvwGoDz2E_sT3FbIubgk5sdStZf3Gh2BJSarDO_eJLVWY1TJTfe7dyrt--yXw2LyZZPdsITlKeuzRAVkLVet3YrLIg0kyF-EpsXBDDb1mByzJFPgbsdB6-JaIdWX5yrjK7sGcGfn1hNic5vCcR-540srAsB6F" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><b> The night before the transfer of Chelsea Bruni</b>, Detective Vitale rushes
home when his wife tells him about the encounter with the creepy woman
and the bizarre warnings she gave. </p><p>Angela feels worried for Angelo - like she's taking him away from his
most important work right now...until he shows her the photo of Danuta
Szymańska on his phone. She swoons a bit. </p><p>"This is the killer person? The one that...." Her hands shake. </p><p>"I'm calling someone to be here with you." He has that steel in his
voice that Angela knows well. "People watching the house 24/7. If she's
stalking you now, we need to be extra careful. Maybe you should go to
your Father?" </p><p>Angela nods and knows things must be very bad if he's suggesting she go
to her Father's house in Milan. </p><p>"I'll call him." </p><p>Angelo Vitale grinds his teeth. This Danuta Szymańska is playing games
he needs to shut down. Now. </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><b>Detective Zampa locks the "fire book" away in her second locker</b> under a
different name and heads down to see the Chief. </p><p>His Personal Assistant shakes his head. "He just headed out, but he's
just down in the Cellar. Last minute plans for that transfer. You can
probably catch him." </p><p>She thanks him and takes the elevator down to the ground floor, then
heads to the stairs to dive down into the Cellar - the only way to get
there. After being leered at and grope searched by the guard at the
door, she's allowed through. </p><p>"Hey...nope. This way." He points. "Have to go the long way around until
the transfer. They want to avoid anyone going through the Main before
the transfer." </p><p>She salutes and heads around. </p><p>Someone steps out a doorway behind her. </p><p>She turns and something hits her
in the stomach, then swings up and catches her on the head. She falls
back and hits the floor hard. Her eyes cross and darkness smashes in
around her as she goes out cold. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEibT1HjepCyy4tl4BhTlSlkKn5N6vUt64UiRrvXeEZgljrU3z5XkaOcQ7buW7ogrsN10ORv4zoMrUHiSUpch9HNOdwJ-mBU2VmxOhAd8Sad-hW8fFoVWAVSEw6QsFqzr7CrAbcYYEoquU7zDqHb7eTv4o5nUdA4MD4T_b7CEedLB7QmtvMWyOO9HqB1n46Y" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEibT1HjepCyy4tl4BhTlSlkKn5N6vUt64UiRrvXeEZgljrU3z5XkaOcQ7buW7ogrsN10ORv4zoMrUHiSUpch9HNOdwJ-mBU2VmxOhAd8Sad-hW8fFoVWAVSEw6QsFqzr7CrAbcYYEoquU7zDqHb7eTv4o5nUdA4MD4T_b7CEedLB7QmtvMWyOO9HqB1n46Y=w640-h640" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>A man growls out, "Get her bagged, cuffed, and out of here. We'll dump
her somewhere after the transfer." He watches as two men lift her and
take her back out through a door. <br /></p><p></p>malcoJOJOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12362522805988503279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8386728540021864055.post-47202624358291120192024-03-04T17:09:00.000-08:002024-03-06T11:16:22.624-08:00The Italy Crossover - 2022 - PART 05<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhM6pkImUgBNJFS0NafeWW0hY8b-pOUVtJUTTcJYkiVKS_QptiyBKu2ivqHKNCu7BDW3p8mH5rCT0zkra4gc6PWveANcwqAINmZMYvMZAdmgFqzWCmetQh-TmLRco5PMARAnR9ur7dr4D24cq8MWdyIXyEsyWqaUG1-CBHF8SCkbZDDfpr-chtxNCarwzJB" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1784" data-original-width="1738" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhM6pkImUgBNJFS0NafeWW0hY8b-pOUVtJUTTcJYkiVKS_QptiyBKu2ivqHKNCu7BDW3p8mH5rCT0zkra4gc6PWveANcwqAINmZMYvMZAdmgFqzWCmetQh-TmLRco5PMARAnR9ur7dr4D24cq8MWdyIXyEsyWqaUG1-CBHF8SCkbZDDfpr-chtxNCarwzJB=w624-h640" width="624" /></a> <br /></div><p></p><p>Tomas had a headache, probably due to that weird attack he encountered yesterday. He didn’t drink so much he would get hangover from that. Rubbing his temples he stood up.<br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj5GLlNQS6oLkmgh-y14itGGP5qq1hgX894eS9UfphjPGJtjsPlnrcpsBeTZG4kuLmrr8_SFKTI_BDIOOmqd1FnnsexDV2_nyEfD5TJKfzO8nbsJOtlVQ03MIAotoFTO97jQ08Extt9OAjHpTr7JME8ukJ0Ltl0mfZbEc14o40dV1YB9uwQW30evXzgjqs3" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1782" data-original-width="1698" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj5GLlNQS6oLkmgh-y14itGGP5qq1hgX894eS9UfphjPGJtjsPlnrcpsBeTZG4kuLmrr8_SFKTI_BDIOOmqd1FnnsexDV2_nyEfD5TJKfzO8nbsJOtlVQ03MIAotoFTO97jQ08Extt9OAjHpTr7JME8ukJ0Ltl0mfZbEc14o40dV1YB9uwQW30evXzgjqs3" width="229" /></a></div><br /><br />He walked to kitchen to get water and painkiller, noticed Andreea smoking in balcony wearing barely nothing. Damn. She had the same serene expression as she always had.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgt3E4OHQksev2J1s1ridEsf303GuKQZxgzo3pMkqqBN4eV5qow1ywAfJIRXL76XXMiGmWoIZyHhq2r7iPMFm1uFkjYZLdqj3Tz6gvbFdieQL6TNRRQn_JUYfFOwRIveW1VoDoxXarbfB4lLbkr64f0DQmdQvG593Rd6XHNftGEN4W1be2zStyIM-kznLiN" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1784" data-original-width="1684" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgt3E4OHQksev2J1s1ridEsf303GuKQZxgzo3pMkqqBN4eV5qow1ywAfJIRXL76XXMiGmWoIZyHhq2r7iPMFm1uFkjYZLdqj3Tz6gvbFdieQL6TNRRQn_JUYfFOwRIveW1VoDoxXarbfB4lLbkr64f0DQmdQvG593Rd6XHNftGEN4W1be2zStyIM-kznLiN" width="227" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEii88dIwX6_9AsPiosjiqK1RNnIg7Fr39bwNMBfq_RDf-43R5oNxvflFGg8zg04vR5XAaDUJs1mrs4rVwp14NbVDDfRcmDjm6ZMNk9-GCei87oQBaOb07ffVVa4I2U7BSSjz-Z-gU-o_W06STSaQHok61MloN02qoUEBlWz41Oqcb6zJ4Ox19Y0WZgua6_Z" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1770" data-original-width="1680" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEii88dIwX6_9AsPiosjiqK1RNnIg7Fr39bwNMBfq_RDf-43R5oNxvflFGg8zg04vR5XAaDUJs1mrs4rVwp14NbVDDfRcmDjm6ZMNk9-GCei87oQBaOb07ffVVa4I2U7BSSjz-Z-gU-o_W06STSaQHok61MloN02qoUEBlWz41Oqcb6zJ4Ox19Y0WZgua6_Z" width="228" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />– You truly are Finnish, she quickly looked at him and turned her eyes away.<br />– Finnish swede, Tomas corrects her and gets the water.<br />– Whatever. Running around buck naked.<br />– That’s the way, he lets out a low groan and opens the water bottle, swallows the pill and rinses it with water.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiI9L4_cMNzlWHhyI-gxtZ1qVk9MZ0VwogbfNT5lD6OEVWe5QSdYYN-_nV9w0MQMgSZYVmxwr7XVL75uYYXzh8wbWt4ZVON9AeNmyLDp8sqAL5QqqZXTNO7OHrM8M3e48N-sjcYoh-MZS28khQ7lhBYTuTvIjp01ZjLqa59JvzxBcAXqluzgb3rlc61aLzf" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1772" data-original-width="1686" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiI9L4_cMNzlWHhyI-gxtZ1qVk9MZ0VwogbfNT5lD6OEVWe5QSdYYN-_nV9w0MQMgSZYVmxwr7XVL75uYYXzh8wbWt4ZVON9AeNmyLDp8sqAL5QqqZXTNO7OHrM8M3e48N-sjcYoh-MZS28khQ7lhBYTuTvIjp01ZjLqa59JvzxBcAXqluzgb3rlc61aLzf" width="228" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjRq-YFHlsJpJcIpdbHsRIbwxezXreidS6-V6bXK5nxiMMR3ieIqmeTSJMe88XzINEPV797f7m3oRGWPUSLvAyL5OFqIS7ai7NAaVWYsyWMAAjGN4PaPoZO5Sy65tTcZacTn86omxLLZAHihV9ahYxNxa_RCLVgbsHCy1OPJn8cLGWBWrUERUah0LdmX032" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1776" data-original-width="1664" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjRq-YFHlsJpJcIpdbHsRIbwxezXreidS6-V6bXK5nxiMMR3ieIqmeTSJMe88XzINEPV797f7m3oRGWPUSLvAyL5OFqIS7ai7NAaVWYsyWMAAjGN4PaPoZO5Sy65tTcZacTn86omxLLZAHihV9ahYxNxa_RCLVgbsHCy1OPJn8cLGWBWrUERUah0LdmX032=w300-h320" width="300" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />Andreea smirks and this time she gives him a full scan.<br />– If you ever get fed up with this work, you could do porn. She turns back to look outside.<br />– Another lonely job I’ve heard.<br />– Could be, she blows steam from her nostrils.<br />– Hope I wasn’t too rough? Tomas notices visible bruises around Andreea’s wrists.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhKOFlwIHwV4oHtEJzC5CeaPZWWG5yDnIO6dbmb18TUU1VF7_AFrcvaiupezqwf3bdwBbV9_Uc4uoxEUiSFl_-b41Ss10yf8TiCaPxvdGuKjRX6pBfnKJKjnAOxk0YhP44Q2MX8Vy2Ms-F24zG8h9_RgolTNqoK2F6__6fW3vTsl78izienfrLmyM70Krtt" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1780" data-original-width="1756" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhKOFlwIHwV4oHtEJzC5CeaPZWWG5yDnIO6dbmb18TUU1VF7_AFrcvaiupezqwf3bdwBbV9_Uc4uoxEUiSFl_-b41Ss10yf8TiCaPxvdGuKjRX6pBfnKJKjnAOxk0YhP44Q2MX8Vy2Ms-F24zG8h9_RgolTNqoK2F6__6fW3vTsl78izienfrLmyM70Krtt" width="237" /></a></div><br /><br />She shakes her head but doesn’t look back at him.<br />– How are you feeling?<br />– Better. Massive headache though. You?<br />– Trying to sort things in my head still. Get some more rest, she says. – I already let the police know we are postponing Bruni’s interrogation. <p></p><p>_____________________</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhQG1Z5S-GujjabbJCfr0oaxL6OGL5Mli4cn0YAc1DZdvzNYt0FEw-JoPYZ9lAp6l6hha99SxmPgrTkl_2Zt_ceVMAKHo5XX2rpSy6LVdnCRw3sWm3kvenc6x1cN5vybHd00m9xsMxZ3t7pvDTIkQXhPH8htIRHT69yCemgJLmqVHf_48BOq-0w2Ft7HJV2" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhQG1Z5S-GujjabbJCfr0oaxL6OGL5Mli4cn0YAc1DZdvzNYt0FEw-JoPYZ9lAp6l6hha99SxmPgrTkl_2Zt_ceVMAKHo5XX2rpSy6LVdnCRw3sWm3kvenc6x1cN5vybHd00m9xsMxZ3t7pvDTIkQXhPH8htIRHT69yCemgJLmqVHf_48BOq-0w2Ft7HJV2=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p><b>Detective Segreto leads Detective Zampa in to see Vitale.</b> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg7jiPQ9IXZWTcwcAyrvwlhhRGTwFLaTM768_A6czXg6Pr1uR1QbBbiAJ8Wnc5PhfIhYep1Re5Zge5DBSpQe119l3X8DOKHaeHV3k2-yxMa6llvdAmNC05_1KP7U6P9XAjPyYL2S7rSrOb53Q-XJm6Ial38JYjZWB0Pjz9_BMJmfXmHifnQtq7lI8Jcmh7O" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg7jiPQ9IXZWTcwcAyrvwlhhRGTwFLaTM768_A6czXg6Pr1uR1QbBbiAJ8Wnc5PhfIhYep1Re5Zge5DBSpQe119l3X8DOKHaeHV3k2-yxMa6llvdAmNC05_1KP7U6P9XAjPyYL2S7rSrOb53Q-XJm6Ial38JYjZWB0Pjz9_BMJmfXmHifnQtq7lI8Jcmh7O" width="320" /></a></div><br />After some polite hand shaking and giving Segreto the heads up that he
had pastry crumbs on his chin and shirt, Vitale says,
"So...Klausenburg?" He grins. "Pietronella "Van Helsing" Zampa?" <p></p><p>"Ha ha." She smirks. "Just some lunatic involved with Runa Hersog. High
profile until it wasn't. He was a lovely man. Slicing up men and women
and drinking their blood." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg8kDoCVEQ2Cp1XH4sHw2c7hZ-lmSZzsCqPPhgZh7SL0eBR5a74ESRgXgjWmCgpRyKQS7tKH_E2JW8ZuaSJncaiTLlLwaUEALC871Hhn_rzGNfnurNJa6Cj7HENb3CBPMlrzg4boafuUrUTNfJJ4nYB1ScoY2gT5nlYtjg4R_1fcJzqdCnsXeiBhbqICewQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg8kDoCVEQ2Cp1XH4sHw2c7hZ-lmSZzsCqPPhgZh7SL0eBR5a74ESRgXgjWmCgpRyKQS7tKH_E2JW8ZuaSJncaiTLlLwaUEALC871Hhn_rzGNfnurNJa6Cj7HENb3CBPMlrzg4boafuUrUTNfJJ4nYB1ScoY2gT5nlYtjg4R_1fcJzqdCnsXeiBhbqICewQ" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"So, he wasn't a real vampire?" Segreto chuckles. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiCqNYkC7xoB8m2xKp3UMacd38a4oJpfzB4h_aViSM7KPBEk8ZMv4Ue6HWFLrbG8nuBVjKvCBJ23wZYA8PbS134BE2hIB0Fx4QvlIlWZZCU2oE9OCPSWkTTVADXVEnFQ-hlUKPzC5FTIykf1o-hbKONvM94x9zikCyqD7KPfzeURjUefTtQyL7eWmUXzE1a" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiCqNYkC7xoB8m2xKp3UMacd38a4oJpfzB4h_aViSM7KPBEk8ZMv4Ue6HWFLrbG8nuBVjKvCBJ23wZYA8PbS134BE2hIB0Fx4QvlIlWZZCU2oE9OCPSWkTTVADXVEnFQ-hlUKPzC5FTIykf1o-hbKONvM94x9zikCyqD7KPfzeURjUefTtQyL7eWmUXzE1a" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Detective Zampa rolls her eyes. "ANYWAY, it seems I can't leave you
gentlemen - using the term loosely - alone for a minute before you drive
a fellow Detective to murder? What the hell happened here? The briefing
I got sounded insane. I mean...Bruni?" She frowns. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgjjAdRByxTYaWatPI5w2tQoB5b2ip8eGQZTNXE-N9OV7eRmty0GWo4QFneTs-ffVbupF6Toi9sfz-Sh1Gq0XqIRPPMgmKftO8ZLbuMxDrTouCg9Zchey4uQgLM0LJ0x-paK6k8hk--fVOgwcL4C0o9BYszGC6kZTzIhTizewuIgXlk2KCvAAM3DJpazX1r" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgjjAdRByxTYaWatPI5w2tQoB5b2ip8eGQZTNXE-N9OV7eRmty0GWo4QFneTs-ffVbupF6Toi9sfz-Sh1Gq0XqIRPPMgmKftO8ZLbuMxDrTouCg9Zchey4uQgLM0LJ0x-paK6k8hk--fVOgwcL4C0o9BYszGC6kZTzIhTizewuIgXlk2KCvAAM3DJpazX1r" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"We think she got into something for money and it kept spiraling deeper,
but we're still sorting out the details. Heard about the Special
Agents?" </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhgHPOnIO-8mxQhJeVc1DnxuI2PgMj-QScUocZ0H2byf3BpBOp607QU1J5dJjxw9OIfYm5gVYm8S8ohweQFRrBXmChVhbdV_sgy8sZjEFNXBVGoDF7L16S1CHbbWdYPHPYQpPoKME5O1aGAXVjFdzwMKt7idVYHohncT2f4FOXLzs3E6JJ1BLKo_JTRlw2E" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhgHPOnIO-8mxQhJeVc1DnxuI2PgMj-QScUocZ0H2byf3BpBOp607QU1J5dJjxw9OIfYm5gVYm8S8ohweQFRrBXmChVhbdV_sgy8sZjEFNXBVGoDF7L16S1CHbbWdYPHPYQpPoKME5O1aGAXVjFdzwMKt7idVYHohncT2f4FOXLzs3E6JJ1BLKo_JTRlw2E=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Detective Zampa nods. She purses her lips remembering Chief Trevisan's
words, then looks at Segreto. "I'm sorry - can we have the room for a
moment?" </p><p>"Uh...sure?" He glances at Vitale, shrugs, and mutters, "I'll go grab a
coffee," as he leaves. </p><p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhtwoufp95tB2ZyQlvWIxRaJUXpfcd-w3zRQNI2KdXuJs6X7WgommUWirXdLNXpGjVyrCvKqqgxKuOuixoFKhzdY8_bf09bJHdF8EiI4uvBiN3ZPW3-6SqwUQkRWkVD4sRA6ObDVhbakf279pjQ7wrS_Hp0PEnL1KjSh6J5oG4_9WLK5-Yw7GEXCRZbZvSB" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhtwoufp95tB2ZyQlvWIxRaJUXpfcd-w3zRQNI2KdXuJs6X7WgommUWirXdLNXpGjVyrCvKqqgxKuOuixoFKhzdY8_bf09bJHdF8EiI4uvBiN3ZPW3-6SqwUQkRWkVD4sRA6ObDVhbakf279pjQ7wrS_Hp0PEnL1KjSh6J5oG4_9WLK5-Yw7GEXCRZbZvSB=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><b> "Sorry about our friend there, but he's not invited to the party."</b>
Detective Zampa winks and Vitale feels himself pull back a bit. </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgGwCgDFENUS2XGJR2N95l2Qn20q5ktybxOIH2idA3f_0lZCqH1YiEzs6qvPdqHha2D2oEVhv1WgIwnZj7-NdWJwqRDl-vVXKo1XhxaHFeLII6we0HbjCh4wq4X2Zn-NehRUJgBJ9MVkinZ4-ux4GOTkL-Ccw5T2RWE9JUON_xeFFCpLDOnREcfZQ4FFylj" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgGwCgDFENUS2XGJR2N95l2Qn20q5ktybxOIH2idA3f_0lZCqH1YiEzs6qvPdqHha2D2oEVhv1WgIwnZj7-NdWJwqRDl-vVXKo1XhxaHFeLII6we0HbjCh4wq4X2Zn-NehRUJgBJ9MVkinZ4-ux4GOTkL-Ccw5T2RWE9JUON_xeFFCpLDOnREcfZQ4FFylj" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Then she
says with a flourish, "Congratulations. Welcome to Divisione
investigazioni speciali e tattiche." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjPAB89VwiRMH1P6uZ2mcfJrIQQcPlSZF8zMkfaYC5QGVhUIO8hxFpPTjOSK14Weqm1Hx2MO795V_mndlxXX_soDAqP2Rj-34q7kMllnjKcOxdYe_SC4ByGLRO8jYHorZZYzrvyeIzMvKOzlS30EZV6hjLbazO0wmaURB-3TCDtJLfhAUzjNh2StCJvUydM" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjPAB89VwiRMH1P6uZ2mcfJrIQQcPlSZF8zMkfaYC5QGVhUIO8hxFpPTjOSK14Weqm1Hx2MO795V_mndlxXX_soDAqP2Rj-34q7kMllnjKcOxdYe_SC4ByGLRO8jYHorZZYzrvyeIzMvKOzlS30EZV6hjLbazO0wmaURB-3TCDtJLfhAUzjNh2StCJvUydM" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p> "Special investigations and tactics?" He frowns a bit. "I've never heard
of it." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhqpHBin17gih0boQKFnxTMkgEnvd09FCKD_TV1GZM6htMhFUln59sbD1Twpg9Kawcd1qiluprkm_13xu3ECpmFBeHhqToj41DGAQ_wCNu6IK3udcclJSB_J_ddVRPPH8bhMXUz6gloASXyV7_6W_VBjvCXTg-Pm0PclDaTKMrEWgSviQHPIEOYPuRvcGuE" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhqpHBin17gih0boQKFnxTMkgEnvd09FCKD_TV1GZM6htMhFUln59sbD1Twpg9Kawcd1qiluprkm_13xu3ECpmFBeHhqToj41DGAQ_wCNu6IK3udcclJSB_J_ddVRPPH8bhMXUz6gloASXyV7_6W_VBjvCXTg-Pm0PclDaTKMrEWgSviQHPIEOYPuRvcGuE" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"I know." She smiles. "Chief Trevisan gets to single out a few of us to
take the lead on some...more interesting cases. I understand that you
were under a microscope over the last few months thanks to your friend,
Bruni." </p><p>He winces a bit and she refrains from associating him with her
that way anymore. </p><p>"In the course of that time, and your efforts in the
Villanueva Case, he thought you'd be ideal for this." </p><p>"I see. I really don't know what any of this is getting to." </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhzIvwPSr0yvIep0P2idF-AJm-vE3JfkMi5WbZBHEnl1qrMDFBMAQjGDqqda4-mhM4GgIZIxP6Od6Ddb6isty-wUzfV3Q8iy6a8j8vBanRq3DoPyoqG3aYTF6TTWzMoxicfKNLSJ8wtrEkqhZL1oiEOxs4a6vb-LG9mAZANvAyrwagtHz1-5rpJTQhrsNts" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhzIvwPSr0yvIep0P2idF-AJm-vE3JfkMi5WbZBHEnl1qrMDFBMAQjGDqqda4-mhM4GgIZIxP6Od6Ddb6isty-wUzfV3Q8iy6a8j8vBanRq3DoPyoqG3aYTF6TTWzMoxicfKNLSJ8wtrEkqhZL1oiEOxs4a6vb-LG9mAZANvAyrwagtHz1-5rpJTQhrsNts" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p> "That her? Villanueva?" She motions to the board. </p><p>He turns to look. "Yes." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiSciO6PmQxHd6gmYvEaT9fwCWGAwbrswnSiP-I6EDd3MnhT9xtyqGtTMFtSIhQiODOc47jeyYXXUbpSJP9sE2os9gxFjlzYShtHX_BaiUQ78i4CwzywY6mcFntEZYwo0DBY4-L1GdtVJXncGvueCRjL0mhSxKq2-t4-vM4bjyTWZWsI8W6tT323BK6KBux" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiSciO6PmQxHd6gmYvEaT9fwCWGAwbrswnSiP-I6EDd3MnhT9xtyqGtTMFtSIhQiODOc47jeyYXXUbpSJP9sE2os9gxFjlzYShtHX_BaiUQ78i4CwzywY6mcFntEZYwo0DBY4-L1GdtVJXncGvueCRjL0mhSxKq2-t4-vM4bjyTWZWsI8W6tT323BK6KBux=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"Well..." she reaches down to her bag and pulls a plastic bag out of it.
She pulls a book from the bag and holds it up. "I'll trade you -
information about your ritualistic markings...for a book written by a
female killer who thought she had magic powers?"</p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjZMUbzoGr6_bOH8qRHFiPr7PrghDvv4Qir4cuJ0IJsorr40Rlqah_zmDNu850FvfYZl2QvYpyzoiUrdR7yLEWcEnodq6GWTvdx0a4CxRjNbBjFWg_0FFlnCo4rkjW70XnShuFIoIR02wlLzuS9Er1efuCOYSHEPWgmw5fe1_vO7ujkuQUT7jtiJkZ37sG_" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjZMUbzoGr6_bOH8qRHFiPr7PrghDvv4Qir4cuJ0IJsorr40Rlqah_zmDNu850FvfYZl2QvYpyzoiUrdR7yLEWcEnodq6GWTvdx0a4CxRjNbBjFWg_0FFlnCo4rkjW70XnShuFIoIR02wlLzuS9Er1efuCOYSHEPWgmw5fe1_vO7ujkuQUT7jtiJkZ37sG_" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><b>Detective Vitale puffs out a breath and lets his eyes go wide.
</b> </p><p>"I know. A bit of a change from drug rings and murders, huh?" She hands
him the book. "Your case was completely off my radar until recently."
She motions at the door. "Detective Segreto's report and the
fingerprints and the woman that came up from them. The one who died in
the Civitella San Paolo fire. That's my case." </p><p>"Danuta Szymańska..." he looks down, finds her photo, and hands it to
Zampa. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjyeLk6LK1_mH8ant3DjJKitLNygb1zk_k1HwJiJCkBIEDgURntWtR3iHV8u2ERB61YH-qnxFHZZxkczTziIATcmy80VoXUUQzdIcIszRPOxLogMb_p_RrjnNhltO-brZJulxHQ0rS1PmZUMET07UvkxNkdMfakq8xCJDAKpOY39TJMbvFteYF4ip3cR806" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjyeLk6LK1_mH8ant3DjJKitLNygb1zk_k1HwJiJCkBIEDgURntWtR3iHV8u2ERB61YH-qnxFHZZxkczTziIATcmy80VoXUUQzdIcIszRPOxLogMb_p_RrjnNhltO-brZJulxHQ0rS1PmZUMET07UvkxNkdMfakq8xCJDAKpOY39TJMbvFteYF4ip3cR806" width="320" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiQhZ5jrNuL4ZGE9GtitwMDSREyyhS6uKSGju9zmxzn31I0r4zmPkkDgCKSvObrmc431AkwXdKyBpXcSzWhQdoWuZiteTR3YhHDSgDAzv5FSwo4Gx3uZFs_ebtaIggLikQgZgZnSm6a7SiXRIXnec8900EGZ1BKNwijSF_wMjTthaFWpfLNXnNWfVmUVCdi" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiQhZ5jrNuL4ZGE9GtitwMDSREyyhS6uKSGju9zmxzn31I0r4zmPkkDgCKSvObrmc431AkwXdKyBpXcSzWhQdoWuZiteTR3YhHDSgDAzv5FSwo4Gx3uZFs_ebtaIggLikQgZgZnSm6a7SiXRIXnec8900EGZ1BKNwijSF_wMjTthaFWpfLNXnNWfVmUVCdi=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div></div><br /> <p></p><p>Detective Zampa studies the photo, then looks up. "So...this is the
ghost that killed your witness? My dead body from months ago? She's in
that book. I guess there were a bunch of these people in a cult of some
kind. I'll get the reports over to you, but that fire was no accident.
It was some of the most complex arson work we've seen." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjBJZa0f972a7YaGRhYH9ir5KhTqD5onJnhjjpE574EeveZNxcbSbUEDmAM36YyEXMjEaH5g2vDxK12gn_YKUJ1MMOVMhZL_aujGw_wkaASGqPI2l4CnnDmSYC-8DrusHUOvdyzodlpCkcS54nfGyAoxKIaF7WmKUM3oNwq8hhU7Arws9r5b_nEv7lYl4MH" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjBJZa0f972a7YaGRhYH9ir5KhTqD5onJnhjjpE574EeveZNxcbSbUEDmAM36YyEXMjEaH5g2vDxK12gn_YKUJ1MMOVMhZL_aujGw_wkaASGqPI2l4CnnDmSYC-8DrusHUOvdyzodlpCkcS54nfGyAoxKIaF7WmKUM3oNwq8hhU7Arws9r5b_nEv7lYl4MH" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjzbQaxutwzvSTgRPXV9oblSIN3o_GqAoNJBmyCrla3cke9GiZBDdNdPMiyo55U3DZec4-6CCFNOOVxqWQgvk63Y7VTPVYlDxR8knAc4R7Lwq-F_3-TKXQwEalgKwbzDug8L6ScVsTIF-tkNTkMfojJc6V-fx7vEE3HCXDoliecN3SG-Mt_7fED5npscKz_" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjzbQaxutwzvSTgRPXV9oblSIN3o_GqAoNJBmyCrla3cke9GiZBDdNdPMiyo55U3DZec4-6CCFNOOVxqWQgvk63Y7VTPVYlDxR8knAc4R7Lwq-F_3-TKXQwEalgKwbzDug8L6ScVsTIF-tkNTkMfojJc6V-fx7vEE3HCXDoliecN3SG-Mt_7fED5npscKz_" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>"So...our witness was killed by a burnt up woman who's been dead for
months. Oh...who still has fingerprints clean enough to ID her." He
looks at the book. "And I get quietly shuffled into a department no one
knows about." He sighs. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgEJlxLi-da12ghc1SmeGMsxToqYq3Ovxyq2KW7gc10vPGk2oXzdWtRe-U9bgE5WWNI0ky8VpjJFAyw1TDWlvSO5l3PIX4JhdLGx6_GLjMznEDgUl15s81LnPKRUMpxeWKTHJMZlFyga2J4PNdo7dj4ucUeSmTA0uvBxDycmOOIj4HBLO9KRZ4Ek8CsSD5g" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgEJlxLi-da12ghc1SmeGMsxToqYq3Ovxyq2KW7gc10vPGk2oXzdWtRe-U9bgE5WWNI0ky8VpjJFAyw1TDWlvSO5l3PIX4JhdLGx6_GLjMznEDgUl15s81LnPKRUMpxeWKTHJMZlFyga2J4PNdo7dj4ucUeSmTA0uvBxDycmOOIj4HBLO9KRZ4Ek8CsSD5g" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"Fun way to start a new job, hmmm?" She laughs. "Next stop, Chief
Trevisan. He asked me to have you...drop by." </p><p>_______________ <br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh3Kfr8NghieJ8yjkeq2gJWs_jNi3qPrle3aiAVSpfCsUpFRe5H7VwrYWX1MZ58oEJGA9H7a-l7r8x3uN0l2O6sdFclGbJZFuKb3gH3hzOalTmApi4PDdiB5uzJOATt9KZWRMZtRS5bb_Zuta-94OyNRdzEGzALS5GXHwhu-Cl0N6yc-AcdB5tLDFfcc_Mz" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh3Kfr8NghieJ8yjkeq2gJWs_jNi3qPrle3aiAVSpfCsUpFRe5H7VwrYWX1MZ58oEJGA9H7a-l7r8x3uN0l2O6sdFclGbJZFuKb3gH3hzOalTmApi4PDdiB5uzJOATt9KZWRMZtRS5bb_Zuta-94OyNRdzEGzALS5GXHwhu-Cl0N6yc-AcdB5tLDFfcc_Mz=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><b>"You f^cking monster,"</b> the low voice said as a small trap opened in the door of the high security floor in the basement level. </p><p>Chelsea glanced up at yet another angry face as the tray of food came sliding in. Kicked in, the force sending a lot of the food flying off the tray and onto the floor. </p><p>Chelsea laughed as a line from the book her Father used to read to her all the time came to mind vividly. Humorously. </p><p>________ </p><p>“But it’s no use now,” thought poor Alice, “to pretend to be two people! Why, there’s hardly enough of me left to make one respectable person!” </p><p>________ </p><p>Chelsea Bruni laughed, then fell silent. Elke Giacomina...the White Death...had made promises and deals. Magical deals. Strong magic it seemed. That's what it felt like when the redhead woman sliced Chelsea's hand and dropped in Elke's blood mixture. </p><p>Her guts had rolled around in her body and her eyes went crossed before she fell to the floor shaking. A deal with a Devil in white. In return for her contacts in the department, Direzione Investigativa Antimafia, and the Arma dei Carabinieri, she would be given certain gifts that played off of her natural abilities. </p><p>A special treats now and then. </p><p>Delightful trips and funds to draw on that made life very nice indeed. </p><p>But...where was she now? This wasn't supposed to happen. </p><p>______________</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj9g4x1D02Pl_19eW3jQRulS2C3PHgsxLAGrQHKDWy_jVgMF_VPzmvOORHHBzINEmPvD2d2hgehQJiA1wnwf95hZXwE6azEZ53doDNolcvv_lu2CdwHz0A3TvgSbaQAH8STt1txZz0DhWkb8rgP4O4k8t-p23UA9rl4-xMAFlezwi8B3WIhkwzbpc1uiGD3" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj9g4x1D02Pl_19eW3jQRulS2C3PHgsxLAGrQHKDWy_jVgMF_VPzmvOORHHBzINEmPvD2d2hgehQJiA1wnwf95hZXwE6azEZ53doDNolcvv_lu2CdwHz0A3TvgSbaQAH8STt1txZz0DhWkb8rgP4O4k8t-p23UA9rl4-xMAFlezwi8B3WIhkwzbpc1uiGD3" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p><b>"Good morning Detective Vitale."</b> Detective Zampa glances at the cot.
"Saving on rent by living here?" </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiK7wZGd83DWt5G1dDMeHjE2BPVvMOY0RvWou3K7CMYUzmODNlskXliGl9cHskXOP3Lzzn1NUtkKW0Oz07LJsxKuo74FbKjh0MtV1Fhw7mqR9hnjFBioRjYrQ82lfeA8jpRrMP8e9d3MXYQ_xq64wWmNtYc6Zzofag79iUC_BNwogWz1hPTlfQpAzQYRtTS" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiK7wZGd83DWt5G1dDMeHjE2BPVvMOY0RvWou3K7CMYUzmODNlskXliGl9cHskXOP3Lzzn1NUtkKW0Oz07LJsxKuo74FbKjh0MtV1Fhw7mqR9hnjFBioRjYrQ82lfeA8jpRrMP8e9d3MXYQ_xq64wWmNtYc6Zzofag79iUC_BNwogWz1hPTlfQpAzQYRtTS" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Vitale smiles. "My wife is traveling. Didn't see the point of heading
home last night. Are you still up for making the tour today?" </p><p>"Wouldn't miss it. Are we going to be able to get inside the two
locations?" </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgK-Rk55aEDFZDb9r5Sbf4634b5_OkQ8l4A1AWBSjA8fd5-u-Whvr-cgXGhGOGE0QwNxjXXbRauret-f2KBJdie6lEUxWkzAEg25As8_V4Gn1ZkpIPB7YviLkg09gpLhkAqb4LYUrra2GMFfQFd_7s7SgLJFSFzsD4VQZECR0C5qgBjq7xKzAv2JfEzH-lu" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgK-Rk55aEDFZDb9r5Sbf4634b5_OkQ8l4A1AWBSjA8fd5-u-Whvr-cgXGhGOGE0QwNxjXXbRauret-f2KBJdie6lEUxWkzAEg25As8_V4Gn1ZkpIPB7YviLkg09gpLhkAqb4LYUrra2GMFfQFd_7s7SgLJFSFzsD4VQZECR0C5qgBjq7xKzAv2JfEzH-lu" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"Three locations. There was another situation that matches the ritual
symbols reported a few days ago. Going to be a busy day. We should have
access to them all. There are lock-boxes - I have the codes." </p><p>"Well then, we better get going. Coffee? We can hit the shop downstairs
on the way out." </p><p>He wrinkles his nose. "We'll take a stroll down to LUNA, then head out." <br /></p><p>"Ah...and man of discriminating tastes." She laughs. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiySfrLbW9dOodfbPcXbt0U88dQJsBZymAN5DGw2a5VZmVwjfoHKmrLyERB9q1xSSTFG5CZ8xKpKCFgEsF3MlCka02cd6neFvoI-7VhhsMSrl_hBesV4GH0FaxdJq_RjsV0LBP9fGQE34CSBLXeHX6f3V_PYBx1OJiaPiRJwRgSFwnA0AOvGlj5a1_aa5Ki" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiySfrLbW9dOodfbPcXbt0U88dQJsBZymAN5DGw2a5VZmVwjfoHKmrLyERB9q1xSSTFG5CZ8xKpKCFgEsF3MlCka02cd6neFvoI-7VhhsMSrl_hBesV4GH0FaxdJq_RjsV0LBP9fGQE34CSBLXeHX6f3V_PYBx1OJiaPiRJwRgSFwnA0AOvGlj5a1_aa5Ki=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /><b> Detective Zampa feels her stomach flutter and head spin a bit </b>as she
looks down to the beach. Villa Morelli looms behind them as she winces
and moves back to the wall a bit more. <p></p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjcrI0tTO5Rop1Nk8h_Jb6XuU9j-KB-afk093hI02-JaC9BCqv9yONlgNaRet80c3YSuXNrdqKFfx_j-K9p3urc_ikGI4stCCv1vW37njrOmV4t60kFjc9mKOqL4MenNkVDxPj5iqk7Ip2gpj8Y8WF_5P6gPCeULBNuxgq56DfCkF7ijDgRj1UtBueBiwEr" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjcrI0tTO5Rop1Nk8h_Jb6XuU9j-KB-afk093hI02-JaC9BCqv9yONlgNaRet80c3YSuXNrdqKFfx_j-K9p3urc_ikGI4stCCv1vW37njrOmV4t60kFjc9mKOqL4MenNkVDxPj5iqk7Ip2gpj8Y8WF_5P6gPCeULBNuxgq56DfCkF7ijDgRj1UtBueBiwEr" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhuH-p4YEtZFtIez7eB-yskEoK__uxYZDj7DmNEACNjzqFcgXQ2UCCmfXrcehfRbON6IqEtFlFTXDD4_sJY3yTmIKOwSoyPq4ASDnTnKgUo4tEWoZ2b-1Qqy45BJu8jPPfyXupKZQWSKHs3LZjcNgD7_S0XNmQDMvatc28TOw--N9aPQnmrCnWeiu-WDZrJ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhuH-p4YEtZFtIez7eB-yskEoK__uxYZDj7DmNEACNjzqFcgXQ2UCCmfXrcehfRbON6IqEtFlFTXDD4_sJY3yTmIKOwSoyPq4ASDnTnKgUo4tEWoZ2b-1Qqy45BJu8jPPfyXupKZQWSKHs3LZjcNgD7_S0XNmQDMvatc28TOw--N9aPQnmrCnWeiu-WDZrJ" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p>"We questioned the people on the beach at the time, neighbors, and then
combed the entire area, but nothing was found. A few partials that
didn't amount to anything, really. No way up here, so they had to come
around the front, but no one saw--" He stops and looks back at her. "You
ok?" </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjNHOXFlRiv9rAtiF-Xik6MT3ADZFFqmcwUEsp2naN3WW69ZKJFBXWLkDDuspdXadkWgR7tL-KTBqDlxBvreUarfQkTeGTLrvQxUSXNAMYsoYQRaJhlv6A4sll-Hy1HB3uUdvtWMquyuyx6s5Uh-PUyuKYnukssvpyQX3920hDatAYTw1YUG3GRUHyXuf8h" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjNHOXFlRiv9rAtiF-Xik6MT3ADZFFqmcwUEsp2naN3WW69ZKJFBXWLkDDuspdXadkWgR7tL-KTBqDlxBvreUarfQkTeGTLrvQxUSXNAMYsoYQRaJhlv6A4sll-Hy1HB3uUdvtWMquyuyx6s5Uh-PUyuKYnukssvpyQX3920hDatAYTw1YUG3GRUHyXuf8h" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"I don't like heights. I think that's all it is." She switches gears.
"Was Bruni here during that sweep?" </p><p>Vitale nods. "She ran lead. I didn't get here until about an hour later.
I was called here, but was out of the City." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj9yYojPWtmqaSpbhJEzLSnxWIdlmNnUYER-_-NZtLpHYfW5bzBFBWlBn6grXFgo8ifGzivXHc1gkgmXxsf2BRmBh4G0wl2xG7DtN7mKiBbCQzNwqnTtzv2SUZs4epAohdKX1r2alQdmPoMG4YVhEmlTtUbxFMAtoW_LjAg1kjOpBPvtDtedml-0DB-lzd4" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1086" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj9yYojPWtmqaSpbhJEzLSnxWIdlmNnUYER-_-NZtLpHYfW5bzBFBWlBn6grXFgo8ifGzivXHc1gkgmXxsf2BRmBh4G0wl2xG7DtN7mKiBbCQzNwqnTtzv2SUZs4epAohdKX1r2alQdmPoMG4YVhEmlTtUbxFMAtoW_LjAg1kjOpBPvtDtedml-0DB-lzd4" width="318" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"So...she could have tampered with evidence then. Having people search
one way while she hid things? Took things?"
Again, Vitale nods.
"Can we move on to the Villanueva residence now? I want to follow up on
the camera's used to capture Bruni yelling at Villanueva. Track back to
that secret room as well." </p><p> <br /></p><p>The two detectives spend a long time at the Villanueva residence. </p><p>Vitale
slips to the side every now and then checking on his wife's return
trip, then dives back into the familiar space and checks it yet again. </p><p>"HERE!"
Vitale is startled by Zampa's shout. </p><p>"What the hell? What is it?" </p><p>"Did your people follow this?" She uses a little pointer after taking
photos. "This cord. It's not like the others. There's a
little...splitter. See? At its end under this board." Can you take me to
this wall outside?"
Vitale heads for the door at a jog. "This way." </p><p>________________________________________ </p><p>Outside, they see a spot in the wall that has clearly been patched. </p><p>Detective Zampa points with the pointer. "Bet the cord came out here.
Routed to another recorder or device. Where is the spot where your
witness said he saw Szymańska?" <br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiWcRSA0pBg6mziIPKlGAZESfq_i624jC6t8FFReISQ2IjhFEC0YrbQd_4gqYTUzXfSJDYCOy-dB1h4uDP1rXVdejhztZ1bmyaEapBWWMXxEtR5_OOHQjGr3ySoyJyvwWMwtPNuan6748vIlpYGoh3cvMvHo3UBrOAhvjE2o39-9b6cKZfmP8MYFORAxL9m" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiWcRSA0pBg6mziIPKlGAZESfq_i624jC6t8FFReISQ2IjhFEC0YrbQd_4gqYTUzXfSJDYCOy-dB1h4uDP1rXVdejhztZ1bmyaEapBWWMXxEtR5_OOHQjGr3ySoyJyvwWMwtPNuan6748vIlpYGoh3cvMvHo3UBrOAhvjE2o39-9b6cKZfmP8MYFORAxL9m=w400-h300" width="400" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiWcRSA0pBg6mziIPKlGAZESfq_i624jC6t8FFReISQ2IjhFEC0YrbQd_4gqYTUzXfSJDYCOy-dB1h4uDP1rXVdejhztZ1bmyaEapBWWMXxEtR5_OOHQjGr3ySoyJyvwWMwtPNuan6748vIlpYGoh3cvMvHo3UBrOAhvjE2o39-9b6cKZfmP8MYFORAxL9m" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjpg3xq47n6qbe3zVs3vhvUd7aSfQ60ZrRC6LjWQYamWKw0xg4mG9iak8NEJN9XgALLARtaUj2WrMlngEpouI3z0zlsWnmz6_eRGabHlI8pDDvchE8b8ZtDp4CGBRAGWX1_qXh5LVCHcOsH-wiCxZhtRyvlqiF1eGLCMRMSGaR8DcRshyO19VNkkkvihO0y" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjpg3xq47n6qbe3zVs3vhvUd7aSfQ60ZrRC6LjWQYamWKw0xg4mG9iak8NEJN9XgALLARtaUj2WrMlngEpouI3z0zlsWnmz6_eRGabHlI8pDDvchE8b8ZtDp4CGBRAGWX1_qXh5LVCHcOsH-wiCxZhtRyvlqiF1eGLCMRMSGaR8DcRshyO19VNkkkvihO0y" width="320" /></a></div><br /></div><p></p><p>He points. "Right off the main road - down there. So...there's an
outside recorder or feed split off from the main camera feed. That could
be recording or broadcasting blackmail material back to the people who
put the splitter in. Maintenance records for the equipment...who was out
here...." </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgUsghtKB2Y7byt0vJM9KlmFP4X2uJdKdHmgLT_yGOZsfmoPiivn0iwi23lne142U68ozK3GcbJyzI5AZRFzxdFLOo_bPJN3kCDN7Sykp35CvbIGdoyZ-Q-2ibfy130vNpmrmTPqKwRU2tD5lFA26meMMN4LszIBhKCjPvD_CLNFUS34kOwciUTLKHin5VY" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1086" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgUsghtKB2Y7byt0vJM9KlmFP4X2uJdKdHmgLT_yGOZsfmoPiivn0iwi23lne142U68ozK3GcbJyzI5AZRFzxdFLOo_bPJN3kCDN7Sykp35CvbIGdoyZ-Q-2ibfy130vNpmrmTPqKwRU2tD5lFA26meMMN4LszIBhKCjPvD_CLNFUS34kOwciUTLKHin5VY" width="318" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEixEAqTgdhJ_wNqgPzhnyi3E3qVUVZNrReBaZg-I2jXnFjedfRQDSRYco9t5C1YmbX5rSqBGWzIANUPG_vG8D53_xkfLNhWj5gJzZPgCGEPljy3c4TGKfio1UVgp6r88QrBrLtDTLNPxPe5bBORhsurKNnlwno97UjnSOT1q_uAFsocparDX2Psg0qKfy45" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEixEAqTgdhJ_wNqgPzhnyi3E3qVUVZNrReBaZg-I2jXnFjedfRQDSRYco9t5C1YmbX5rSqBGWzIANUPG_vG8D53_xkfLNhWj5gJzZPgCGEPljy3c4TGKfio1UVgp6r88QrBrLtDTLNPxPe5bBORhsurKNnlwno97UjnSOT1q_uAFsocparDX2Psg0qKfy45" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>"I'd like to talk to the people who were assigned to search here at the
deep level as well. Find out why they missed that...little detail." </p><p>__________________</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjDrObGEIyLv7dz8aR_cwMdnryhE6au4f1bvEXBWRUl-nxsHROuQPQxDclLa308z_JH7hLtpvE2JqWdMVGxH0lXSz0w-GpqOvsswvZbU3D2Bq9Pc1KGiTIZeuVQvHLUJvqe5eogAD56xiBVyLbyHmg37JmxDe5mWUQmbkqwGl9-nl0z87bkxnwcoFd7x4tN" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjDrObGEIyLv7dz8aR_cwMdnryhE6au4f1bvEXBWRUl-nxsHROuQPQxDclLa308z_JH7hLtpvE2JqWdMVGxH0lXSz0w-GpqOvsswvZbU3D2Bq9Pc1KGiTIZeuVQvHLUJvqe5eogAD56xiBVyLbyHmg37JmxDe5mWUQmbkqwGl9-nl0z87bkxnwcoFd7x4tN=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>"That's amazing! I mean...wow. What the hell is it even - Special
investigations and tactics division?" Angela pours him a whiskey and
hands it to him, happy to be back home. "It sounds dangerous." </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhApEvB5_YWumjVihttZsfe3cZ128yiJBSNjcgAlMrliX5fASgJANfFb9LHXDGlMCyssKYVhfGHDsS76tTsikynrAefDyKfkPx2C11yYIiQa7k_DUZvcl3jeIfers2Yghvmb_s4cTF3deHMwtvbEbaG7e-AZyvA54p9yvDBg1zvg9uSBJeqcJPg0MNufOAc" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhApEvB5_YWumjVihttZsfe3cZ128yiJBSNjcgAlMrliX5fASgJANfFb9LHXDGlMCyssKYVhfGHDsS76tTsikynrAefDyKfkPx2C11yYIiQa7k_DUZvcl3jeIfers2Yghvmb_s4cTF3deHMwtvbEbaG7e-AZyvA54p9yvDBg1zvg9uSBJeqcJPg0MNufOAc" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"Remember the show X-Files? Well, it feels like that, really." He laughs
and sips. "But, they want us to disprove anything that could be
a...disruption to public safety and secure feelings. Make people feel
safe and sound when the stranger items pop up." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgrrTJY3LZaxbbHwnPQC5KZEKPTjoCGnGFIto5PsGtrydi8vZd1jp2tPR1bP3Jy2llgYJSUBIfUnIc9KpeMoPlaqznFYk3THAG42hq0o0D0kodmLIdcLr0F4hXqvUC2Qg2tqkw-HfxDVb7361rtvidb1yatPuDnRD2Wj-jdj5xWqZZ1al7HtrS7yAcDFUpq" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgrrTJY3LZaxbbHwnPQC5KZEKPTjoCGnGFIto5PsGtrydi8vZd1jp2tPR1bP3Jy2llgYJSUBIfUnIc9KpeMoPlaqznFYk3THAG42hq0o0D0kodmLIdcLr0F4hXqvUC2Qg2tqkw-HfxDVb7361rtvidb1yatPuDnRD2Wj-jdj5xWqZZ1al7HtrS7yAcDFUpq" width="240" /></a></div><p></p><p>"Like your symbols killings all over the place? Crazy burnt witnesses?"
She frowns. </p><p> </p><p>"Exactly." He moves to her and pulls her close. "But...after the fact
when things are done. Following up at scenes. And, a better pay, more
benefits, more time off." He smiles at her. "To relax...with you." He
runs his hands over her. </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhx0u9XSqvHKzq1HulbK6gAVUa5nwSniSSrdAwPiTLRzgq6utwq-JEXoZTkMvDGqow3_IVBlt5raHFhYJeZgA4Gd0tynCqBszwGac35qFJ3U2-Bg2mUnGm-wBPD6GqwimsRUepQzh2cHvHwB1nG8VvRwRPOKpeg0WaZlchya5LcQkdP-KnEDofxpssCyRGO" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhx0u9XSqvHKzq1HulbK6gAVUa5nwSniSSrdAwPiTLRzgq6utwq-JEXoZTkMvDGqow3_IVBlt5raHFhYJeZgA4Gd0tynCqBszwGac35qFJ3U2-Bg2mUnGm-wBPD6GqwimsRUepQzh2cHvHwB1nG8VvRwRPOKpeg0WaZlchya5LcQkdP-KnEDofxpssCyRGO=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>"Relax, huh? Some parts of you feel more relaxed than others, Angelo..."
She giggles and kisses him.</p><p>_______________</p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiQldmVPKZLS1RQh9FTEsjrNIDwlGKhS5uccsUTN-Oas-5prFtzcNAjM-jI6l30A-qg4icq-b6XIHdan3KgAUvpWGljNrIigbz28W9_3rEmRYy4QQHpq-tNn212iFBZd2NL_32t9TPsjGL3PgecxVZhjlhNoRLqBYg01_ZIHBayYeNJ_p5amCRnOICvO5CE" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiQldmVPKZLS1RQh9FTEsjrNIDwlGKhS5uccsUTN-Oas-5prFtzcNAjM-jI6l30A-qg4icq-b6XIHdan3KgAUvpWGljNrIigbz28W9_3rEmRYy4QQHpq-tNn212iFBZd2NL_32t9TPsjGL3PgecxVZhjlhNoRLqBYg01_ZIHBayYeNJ_p5amCRnOICvO5CE" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Sargent Petri pulls Detective Segreto outside for a moment. </p><p>"Full gear? Did I miss something?" Segreto nods with his head. "Or, just
feeling like you need a little more protection?" He chuckles. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhVE2NU_W8K5eyE0aFFB06wk-eiJ3kB-asVXARwPvDxR0VUzKkwqQb4C1MnT6I118rpvP_005f2IepyzsI4JDG9eHSyFeQ64yjgywVbAuDBySQJflfrTIRc_nTy7hxlr8CAcC24BCToxzWBZa0swWafbYeVdcN0_rt1bA34ZUP1xOAkikfP-vXaE_p-IlyX" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhVE2NU_W8K5eyE0aFFB06wk-eiJ3kB-asVXARwPvDxR0VUzKkwqQb4C1MnT6I118rpvP_005f2IepyzsI4JDG9eHSyFeQ64yjgywVbAuDBySQJflfrTIRc_nTy7hxlr8CAcC24BCToxzWBZa0swWafbYeVdcN0_rt1bA34ZUP1xOAkikfP-vXaE_p-IlyX" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Petri doesn't laugh. "Did Detective Vitale fly the coop? I heard he's
over in DIST now." </p><p>Segreto looks at this as confirmation for what he's heard as well.
"Nothing official has come down as far as I know. I hope it's true,
though. He works harder than any of us." <br /></p><p>Petri shrugs. "Sure. Especially if he might go in the Hole with his
partner if he doesn't, huh? Makes working hard worth it." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj6dXFC23gOw0jsAxMD-D12v5caOTudWq9Mn1veI5nKH77nG0FPuX3jjSsw3X35ZeKpcaluZifUjl0hWxgp2v0-WzIaPBIITYbj4h-e2nIKPxiNOF1SeJIq2RjifLVdmOA7x3YptZYQLa7ee6ocVe7UZGwpzu7Qj2z4jbgua9JJlsbYxk96T5lGBk012kSN" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj6dXFC23gOw0jsAxMD-D12v5caOTudWq9Mn1veI5nKH77nG0FPuX3jjSsw3X35ZeKpcaluZifUjl0hWxgp2v0-WzIaPBIITYbj4h-e2nIKPxiNOF1SeJIq2RjifLVdmOA7x3YptZYQLa7ee6ocVe7UZGwpzu7Qj2z4jbgua9JJlsbYxk96T5lGBk012kSN" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Segreto doesn't like the tone. "You have something to say, Petri?" He
stares. </p><p>Petri gets the message. "No, Sir." </p><p>"Good. Move along." He watches Petri go and makes a note to follow up
with Vitale ASAP. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjT5Hrli5f9xD3cDOpEexOG7MQTeCWBLJneuY32PE9-2h0nxCIBSe1guM9PSn1S--F1SbgMCwI8Xeits1b_5zD6bbhSVYERe7cfASG72OE0836PiVmmVbyx7nyZZm-leQlnesFX2UR4Y0yM-jefKeopiOcritczS9Cx4ZWEpksBn_PCo28Pnk-w8Nbvgeiu" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjT5Hrli5f9xD3cDOpEexOG7MQTeCWBLJneuY32PE9-2h0nxCIBSe1guM9PSn1S--F1SbgMCwI8Xeits1b_5zD6bbhSVYERe7cfASG72OE0836PiVmmVbyx7nyZZm-leQlnesFX2UR4Y0yM-jefKeopiOcritczS9Cx4ZWEpksBn_PCo28Pnk-w8Nbvgeiu=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p>After talking to Sargent Petri, Detective Segreto calls Vitale. </p><p>"Hmmm...well, this could be a sign that there is more here in the
department than we're aware of." He thinks. "Detective Segreto, can you
be point person on this? Let Chief Trevisan know? We may want to
increase the lockdown on Bruni until we can speak with Petri and his
team." </p><p>"Agreed. I'll go to the Chief right now." </p><p> "Marco...be careful. Ok?" </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgtOtoFTjUFvfjvD4EwNWcAj_A6ZTRLNxd7XAprgxOmLc-OlsAOgc5eiU5j4sdmFHcsQ5P1oGrOwiN0UoQYk1FvKgvztePiIQCFB9OHfkN0OQW3fHVZFbyDmsOTox4yOX7ZiVekkXRDorRHcvJcnHMOYJqZuL9OIQM_id7JkDYDMs9XWGoDFvzl7hhKN-J2" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgtOtoFTjUFvfjvD4EwNWcAj_A6ZTRLNxd7XAprgxOmLc-OlsAOgc5eiU5j4sdmFHcsQ5P1oGrOwiN0UoQYk1FvKgvztePiIQCFB9OHfkN0OQW3fHVZFbyDmsOTox4yOX7ZiVekkXRDorRHcvJcnHMOYJqZuL9OIQM_id7JkDYDMs9XWGoDFvzl7hhKN-J2" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Detective Segreto smiles. "I will...Angelo." Detective Segreto hangs up and pockets his phone feeling like he's made a
real friend in Angelo Vitale. Now...to see the Chief.</p><p>___________</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgLsaj9_8Mn1lU7ib0dxujD92jKRYkcfH7n4f-nmSvbrcSqXX4KRCnKszzycBsVL0j_umIVHuk-K7boWJA7QnbcE22cb3k9oLUIdY7f75cI4p7JBRmkyFNeR0px3SByELelyjsDbMfZ8l-AOtR7vRsBYYaCjvbQVBEaYGnCWM3E1llSpid412Q1Ztqjr-nI" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgLsaj9_8Mn1lU7ib0dxujD92jKRYkcfH7n4f-nmSvbrcSqXX4KRCnKszzycBsVL0j_umIVHuk-K7boWJA7QnbcE22cb3k9oLUIdY7f75cI4p7JBRmkyFNeR0px3SByELelyjsDbMfZ8l-AOtR7vRsBYYaCjvbQVBEaYGnCWM3E1llSpid412Q1Ztqjr-nI=w640-h640" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><b>Elke Giacomina listens as "her little secret" tells her what happened</b>
with the agents after the other officers arrived. <p></p><p>"Afterward Isabella was taken to Ospedale di Santa Maria. Her red hair
had gone blonde and her face looked...." He swallows and shakes her
head. "The hospital said they'd run tox screens to find out how she
died." </p><p>"Go on." Elke knew what Isabella's plan had been. No need to beat that
dead horse. She's furious that these two foreigners were constantly in
the way. Olivia's doing, perhaps. "The agents - what happened with
them?" </p><p>"They looked VERY rattled." He smiles. "Very short with each other.
Confused. Did not like being questioned about the situation. The Chief
stepped in after some time and they were allowed to leave, but you could
tell they were visibly shaken. I'm working on finding out where they
are staying, but they keep splitting up and slipping away. I doubt they
are anywhere in this area." </p><p> Elke narrows her eyes and thinks. "Try and find out why they are here.
What they want. They can't have my little Bruni, but perhaps they are
after something else we can give them. Get them to f^ck off back home."
She taps her finger on her chair, then smiles. "And maybe if they are
rattled, we keep things uncomfortable for their stay." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiVAQ5MeTtyQOb8PrHJ7T3-ASvHonPYJYsYmlxc0IvPSHI4AKfGB3cK-o7ayXQko8ycrlCAZmsK3qi2FHXlETr0GnOAB1cKgTjhISxdDZ2wkhZThU3en4oKrUBPB-OeGgdjgo-AdH8rTL4TF2a6ssyA00kZBjL6-UKeTd28STvQCx9IEUX82uAlseM1Kzif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiVAQ5MeTtyQOb8PrHJ7T3-ASvHonPYJYsYmlxc0IvPSHI4AKfGB3cK-o7ayXQko8ycrlCAZmsK3qi2FHXlETr0GnOAB1cKgTjhISxdDZ2wkhZThU3en4oKrUBPB-OeGgdjgo-AdH8rTL4TF2a6ssyA00kZBjL6-UKeTd28STvQCx9IEUX82uAlseM1Kzif" width="240" /></a></div>__________________<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgFd4PrHzNbLKJNHdJ_fXnbGin-MRB5T0-vZznqnkNRjyYKFDPGbuiE7nGiDITUYOGiPYoUNQKfc3emno_ONzvVsw7333ciyU3P19vyzsltfHvdj9R1T7UZKyabQbrGZy1zQOkM8OoIEfPbj7GhalH6sUZRT_oGD48V4eyDEdtJniY_FJWIKsEeGK1E7Ez0" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgFd4PrHzNbLKJNHdJ_fXnbGin-MRB5T0-vZznqnkNRjyYKFDPGbuiE7nGiDITUYOGiPYoUNQKfc3emno_ONzvVsw7333ciyU3P19vyzsltfHvdj9R1T7UZKyabQbrGZy1zQOkM8OoIEfPbj7GhalH6sUZRT_oGD48V4eyDEdtJniY_FJWIKsEeGK1E7Ez0=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><b>Secrets 01</b> <p></p><p>Detective Segreto slips out of the station before his partner can join
him. He switches off his phone and heads to his car.
Danuta Szymańska was a mystery he had to know more about. He drives out
of the city and into the more rural countryside. </p><p>He slams the car to a
stop before hitting a bunch of sheep. Waiting, he thinks through the
landscape of the cases.
The symbols. A dead woman's prints at the scene of the crime. Bruni
being a dirty cop. </p><p>He chuckles to himself and mutters, "Mmm...bet she's a
really dirty cop. This little---" </p><p>The car behind him beeps and he drives on. </p><p>_______ </p><p>The house isn't anything special. Just the opposite. It almost looks
like it's trying hard to blend in with the landscape. </p><p>Segreto moves through the small gate and up to the front door. He bangs
on it with his fist and waits. </p><p>"What? Who is it?" The voice sounds old. An old woman? An accent. </p><p>"This is Detective Marco Segreto. Can I have a word with you about
Danuta Szymańska?" </p><p> "She's not here." </p><p> "Please, open the door."
There is a silence, then the sound of locks being disengaged, then the
door opens slowly.</p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg-MaQmMdTJC3_Limh8r7QFwiiImgt7FenrD5tAx5t-d_fhgGAW0vaRIaR05oDejygRjZrCu4vPfrqdif0rDS-DLaCv1mR-XPmY95I_De0wmO5htxQWVjKLxSorW-w6zsG4P5sgwuVZXyEN_XqpZUo6d8GxO_-EL66aKr9XajMhQtljE1Vr06S1fu_nZleB" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg-MaQmMdTJC3_Limh8r7QFwiiImgt7FenrD5tAx5t-d_fhgGAW0vaRIaR05oDejygRjZrCu4vPfrqdif0rDS-DLaCv1mR-XPmY95I_De0wmO5htxQWVjKLxSorW-w6zsG4P5sgwuVZXyEN_XqpZUo6d8GxO_-EL66aKr9XajMhQtljE1Vr06S1fu_nZleB" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p></p><p><b>Secrets 02</b> </p><p>Detective Segreto stares as the old woman opens the door. She looks like
a dried fig. Her skin is brown and wrinkles cascade over it. Her right
eye is gray with melted, scarred skin covering half of it, and the right
side of her face burned. He tries not to look shocked. </p><p>"Thank you. I wanted to speak to you about Danuta Szymańska. She lived
here, yes?"
T</p><p>he old woman smiles. </p><p>"Madame, I need you to answer my questions here, or we can go to the
station. I think you'd be more comfortable here." </p><p> "Do you?" Her tone is mocking. "The little man is drowning in a pond and
he doesn't even know it. Fighting for air." Her smile widens. </p><p>Detective Segreto feels himself getting angry and hot. "Would you mind
if I came in and looked around?" He looks over the small woman's head. </p><p>On the wall by the door there are symbols that look like the ones found
at the crime scenes. He reaches for his phone. "I just need to--" </p><p>"Leave. You need to leave...Detective Segreto. Before it's too late."
She grins. </p><p>Detective Segreto pinches the iPhone buttons several times taking photos
blind, then holds the phone up and takes a few more before the old
woman slams the door. </p><p>He pulls at his shirt and makes his way back to
the car. </p><p>The heat he felt seemed...wrong. </p><p> He checks the photos he took. </p><p>He mutters, "Old woman tit - great.
Wrinkled...hand? Chin...with hairs...lovely..." He starts to cool down a
bit. "Bingo! A bit of the wall....another bit...." </p><p>He was so focused on the wall that he didn’t notice the tall human
shadow in the background of the photo.<br /> </p><p>_____________________</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg3ZnrILMJqj1LKqEyyWUM6jevkXY1EqgVnmu0VMbUjPezvpmUyQs5Or02swiBaYFrvTPervAXBN7U4UO6UtlVYWQ_6KcaXd_p_aFnG1AaeiEnBhRDSnFAuHyMUC_WMXkt0uM3-kq1hAF8P29o258cln3OFe7prmVj-CBKzhv-94K2Q-My2qnYIKNpQKkM5" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg3ZnrILMJqj1LKqEyyWUM6jevkXY1EqgVnmu0VMbUjPezvpmUyQs5Or02swiBaYFrvTPervAXBN7U4UO6UtlVYWQ_6KcaXd_p_aFnG1AaeiEnBhRDSnFAuHyMUC_WMXkt0uM3-kq1hAF8P29o258cln3OFe7prmVj-CBKzhv-94K2Q-My2qnYIKNpQKkM5=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p><b>Danuta Szymańska stares at the white haired woman</b> as she climbs into the
taxi and drives off. </p><p>Bad news. Good news.
The White Death. </p><p>Danuta was starting to wonder if Elke Giacomina was
earning her moniker by being death for everyone around her. Her little
redhead minion Isabella failed miserably with her task. Bad news for
Isabella, but good news for Danuta. One less witch to share the wealth.
The handsy Spanish guy, too. Bumbler. It was like watching children
play spy. </p><p>"Poor little Isabella and her bullshit mind games and elemental spells.
Especially trying to use them on the likes of those two...detectives?
Agents? Whatever the hell." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgETY0VouYbPyY7IAF7RtKyj3ZB3-OcZfjyMcFTp2tQAvHtRYYLVNlujMZVYnpVO3tPLCvgZIQLlJ2NV-dcUeagWQSyChmlAMTIGuHtB7C0WE9X7W87LicI91jjFnAb4GpvOUHDP0NOoanPMkA9lo0zjWgsXkhTswC4Pa9oOHbp0MP7dRg9iib_CFxL1lEJ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgETY0VouYbPyY7IAF7RtKyj3ZB3-OcZfjyMcFTp2tQAvHtRYYLVNlujMZVYnpVO3tPLCvgZIQLlJ2NV-dcUeagWQSyChmlAMTIGuHtB7C0WE9X7W87LicI91jjFnAb4GpvOUHDP0NOoanPMkA9lo0zjWgsXkhTswC4Pa9oOHbp0MP7dRg9iib_CFxL1lEJ=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Danuta picks up the ax Elke gave her. "Let's
just call them meat. What I wouldn't give to play some games with the
two of them. Smart and pretty little models. I bet I could work some
magic with them. Powerful sex magic." She laughs and eyes the ax
lovingly until Elke's words come back to her.
_________ </p><p>"Leave the Agents. I need you to focus on getting our police friends on
the inside organized. They've made it very difficult to get to her.
We're going to have to...think bigger, Danuta. And you are going to have
to curb your antics. Olivia's people are getting harder to find and we
need Bruni's contacts to assist us." Elke had left for the taxi after
that. </p><p>_________ </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh2srj-Lqko8jUc-mXbYHeLZ3O_Pk4CmSxPOjXAqmE_dmT61MI0PJLYpNO6UPRGqFfmsJolmojhF1u09JEu1OMeatLS47P5uFSBSX8NPosXw62TgNtXtvduXaqzHBFww8dHxirjg6KCf8iGAhqN6Zrlfr3v4f0ZcfrmFFNl9GOMSIW-EQrqDyOCPr2XGPbO" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh2srj-Lqko8jUc-mXbYHeLZ3O_Pk4CmSxPOjXAqmE_dmT61MI0PJLYpNO6UPRGqFfmsJolmojhF1u09JEu1OMeatLS47P5uFSBSX8NPosXw62TgNtXtvduXaqzHBFww8dHxirjg6KCf8iGAhqN6Zrlfr3v4f0ZcfrmFFNl9GOMSIW-EQrqDyOCPr2XGPbO" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p> "Bruni's contacts." Danuta snarls. "The only thing keeping her alive."
She slashes at the air with the ax. She smiles. She said leave the
agents, but that doesn't mean I can't pay a little visit to Vitale's
lovely wife." </p><p>Another slash at the air with the ax. <br />____________________</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjU9m7W_W6s5SXPS0xsfGrl6Lf8jMevmnhEbVh6-s4CFND6HL9z83pgdK0vHOP4Y1v4e5-4098d53Ks3_aAj4l2NoRK11lUzEX72xIW1TAlDLFFhfyh5BiQ9tSPhJgpHqhekav2ERSGuBgj7fXKkeOiPVhhf2gLF_sfM1pqBxZOV9ZnudC8K_P3d42lL1Sb" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjU9m7W_W6s5SXPS0xsfGrl6Lf8jMevmnhEbVh6-s4CFND6HL9z83pgdK0vHOP4Y1v4e5-4098d53Ks3_aAj4l2NoRK11lUzEX72xIW1TAlDLFFhfyh5BiQ9tSPhJgpHqhekav2ERSGuBgj7fXKkeOiPVhhf2gLF_sfM1pqBxZOV9ZnudC8K_P3d42lL1Sb=w640-h640" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><b>Elke Giacomina addresses the small group before her.</b> She is happy to be
holding court again. </p><p>The assembled group is primarily female, but male witches are also
present. She has no bias. </p><p>A pale woman calls out, "How many of the b!tche’s locks are left, Morte
Bianca? How may we help to free you?" </p><p>Elke sighs. "Sadly, we are not sure about the number. Isabella -rest
well - thought that only five remained. However our detained ally had a
source that put the number at seven or eight." </p><p>Murmurs of hate echoed around the small room as the twelve or so people
talked among themselves. </p><p>"However," Elke continued, "we may have revised numbers once we free her
from her police detainers. Once she is able to meet with her contacts
again." </p><p>Danuta Szymańska stays close, acting as Elke's bodyguard. Her eyes scan
the group. </p><p>Another woman stands. "And...who's to say that the number isn't higher?
And....what will you do once the locks are gone? Leave us to our own
devices while you go to face this Olivia Moore? Our Coven is small. We
are trying to grow again. If this is your plan, perhaps picking a new
High Priestess to lead us?" </p><p>Danuta moves forward wearing the mask she loves. The Spectre. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEifMnQprjY-o9-TJVG60FAChGr2FIsP6BKHxvQLF5HG_X8aG6wsnOSBwnF5jh_tHk0u9DfCXxAXN8ztvs0P3Pqt-nsp7hTJ1S1eNUX5QiPZpEUn4d1hkikgHFZb8sSVX298dIoFqK0krZFJuwc23ZFLLB3yyZNiXqtLQsqIaw3nxn3g8ZJFv6CgLs5a9ZyW" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEifMnQprjY-o9-TJVG60FAChGr2FIsP6BKHxvQLF5HG_X8aG6wsnOSBwnF5jh_tHk0u9DfCXxAXN8ztvs0P3Pqt-nsp7hTJ1S1eNUX5QiPZpEUn4d1hkikgHFZb8sSVX298dIoFqK0krZFJuwc23ZFLLB3yyZNiXqtLQsqIaw3nxn3g8ZJFv6CgLs5a9ZyW=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Elke stands. "And...perhaps you are that leader? Perhaps you feel...that
you can best me? Bring us further than I have? Return from the
flames...as I have?" She stares at the woman. "Perhaps we should see if
you, too, can return from being burned alive...as I have?" </p><p>The woman drops to the floor - prostate. </p><p>"Morte Bianca....I beg your
forgiveness. I didn't mean to--" The woman's tongue goes numb in her
mouth. </p><p>"Shhhhh......" Elke stares at the group. <br />__________________</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhi_vRX3zRlO2Bt6Dd5RAexm8NqB2IigV6XjjpEaXQFr8z8n0nZFvJxx3oesQp3y7zdRqSrKnskMJL_c14hZ3GFkekH5k9JVHKGiTi3P37B8HXskTMeCPpHeZusBTkQgwFmMVwcsmnMuBQ0qKxP0ImH3IEH2rBRxZW4jgq7gydD3UV0OQdLefF45bC512B4" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="970" data-original-width="970" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhi_vRX3zRlO2Bt6Dd5RAexm8NqB2IigV6XjjpEaXQFr8z8n0nZFvJxx3oesQp3y7zdRqSrKnskMJL_c14hZ3GFkekH5k9JVHKGiTi3P37B8HXskTMeCPpHeZusBTkQgwFmMVwcsmnMuBQ0qKxP0ImH3IEH2rBRxZW4jgq7gydD3UV0OQdLefF45bC512B4=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p><b>Angela moves down the busy street and heads down a small street </b>towards
Madame Rosetti's home. </p><p>When she rounds the corner, she sees that another
client is already there, so she stops and leans against the wall to
give them some space. </p><p>"Here to see the witch?" </p><p>Angela is startled by the voice that comes from behind her. She turns
and sees a tall blonde standing there smiling. </p><p>"Witch?" </p><p>The blonde grins. "Madame Rosetti. The witch. The one with all the
shitty love charms and bad advice." She chuckles. "You don't look like
you need love charms, so you must be here for the bad advice." </p><p>Angela doesn't like this big blonde or her smile. "Excuse me," she
mutters as she makes her way back out to the busy main street. </p><p>"I hope Angelo and those two hot officers have as much good street sense
as you do, Angela!" Danuta Szymańska smiles. </p><p>Angela turns, but the woman is gone. But...where? There isn't a spot to
go between her and Madame Rosetti. </p><p>The woman just...vanished into thin
air.
</p>malcoJOJOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12362522805988503279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8386728540021864055.post-73279510243373768042024-03-04T14:50:00.000-08:002024-03-06T11:16:28.669-08:00The Italy Crossover - 2022 - PART 04<p> The Italy Crossover - 2022 - PART 03</p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGOz9-sDomx-CuTDHfsXR6GNxBS066scyROOxSPtR6y9MukxusRVpN6ZIVMGdcdS7bZAZMxThqwosjp8qCocQlxzHsM7hsSHzi0q5nao-7AfZDDSYC8veKWQoTwBfYk6-i7JO9S-XQs0p3c-6x8rKUZ67bVXa45sLilN3zeYwu2ivIQLpReRon_crbJheO/s1730/Screenshot%202024-03-04%20at%202.45.29%20PM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1730" data-original-width="1712" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGOz9-sDomx-CuTDHfsXR6GNxBS066scyROOxSPtR6y9MukxusRVpN6ZIVMGdcdS7bZAZMxThqwosjp8qCocQlxzHsM7hsSHzi0q5nao-7AfZDDSYC8veKWQoTwBfYk6-i7JO9S-XQs0p3c-6x8rKUZ67bVXa45sLilN3zeYwu2ivIQLpReRon_crbJheO/s320/Screenshot%202024-03-04%20at%202.45.29%20PM.png" width="317" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie4ODcORcFwSf5huwgNanznW0UUm3fY0Wb9lfnpEmELvE6fQ1Ec9d7ZzQb-rQsWCtD21OFMH4FLeoJY3NiEeRVcmqB5ST6VKbm9G2PJwRP2nMSarE3YgDkpB9NseHt7xh6RAZ6ArDcserwIOFPSi-lXztPGg-UW_zcp_96kBzmLDELyfcP0FB01dZag74b/s1776/Screenshot%202024-03-04%20at%202.47.18%20PM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1776" data-original-width="1652" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie4ODcORcFwSf5huwgNanznW0UUm3fY0Wb9lfnpEmELvE6fQ1Ec9d7ZzQb-rQsWCtD21OFMH4FLeoJY3NiEeRVcmqB5ST6VKbm9G2PJwRP2nMSarE3YgDkpB9NseHt7xh6RAZ6ArDcserwIOFPSi-lXztPGg-UW_zcp_96kBzmLDELyfcP0FB01dZag74b/w373-h400/Screenshot%202024-03-04%20at%202.47.18%20PM.png" width="373" /></a></div><br /></div><p></p><p>We got it! Andreea sounds self confident and turns laptop's screen to Tomas. She had found surveillance tapes showing detective Bruni arguing with Danielle Villanueva and turning aggressive on the way<br /><br />Tomas nods.<br />– There’s the connection.<br />– There’s more to it, Andreea’s face turns to stone. – We got the other one too. Plus new victim.<br /><br />She plays the other tape showing very tall blonde woman in action. What a monster. Tomas eyes narrow.<br />– This is the woman the witness saw with Villanueva's and leaving construction site just before witness’s corpse was found. He pics up the burner phone they used to contact Vitale.<br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOwto_qjhqDSqIRPYB28HzRRP2XSGg6wYcGJxwakNJDLAQsyJbhsyS-7IaCm6O-gXE-8MJYWMyTttY9hZ73KieVj8e_LJfnQo8iFzFei-En1W3NQfkoAuXpt51ZT8JkKFuzRrfvFqdBM4RsT1DDqVGoHE9h8wYCi1OHRs2C3bJYwODZ8w_6kc-351LFUVX/s1782/Screenshot%202024-03-04%20at%202.47.28%20PM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1782" data-original-width="1660" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOwto_qjhqDSqIRPYB28HzRRP2XSGg6wYcGJxwakNJDLAQsyJbhsyS-7IaCm6O-gXE-8MJYWMyTttY9hZ73KieVj8e_LJfnQo8iFzFei-En1W3NQfkoAuXpt51ZT8JkKFuzRrfvFqdBM4RsT1DDqVGoHE9h8wYCi1OHRs2C3bJYwODZ8w_6kc-351LFUVX/s320/Screenshot%202024-03-04%20at%202.47.28%20PM.png" width="298" /></a><br /></p><p>– I’m calling them to arrest Bruni and inform we found the accomplice to murders with heavy evidence.<br />Andreea nods.<br />– I’ll make sure they get the information we found. I’ll gather the evidence and I'm going to Villanueva’s to find that poor victim we saw on tapes before anyone can tamper with the new scene.<br />- See you there. I'll follow you shortly.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxIZVzZ0wHJBjvtvI9AmHlnJn8Dja3eACYJGzd1SiA9r1yQmkF0B6h_E_PIm_qQ9EyyoGqD4Y2LMJ3kAW9uTKSugkT7INbrvqEWoFDnFTfkxcy_rvMhpCpAcgSxmJVrZCt2-QRIjQyXWhhTE0TQgoZSIKOclUInYsqrE3zR24LIyhY4YgPt97pYlDESMTD/s1762/Screenshot%202024-03-04%20at%202.47.39%20PM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1762" data-original-width="1760" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxIZVzZ0wHJBjvtvI9AmHlnJn8Dja3eACYJGzd1SiA9r1yQmkF0B6h_E_PIm_qQ9EyyoGqD4Y2LMJ3kAW9uTKSugkT7INbrvqEWoFDnFTfkxcy_rvMhpCpAcgSxmJVrZCt2-QRIjQyXWhhTE0TQgoZSIKOclUInYsqrE3zR24LIyhY4YgPt97pYlDESMTD/w640-h640/Screenshot%202024-03-04%20at%202.47.39%20PM.png" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p> </p><p>________________</p><p> </p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs6FeQ6xfzvxmP1Rytp96M_5nWHRULaMxW5x8GVgyD1ICIyw6-XNdzb5XdQIc6ELPXJqhn55_Dwx4_NMw4Ig2h5_dE6k_6AJ4GzYBM9wqFspnI-ev4EZkGLYrJWz175edVKy-4QEzKqUwLJjrGElZ9-Crs73T3TWkbIzbx8R-biM7_RYaXE5uL05grijUX/s1440/285741714_179905007721839_4213656883707636118_n_17935414025297148.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs6FeQ6xfzvxmP1Rytp96M_5nWHRULaMxW5x8GVgyD1ICIyw6-XNdzb5XdQIc6ELPXJqhn55_Dwx4_NMw4Ig2h5_dE6k_6AJ4GzYBM9wqFspnI-ev4EZkGLYrJWz175edVKy-4QEzKqUwLJjrGElZ9-Crs73T3TWkbIzbx8R-biM7_RYaXE5uL05grijUX/w640-h640/285741714_179905007721839_4213656883707636118_n_17935414025297148.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><b>Elke Giacomina and Danuta Szymańska casually stroll </b>out onto the
walkway, their business done. They move away from the building, then
Danuta stops and turns to Elke. <p></p><p>"How many more of these...lock tethers....has the Moore woman set in
place for you?" </p><p>Elke turns and looks up at the building they just left. She hesitates,
not wanting to divulge too much information to Danuta. Trust is
something she has little of anymore. </p><p> "Oh, there are several more, but
they can't stay hidden away for long. Olivia is so very talented with
her spells and casting, but I'm sure news of the deaths here has already
reached her. These Gatekeepers are going to be harder to find." </p><p>"Lovely," Danuta huffs. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxeN4x2iNaK-i_fjQQXQnmuEks2WFbRBw5z6sbF3S0fdzhv8M2gKFSAfXXw1o_ibTTZ5QdVX6Q-UsMA7MNZ1i780Iee-M9A9BajEW2SlBdQsbw9rfdnsr-jHGEGBN0koC-aPeY_50TVXnFdkX1T44_VRDOk0U1d5GuvYiBnRuK1h-P8YFr145IXWkNdFsH/s1440/285102845_339830918294498_5562542878957304273_n_18044106973315366.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxeN4x2iNaK-i_fjQQXQnmuEks2WFbRBw5z6sbF3S0fdzhv8M2gKFSAfXXw1o_ibTTZ5QdVX6Q-UsMA7MNZ1i780Iee-M9A9BajEW2SlBdQsbw9rfdnsr-jHGEGBN0koC-aPeY_50TVXnFdkX1T44_VRDOk0U1d5GuvYiBnRuK1h-P8YFr145IXWkNdFsH/s320/285102845_339830918294498_5562542878957304273_n_18044106973315366.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> <p></p><p>Elke looks up at the man hanging out of the window of the building they
left. </p><p>Nude, eyes removed, arms and legs bound at wrong angles, the special
symbols to break Olivia's tether carved into his chest and back, and
dangling from his genitals via an electrical cord. </p><p>As each of the
guardians Olivia had in place is dispatched, Elke feels a bit more free.
Feels her powers getting stronger, but still has to use more power to
keep herself healing. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiak_VBMUI8UKMUiihvHQZymbf-jwcacM10JVWJOUtsiLBBlJgiC3C9tVUWJHsapeFSrLWQp7KNaOZVikYUFQEGuQGHBLPZo_gPp7ZzLbOsbwxsfmqCHpch2KbyTvqvBM61RGBR85heg0h17vdwDjLFugbhv5vsOHnb9TwDePLEm6_a3pforlqgv_DcdND4/s1440/285053589_387095280119911_4393437483939821226_n_18298644907039385.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiak_VBMUI8UKMUiihvHQZymbf-jwcacM10JVWJOUtsiLBBlJgiC3C9tVUWJHsapeFSrLWQp7KNaOZVikYUFQEGuQGHBLPZo_gPp7ZzLbOsbwxsfmqCHpch2KbyTvqvBM61RGBR85heg0h17vdwDjLFugbhv5vsOHnb9TwDePLEm6_a3pforlqgv_DcdND4/s320/285053589_387095280119911_4393437483939821226_n_18298644907039385.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> <p></p><p>"I do have to say, you do amazing work, Miss Szymańska. Small works of
art you create. It's quite spectacular." </p><p>Danuta nods. "I take pride in my work." </p><p>_____________</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <p></p><p>"Come in."
Detective Bruni walks into Vitale's office and leans against the wall. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhna3nsYKE2E02obMl3Ga4gdaKxW08B_-hTK7dxuJHRLBSTFbGgzCaIHYAJQ1VimdWue_J4U-J-AlIq5j2_GKHQY3YGvU4axCTBi36luJbENKcRZRfQ38E0s7gh_Q851e463WEtd5nvTpAmiVpbIHo0gnLx27bso4_mMkk96CP981QbS2Vhse5kN-ZelTto/s1440/285854621_179924527717471_2112491530935680604_n_18142294060254764.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhna3nsYKE2E02obMl3Ga4gdaKxW08B_-hTK7dxuJHRLBSTFbGgzCaIHYAJQ1VimdWue_J4U-J-AlIq5j2_GKHQY3YGvU4axCTBi36luJbENKcRZRfQ38E0s7gh_Q851e463WEtd5nvTpAmiVpbIHo0gnLx27bso4_mMkk96CP981QbS2Vhse5kN-ZelTto/w400-h300/285854621_179924527717471_2112491530935680604_n_18142294060254764.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <p></p><p>"Angelo...what's happening?" She smiles sweetly. She holds her arms out.
"Don't love me anymore?" She laughs. "Come on, partner." </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieSZoiI-a3spbx_2FeOJ84rJGYTwSjiio4LeWPITxU5xkUmdy7NpC4OxPU00eT5uW537mxX4p-pGr-HHZRBhhJWHM8aj2WdjyFDRsldZfPj9kbZGY_Dj0YsIPZE0p9qLgkGv7u7cjyjM0AfxlfU-2FW2mOmVPEk5N8Eyh07XlJ5jJMiRg97JgwyZvR-4Sc/s1440/285323022_529533998656425_3694405703337248974_n_18039859885345283.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieSZoiI-a3spbx_2FeOJ84rJGYTwSjiio4LeWPITxU5xkUmdy7NpC4OxPU00eT5uW537mxX4p-pGr-HHZRBhhJWHM8aj2WdjyFDRsldZfPj9kbZGY_Dj0YsIPZE0p9qLgkGv7u7cjyjM0AfxlfU-2FW2mOmVPEk5N8Eyh07XlJ5jJMiRg97JgwyZvR-4Sc/s320/285323022_529533998656425_3694405703337248974_n_18039859885345283.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p>He returns the smile, but it doesn't reach his eyes. "Nothing's going
on. Just busy. Detective Segreto's been working on some new angles
and--" </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRLz_R8IXv3njQefVP4Kc5fSUFB47tmcI_Fw9osrSl_lmO_6q_Kgl3llbdzqpvj6oXMgbxdQ2-169qzDwDgFNHdp1zmPMwIBKu4apcEAERJ3jKTLyoHt36wYtIA1NeOssD8KXucvkX8HEx15ntghDeNPSuHmzS9CnifnTfJEh7s3VMuTi4Cj-LZlGHRO9L/s1440/285060997_678595509894440_5116198889744537595_n_18129870364281818.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRLz_R8IXv3njQefVP4Kc5fSUFB47tmcI_Fw9osrSl_lmO_6q_Kgl3llbdzqpvj6oXMgbxdQ2-169qzDwDgFNHdp1zmPMwIBKu4apcEAERJ3jKTLyoHt36wYtIA1NeOssD8KXucvkX8HEx15ntghDeNPSuHmzS9CnifnTfJEh7s3VMuTi4Cj-LZlGHRO9L/s320/285060997_678595509894440_5116198889744537595_n_18129870364281818.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>She slips up to him quickly and taps his chest. "AND THAT is what I'm
talking about, Angelo. You...palling around with that leering Segreto
working on shit I know NOTHING about?" <br /></p><p>Detective Vitale goes cold. "Like your interesting find at the
Villanueva residence?" </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBFq_kYSMwiU4IzYAAZ6iG_p6v8dFYnYnfGxpNAbMAB9WV-qhsbnni9Y6QPIQ3oE6ECCLlYQ2LrJAKEIxnABdh9NKZKpgYZmRPwalkJ0U7lSLUA1x6dQ8q_uZXx2XDAH1n7aKBa4oXwoCR3JNdTqf-ESUvV-mgyEDJ8DGbFVmaS9qOB35_FO_KLPIEisbF/s1440/285183791_155124537025726_8678971748124034951_n_17922877103287019.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBFq_kYSMwiU4IzYAAZ6iG_p6v8dFYnYnfGxpNAbMAB9WV-qhsbnni9Y6QPIQ3oE6ECCLlYQ2LrJAKEIxnABdh9NKZKpgYZmRPwalkJ0U7lSLUA1x6dQ8q_uZXx2XDAH1n7aKBa4oXwoCR3JNdTqf-ESUvV-mgyEDJ8DGbFVmaS9qOB35_FO_KLPIEisbF/s320/285183791_155124537025726_8678971748124034951_n_17922877103287019.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p>The two stare for a moment, then Chelsea sweeps around his desk. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYkkiqPhNz3GwOyfdySViESiphtJPui2gITAYGmNBpFsty_s0_V_N5lSsEstfGerIiQFMF4yJbsBVcGLzG4WUUvKbVunAzyWSvsK2PhzBDiYemwvVgjH2nuyJAnaawwIhJyYwS-EZAFRYcd-PpQn-YjAJ9ZVKf93eZkYOf6gJ49DUzynK-1m1_UoSawWT_/s1440/285756172_569579657859461_1978158208754163139_n_17914523042383693.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYkkiqPhNz3GwOyfdySViESiphtJPui2gITAYGmNBpFsty_s0_V_N5lSsEstfGerIiQFMF4yJbsBVcGLzG4WUUvKbVunAzyWSvsK2PhzBDiYemwvVgjH2nuyJAnaawwIhJyYwS-EZAFRYcd-PpQn-YjAJ9ZVKf93eZkYOf6gJ49DUzynK-1m1_UoSawWT_/s320/285756172_569579657859461_1978158208754163139_n_17914523042383693.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p>"So...what has the great Segreto found, hmmm?" She scans the papers on
his desk, but the only thing that stands out is a photo of Danuta. She
sighs. "Angelo...come on. We're good partners. We're good friends." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOD0VshjpjaRZqUIsVnYdcJMmcvHzfpAZPlZKm3IuxoIbylxQzleKnwDe5m6X9v46vui6qZACv8UG4g_uHkDDM-Lkb1COF93enIHJQC5_IYlPkcDL2fW_2v2qB3xhQFtAZEWrh_pa3ftOWEORfB_U_XheR8kzpvoGwx6F-PKwDnmCGx1tqBdkNQjQXXPN0/s1440/285397434_778811803475520_2882441345554336784_n_17865944891724585.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOD0VshjpjaRZqUIsVnYdcJMmcvHzfpAZPlZKm3IuxoIbylxQzleKnwDe5m6X9v46vui6qZACv8UG4g_uHkDDM-Lkb1COF93enIHJQC5_IYlPkcDL2fW_2v2qB3xhQFtAZEWrh_pa3ftOWEORfB_U_XheR8kzpvoGwx6F-PKwDnmCGx1tqBdkNQjQXXPN0/s320/285397434_778811803475520_2882441345554336784_n_17865944891724585.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></div><br /> <p></p><p>"Things change." </p><p>Chelsea curses under her breath and stomps out of the office. </p><p> Detective Vitale frowns, sad about the whole situation.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg41F-vbJfUgWwDYM9T9wk2JFz__6uxc-bZnSM_j-AjGvEOQ-ugT7VlnPMw2dUVmC_XhoHfpbktzpeLepZI_AOQIu8G5wIGu6AGBoMgw69bCD08l_jaL7etNSvEolH4VQoTM_fSePBVQjuYk9DAZMsvDFj_CnOrQvd8cL1DBGbrXy3hM2kOR7igNL7a_Cuk/s1440/285460608_345424911047416_90512447527534138_n_18242627965101490.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg41F-vbJfUgWwDYM9T9wk2JFz__6uxc-bZnSM_j-AjGvEOQ-ugT7VlnPMw2dUVmC_XhoHfpbktzpeLepZI_AOQIu8G5wIGu6AGBoMgw69bCD08l_jaL7etNSvEolH4VQoTM_fSePBVQjuYk9DAZMsvDFj_CnOrQvd8cL1DBGbrXy3hM2kOR7igNL7a_Cuk/s320/285460608_345424911047416_90512447527534138_n_18242627965101490.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p><br />______________<br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgSjnyoe82JDryFgtAjGDQOWyGLxSLO8Q1HfGjkO9THMqkbPEyqEB2mM-1Fb_i1p07luJSMC9EWzEPaPtqg-RiheMOXTZ6KSAeu9n7DHCtysW5sm6jJIYM-oBb1SwMh9AkijWiJn1qq2o1B69V6ByekbMbtCg9jLP4AZTBYlJ2w6X3XqNbtg5gvzsjKurzd" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgSjnyoe82JDryFgtAjGDQOWyGLxSLO8Q1HfGjkO9THMqkbPEyqEB2mM-1Fb_i1p07luJSMC9EWzEPaPtqg-RiheMOXTZ6KSAeu9n7DHCtysW5sm6jJIYM-oBb1SwMh9AkijWiJn1qq2o1B69V6ByekbMbtCg9jLP4AZTBYlJ2w6X3XqNbtg5gvzsjKurzd" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><b>Snare 01</b> <p></p><p> When the call came in there was a quiet surge of action in the office -
quiet and low among a select few. </p><p>Two figures entered the building from the garage level and were spirited
upstairs and into a conference room on the fourth floor. </p><p>Vitale and Segreto were brought in along with Sargent Petri - A Special
Task Force Officer with the Arma dei Carabinieri. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjAW6eCrNcQssCkO6QOlrH9dZLATClO-jxBVrcDBnpmB8X2eTk5ORaxjrpHrZ5pl8UBss2HV6rgkx6BRSfjaQa18vyc0xQODziYvf4EKe1I7mzIdrFPsm2sXYVG92GGN95l87XWbuHzMXH09MOfdUrW9KR5oozBf-_uFnXtruT-qywUCPQfZp2_gM_F8xMP" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1086" data-original-width="1440" height="302" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjAW6eCrNcQssCkO6QOlrH9dZLATClO-jxBVrcDBnpmB8X2eTk5ORaxjrpHrZ5pl8UBss2HV6rgkx6BRSfjaQa18vyc0xQODziYvf4EKe1I7mzIdrFPsm2sXYVG92GGN95l87XWbuHzMXH09MOfdUrW9KR5oozBf-_uFnXtruT-qywUCPQfZp2_gM_F8xMP=w400-h302" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>The briefing was short and to the point. The screen showed the
surveillance tapes found on Danielle Villanueva's laptop - Detective
Chelsea Bruni screaming at Villanueva in a hostile manner. </p><p>Together, they work with the two officers assigned to follow their
target - Detective Chelsea Bruni.</p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiGQmCJDw5V4-VqgCcUfUKef36Jd-mRpC5i-3hPH9bvuM8WAwAfkn_Gvfv9Faj2SYKY0L9SSqjq8zoz01nMB8CbVq_a3mzQmIP3Eyc9M-qrUfuaSn7SXmr7ZnMqijjSpi4CYx0G3lwAevvy9gLlM4DpTHAF75QDUzQyA_nRW0C425daEhtNskwS8uZS8Fgj" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiGQmCJDw5V4-VqgCcUfUKef36Jd-mRpC5i-3hPH9bvuM8WAwAfkn_Gvfv9Faj2SYKY0L9SSqjq8zoz01nMB8CbVq_a3mzQmIP3Eyc9M-qrUfuaSn7SXmr7ZnMqijjSpi4CYx0G3lwAevvy9gLlM4DpTHAF75QDUzQyA_nRW0C425daEhtNskwS8uZS8Fgj" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p> </p><p><b>Snare 02
</b> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjIJvsSTx5xKryTJFD6liO2sS-j_Q8nhRx6Gzt_7WGZaYeJXPP8iwijR6Z5H1gNLl0q5Esl_gY6i5wN0FY2hgPRzd6awm-rnf82i9oJtZ8aSvYQLJ6mmakFtPgxEYn2u5lhe_U-8KYtCcgQWRvgvHlNuNbzrktM27-j4Crp974AeeBait-a1zclZtZlqajB" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjIJvsSTx5xKryTJFD6liO2sS-j_Q8nhRx6Gzt_7WGZaYeJXPP8iwijR6Z5H1gNLl0q5Esl_gY6i5wN0FY2hgPRzd6awm-rnf82i9oJtZ8aSvYQLJ6mmakFtPgxEYn2u5lhe_U-8KYtCcgQWRvgvHlNuNbzrktM27-j4Crp974AeeBait-a1zclZtZlqajB" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Chelsea grinds her teeth and moves back to the office garage quickly.
The two blockheads following her were ridiculous. She stops when she
sees her car - the massive yellow wheel lock clamped onto the Fiat's
tire. </p><p>"F^CK...." she growls as she turns to head in the other direction. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj1PxdOAj0xrDgY8Y2kYCiFm7_6gEA43IZAup3Hgdm9e8B9BLEdMq1S7ox1FvtOy0L7m8HIUfQcdVkIqmlvXmzM6RMCmdhKggPI7Z0hECuhkSAi3hnQ_WzMoJBuc8uPNdgyLEZWhSquyrpMFVjKtrardk3ezggVB6Iyn7_Mb9q_0JNYlhpPFUlsfbI-WPKP" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj1PxdOAj0xrDgY8Y2kYCiFm7_6gEA43IZAup3Hgdm9e8B9BLEdMq1S7ox1FvtOy0L7m8HIUfQcdVkIqmlvXmzM6RMCmdhKggPI7Z0hECuhkSAi3hnQ_WzMoJBuc8uPNdgyLEZWhSquyrpMFVjKtrardk3ezggVB6Iyn7_Mb9q_0JNYlhpPFUlsfbI-WPKP=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj1c9EO-h-JupRjGu0OaNkYNLGzszV_pl7kEZQM9d3dx3XvTFcqRSheECZFxdFN_REXUiCdUF2UTregD6sS3oRYiYWauUw-lhKmgH9N3mR5XYr-5djUXAeHTrdiEm1jIsK5LrgWAPnTnvx-V7AL2zdRDczhY5safHoj7hgcSYe7UiLrAtbNTnRxsZeH-LQ4" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj1c9EO-h-JupRjGu0OaNkYNLGzszV_pl7kEZQM9d3dx3XvTFcqRSheECZFxdFN_REXUiCdUF2UTregD6sS3oRYiYWauUw-lhKmgH9N3mR5XYr-5djUXAeHTrdiEm1jIsK5LrgWAPnTnvx-V7AL2zdRDczhY5safHoj7hgcSYe7UiLrAtbNTnRxsZeH-LQ4" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Vitale, Segreto, and Petri walk towards her. </p><p>"Detective Chelsea Bruni - you are under arrest for suspicion--" </p><p>Vitale
doesn't get a chance to finish.
Chelsea makes a run for it, moving down the alley to her right making a
break for the back. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgorZO-CtsObeKbJvykijfp5maLm1CdFSc9y1CasYPgrjK6IEKt5bhsOQuLE7s8TdY4OMz8Nd6Xmc0-yi05Eo03VbacKPLC001YoQDhy7CGeJ68BDJH8mPaJt6B9G3kj11ulZ0CQ_AWf6PDcov22jq0VY191TsTdf-mNjq3bofsA72b1Nq0CfxGn3XPxNcI" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="583" data-original-width="772" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgorZO-CtsObeKbJvykijfp5maLm1CdFSc9y1CasYPgrjK6IEKt5bhsOQuLE7s8TdY4OMz8Nd6Xmc0-yi05Eo03VbacKPLC001YoQDhy7CGeJ68BDJH8mPaJt6B9G3kj11ulZ0CQ_AWf6PDcov22jq0VY191TsTdf-mNjq3bofsA72b1Nq0CfxGn3XPxNcI" width="318" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Tomas stands in the path hand raised. "Detective Bruni..." </p><p>Chelsea screams with rage as she slips and scampers back to her feet.
She hops the wall and back the other way, but the other one is there. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg2tOEw-YUxYo4X-dmkDwcRo_HHvuakz_Mullc4m9_7C3Vsb5Fs5Kft-BEo09AmGonzJQ8OvIY7Gu5q_pnWZPVmmNxchg4U4ursrLHP6zZ4QOrmpUVfCSn-4SyQzCNMLz0amiktvcUBFoaXIrQhz0dLAXYooBLXlYO2nTsXVtoHVA8HU345Sy9GIOHMabYx" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="583" data-original-width="772" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg2tOEw-YUxYo4X-dmkDwcRo_HHvuakz_Mullc4m9_7C3Vsb5Fs5Kft-BEo09AmGonzJQ8OvIY7Gu5q_pnWZPVmmNxchg4U4ursrLHP6zZ4QOrmpUVfCSn-4SyQzCNMLz0amiktvcUBFoaXIrQhz0dLAXYooBLXlYO2nTsXVtoHVA8HU345Sy9GIOHMabYx" width="318" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Andreea raises her arms. "There's nowhere to go, Detective Bruni."
Andreea watches the woman turn and head back in the same direction she
started. She looks at Tomas and motions to her neck. </p><p>Bruni was caught in
the snare. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjZQNiLmhBE2cwz484XO-dAJb2ywPgZEVsBHJNqx5EAsd66P8aEl84WpqNs4bhy_L1LSCOa84S66QG-EMW4OHtNU1tyOV2aHFeObuMm7mkIdCSmu6h0OtHEjR_YRqIZA9XDXfUHK_WEv_YDDo03yth5KADAS3OLqzxr4Joj4A4ooavsthFgF6SdEowshRuv" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1086" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjZQNiLmhBE2cwz484XO-dAJb2ywPgZEVsBHJNqx5EAsd66P8aEl84WpqNs4bhy_L1LSCOa84S66QG-EMW4OHtNU1tyOV2aHFeObuMm7mkIdCSmu6h0OtHEjR_YRqIZA9XDXfUHK_WEv_YDDo03yth5KADAS3OLqzxr4Joj4A4ooavsthFgF6SdEowshRuv" width="318" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Chelsea Bruni tries to get around Vitale and twists her ankle. She
crashes to her knee. </p><p>Vitale snags Bruni's arm. </p><p>"CHELSEA! Enough!" </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi4k5ZXOdADVKh-QJyUbCB2uUktW_UeC822poPyL1JojjkjGOu1-yC8wbwQL5nMSMdspYf9_0Wp20J283iybrNtlV4883qF_V2hJrU_bWIuPiV-oRx69bARGzoSwRmyDhB-JD9bbnHoDnfsDcvV1DpiEuBwVbXsStEwElChugwxTHNcSa1m9AehsAdJ_1bu" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1086" data-original-width="1440" height="483" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi4k5ZXOdADVKh-QJyUbCB2uUktW_UeC822poPyL1JojjkjGOu1-yC8wbwQL5nMSMdspYf9_0Wp20J283iybrNtlV4883qF_V2hJrU_bWIuPiV-oRx69bARGzoSwRmyDhB-JD9bbnHoDnfsDcvV1DpiEuBwVbXsStEwElChugwxTHNcSa1m9AehsAdJ_1bu=w640-h483" width="640" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiBGz6zy81B8Sx4f_yOdIxOCIV5ynC849RfdHW8WI-INr6wSjTYiMQ2X0Qq2GVKqTWjn1-DclSI4S8Md-kyHHwj6vNidBRZLDe2e27NBBlxYg0c17vgyCaO4sCY8GmXi6uiTw_NBFkjKEl1Rw_YMLk2F2QuLLXnotzGFRoKxXvng5BKOe00FoiYEj53-kbf" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1086" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiBGz6zy81B8Sx4f_yOdIxOCIV5ynC849RfdHW8WI-INr6wSjTYiMQ2X0Qq2GVKqTWjn1-DclSI4S8Md-kyHHwj6vNidBRZLDe2e27NBBlxYg0c17vgyCaO4sCY8GmXi6uiTw_NBFkjKEl1Rw_YMLk2F2QuLLXnotzGFRoKxXvng5BKOe00FoiYEj53-kbf" width="318" /></a></div></div><br /> <p></p><p>Segreto and Petri close in around her as Detective Vitale slips the
cuffs around her wrists. </p><p> –––––––––––––––––</p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg4lr9vzATFH48GW5idOm4ahIdqVBgVWs-yULAKZfm4gWnip-x5hszYRqkAbmm6mDopZkL1WR1roDfaSdOdq9cNMdVnG6IeGZWRtpUp4QyJLxyMkdYlNOdZXq22gvCVILvtKJ2-RNkz4eVL3iJhd2QD19Sig_n0lTVanGnQzAO0jSUvWKghh2St3QWq_PeG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg4lr9vzATFH48GW5idOm4ahIdqVBgVWs-yULAKZfm4gWnip-x5hszYRqkAbmm6mDopZkL1WR1roDfaSdOdq9cNMdVnG6IeGZWRtpUp4QyJLxyMkdYlNOdZXq22gvCVILvtKJ2-RNkz4eVL3iJhd2QD19Sig_n0lTVanGnQzAO0jSUvWKghh2St3QWq_PeG=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><b>Vitale pours himself another glass of whiskey and sat in the half light.
</b> He glances at his phone. </p><p>3:45am.
Hours. 16 to be exact. </p><p>It had been a long, horrible day.
Getting Bruni to the holding area - her cursing him the whole way until
Segreto offered to take over. He owed him something for that one. </p><p>Then there was turning in all of his files on her and going over them
with the people from Arma dei Carabinieri, Jansen, and Conti to make
sure they had what they needed for their time with her the next day. </p><p>Then....his questioning.
What did he know about his partner?
When had he suspected her of nefarious activity? Had he participated in
any way?
Another inspection of his gun...his office...his car. </p><p>Angela called him later telling him that they spent two hours at their
house searching there as well. </p><p>Detective Vitale lets out a sigh. Sometimes getting what you want is a
mixed blessing. </p><p>He pours himself another glass before heading to the cot and army
blanket. </p><p>________________________</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">_____________________</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhSoKQDqd5-958muiRM4xeLooEdyv1hpMgNUGAk9ld5_67QLKXGMvEBdTdgI3JnZ4_i0JTEqQnBTGJJ6TPXXKcwerYRoTNENYcLV9KJMwgFZ3oVJmBg2me502FdzB6ZkNQ8HP2OwzIsRsAK-EG2L7zJUOeILkv_q-dVl5n0cOKfUTWGpt_i_rCYq8vKDPNP" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhSoKQDqd5-958muiRM4xeLooEdyv1hpMgNUGAk9ld5_67QLKXGMvEBdTdgI3JnZ4_i0JTEqQnBTGJJ6TPXXKcwerYRoTNENYcLV9KJMwgFZ3oVJmBg2me502FdzB6ZkNQ8HP2OwzIsRsAK-EG2L7zJUOeILkv_q-dVl5n0cOKfUTWGpt_i_rCYq8vKDPNP=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b> Elke listens to the man reporting back to her from the police station. </b>Another wonderful investment of time, money, and magic. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"She
was VERY angry at Detective Vitale. Tried to knee him in the crotch,
but missed." The man laughs. "She's a spunky little thing, that
Detective Bruni." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"And where are they taking her?" Elke purrs. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The
man eyes Elke, lingering on her chest as she breathes. "Holding at the
moment. Those two special agents are going to have their turn with her
before she goes anywhere. She's in Saliera for now - the basement
holding section. Special restrictions. No visitors, food is triple
prepped to avoid potential poisoning - she's getting rockstar
treatment." Something pops into his mind. "There was another body found.
Not close, but with the same markings as--" </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Elke says, "Shhhhh...." and the man goes quiet. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The man's face goes calm and a dreamy look falls over it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Elke
looks at him and smiles. "Well you've done a fine job as usual, Il mio
piccolo segreto." She smiles. "You'll find that your account reflects my
pleasure with your service tomorrow. Keep me informed of any other news
about...Ms Bruni, hmmm?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgQ9DrlXxRYYYhhRkQfCctkvFT5rj7OjEnXWjeAx6aTY6v8uyNoS-aHXVanWL-95qRBK9fMamuqFdSe5xDk7YRl6Z20j9FtirgudcKDKC9KD46RGPIKzUpAYT-6GAFcJbAJzrQkr1PUSh1_RMYisMl0CcnjjJCBBBfimVmlSFEv3EwE5NqL5JJpsijfVYnG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgQ9DrlXxRYYYhhRkQfCctkvFT5rj7OjEnXWjeAx6aTY6v8uyNoS-aHXVanWL-95qRBK9fMamuqFdSe5xDk7YRl6Z20j9FtirgudcKDKC9KD46RGPIKzUpAYT-6GAFcJbAJzrQkr1PUSh1_RMYisMl0CcnjjJCBBBfimVmlSFEv3EwE5NqL5JJpsijfVYnG" width="240" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div>______________________ <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhs6MlsTYHiJKmskXvC-gXqe-TOs9xKpuKooLva0sooMk2n3QAIpPFAwFfr5E7Ybr_sd4gFFwSodohdon4MXb-ztOD8fLmd6vciH_1JmVH6M9Q26oT77Qh_1XyiUrDiPg36-eC8_yq2viSCOUfgnqWGQQyB0lQ8AI-mSrhbtOoo0MhG5DIqbPtz3vQl8jKu" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="1832" height="392" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhs6MlsTYHiJKmskXvC-gXqe-TOs9xKpuKooLva0sooMk2n3QAIpPFAwFfr5E7Ybr_sd4gFFwSodohdon4MXb-ztOD8fLmd6vciH_1JmVH6M9Q26oT77Qh_1XyiUrDiPg36-eC8_yq2viSCOUfgnqWGQQyB0lQ8AI-mSrhbtOoo0MhG5DIqbPtz3vQl8jKu=w400-h392" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p> <br />- I think we are almost done. Andreea nods when detective Bruni was caught and put under arrest. – This was so ugly case I want something to balance it.<br />– What would it be? Tomas smiles at her.<br />– Let’s go out to eat, have some drinks and continue tomorrow. Free night? I need to vent out a little before Bruni’s interrogation begins.<br />– I like this train of thought, Tomas nods. – It’s been rough case.<br />– Weird one too, Andreea sighs.<br /><br />– So, shall we?<br />– Oh no. What are you thinking. I’m not going to go out in my working clothes. I want to refresh a little! Andreea protests firmly.<br />– Quite surprising, Tomas points out.<br />– I’m a woman after all, Andreea shrugs. – If I can drop work mode for awhile I’m certainly going to do it. I can crawl week in a dirt but there's no way I'm going out looking like this!</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjHy56RW1pRVKFvusSCf3xyKGX2QHZ3ghapJq_5D---yvFuDnwiPQ5MUOuHfNhurXoz7Z0rhAJYkQMo5j5-3i02Kvu_5hcxuQUdL1dc6lKBR2NvXPSDtQ3IF0DRckrSiP2Apz10QhkP6kPRqGJbp1YTXcQrVQAEdwxQqpearjwulg8GLQe0RZGEch7NUO7c" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1770" data-original-width="1724" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjHy56RW1pRVKFvusSCf3xyKGX2QHZ3ghapJq_5D---yvFuDnwiPQ5MUOuHfNhurXoz7Z0rhAJYkQMo5j5-3i02Kvu_5hcxuQUdL1dc6lKBR2NvXPSDtQ3IF0DRckrSiP2Apz10QhkP6kPRqGJbp1YTXcQrVQAEdwxQqpearjwulg8GLQe0RZGEch7NUO7c" width="234" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><br />- You look lovely, Tomas looks at Andreea one hour later. – If it’s not too much to say.<br />– Thank you, she smiles. – Compliments are nice. So no. Wasn’t over the line. She says approvingly and turn around to show it all.<br />– Good. Tomas gives her a look over. She really looks amazing in her high heels. There’s certainly perks working in Italy – at least when you were leg oriented man.<br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgmcxb0RsZtnYivpBKNNoosh6xFeecRWQyt6zK885ObCqiH9eglY7mEVc2pMwqBf42RjtreoogmtokzYU2_X_k64Z4rVA-Ae4EzOEpljakj9cX03AeKOG749D8kqDfhhxVodLSccPvfYA7XF0E4uXjPQ86wqA1aRn3dGPyOxLjzfBrh1FSesnvwMWGd-rFd" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1802" data-original-width="1740" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgmcxb0RsZtnYivpBKNNoosh6xFeecRWQyt6zK885ObCqiH9eglY7mEVc2pMwqBf42RjtreoogmtokzYU2_X_k64Z4rVA-Ae4EzOEpljakj9cX03AeKOG749D8kqDfhhxVodLSccPvfYA7XF0E4uXjPQ86wqA1aRn3dGPyOxLjzfBrh1FSesnvwMWGd-rFd" width="232" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p>I like this place, Andreea looks around.<br />– It got very good reviews in tripadvisor, Tomas smiles to her. – You like prosecco? I sure could use a glass.<br />– Is there a woman who wouldn’t like sparkling wines? He gets almost flirty smile from Andreea.<br />– I know several, Tomas chuckles as they sit down to their table.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjYJbYOH_d_p3qwmhdJGnpRK_kc_C9lbzGzelrP3ObMOXL5N0VuzQQT1HdEie89rsv54317visDvP81GBMxyTGXztHyO7jCorIm4jj2ZIe2IUFSlvkJSLfFc-fi9csBVMeCStqj8agILJIbpmEAgliaA_UKOgC5InBIvf6pV1mgZOy0G-mzmYYxlC5jxu_i" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1728" data-original-width="1650" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjYJbYOH_d_p3qwmhdJGnpRK_kc_C9lbzGzelrP3ObMOXL5N0VuzQQT1HdEie89rsv54317visDvP81GBMxyTGXztHyO7jCorIm4jj2ZIe2IUFSlvkJSLfFc-fi9csBVMeCStqj8agILJIbpmEAgliaA_UKOgC5InBIvf6pV1mgZOy0G-mzmYYxlC5jxu_i=w382-h400" width="382" /></a></div><br /><br />– Hard to believe.<br />– That there’s women who don’t care for glass of bubbly or that I know several women? Tomas raises his eyebrow in playful way.<p></p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgWHZV7xaSMBQqoO2mJ9a6PB_T5K70lhx4KvhoPJaypznCH1ZB8ZgX901nnmzK6CulSBq5AWd2BqZgAWgiuQCKd-WIZpufF81z4Sg9a7Lkmkh584t2C8zKtcw-UWGMgiZUr7z-mdlA-xoX3cX9Fki8sdI3VnsGdS0vn19XaK4JsJ1gPlY2klZPs8pE-72GJ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1768" data-original-width="1652" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgWHZV7xaSMBQqoO2mJ9a6PB_T5K70lhx4KvhoPJaypznCH1ZB8ZgX901nnmzK6CulSBq5AWd2BqZgAWgiuQCKd-WIZpufF81z4Sg9a7Lkmkh584t2C8zKtcw-UWGMgiZUr7z-mdlA-xoX3cX9Fki8sdI3VnsGdS0vn19XaK4JsJ1gPlY2klZPs8pE-72GJ=w373-h400" width="373" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p></p><p><br />Andreea purses her lips and laughs out.<br />– Didn’t expect you to turn funny – or flirty!<br />– Does it trouble you? Tomas smirks.<br />– I guess this is a new side of you, She admits. – but no. I don’t mind, her voice goes velvety.<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg1sU5CW0EBHJLWDXmxvfeq2virX0dTpVGhkX2cuB-sv7Ggl9X2AroOX5NWUGk1UWOdhkEue6dzOT5viIs0TVyRgUFfe30Ifr5dpQSI0HY-kV6-p5aPUGbOlQ-KR2LKwHnsSYoGs1jZYdkXdBlURsPsEPUFYXK8dxD_GMPrJ5zVtCT4w9QyNSarTGJ3A86g" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1766" data-original-width="1694" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg1sU5CW0EBHJLWDXmxvfeq2virX0dTpVGhkX2cuB-sv7Ggl9X2AroOX5NWUGk1UWOdhkEue6dzOT5viIs0TVyRgUFfe30Ifr5dpQSI0HY-kV6-p5aPUGbOlQ-KR2LKwHnsSYoGs1jZYdkXdBlURsPsEPUFYXK8dxD_GMPrJ5zVtCT4w9QyNSarTGJ3A86g" width="230" /></a></div><br /><br />– Good. I’m in good spirits, Tomas says and nods to waiter bringing the menus.<br />– Me too. Feels good to get the case together.<br />– There’s no way that snake can slither out now, Tomas muses. – Let’s press the rest of it from her tomorrow.<br />– Agreed. But no more talking about work?<br />– No more of that. So. Prosecco?<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiD2rQpy5ecpZh56Me5nhdT_0v3QnT5nx26Ed52naSHTLus_9dPgdHnRJvl4nSC0fGwMXRDL26b_ndOyJfG1RhBM8LarekuBme6Mw1pM-LaYcPRh5iknbEpDsjtn95LUlkX4lysEWuhJyBTJ2TtDkPRnVClGrZFBqbhcH4ojcvcMUhIhoTklfFMaiaoN9g4" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1764" data-original-width="1736" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiD2rQpy5ecpZh56Me5nhdT_0v3QnT5nx26Ed52naSHTLus_9dPgdHnRJvl4nSC0fGwMXRDL26b_ndOyJfG1RhBM8LarekuBme6Mw1pM-LaYcPRh5iknbEpDsjtn95LUlkX4lysEWuhJyBTJ2TtDkPRnVClGrZFBqbhcH4ojcvcMUhIhoTklfFMaiaoN9g4=w393-h400" width="393" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiptDPt7DWBAeEsqQBIQ6cbOIYhmNmdJh-Jzn3td2kGn9sJuGiG0d6FdHTeD1_lppXouYcGAMt_LI3CdP49cQrfjvrX3KtpsdlY-DY7UW7XDIM8OQet6jOzOSsifmbSnVv3UGE8io9eNjeqCKZTUTY-afPkx18pJUbPOU7QmWyRSlEMmW96c6oXgLsp6fcu" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1754" data-original-width="1710" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiptDPt7DWBAeEsqQBIQ6cbOIYhmNmdJh-Jzn3td2kGn9sJuGiG0d6FdHTeD1_lppXouYcGAMt_LI3CdP49cQrfjvrX3KtpsdlY-DY7UW7XDIM8OQet6jOzOSsifmbSnVv3UGE8io9eNjeqCKZTUTY-afPkx18pJUbPOU7QmWyRSlEMmW96c6oXgLsp6fcu=w624-h640" width="624" /></a></div><br /><br />- I was wondering. You have anyone waiting you back at home? Tomas casually asks. Andreea’s brows knit together for a moment.<p></p><p><br />– Do you know what makes a good agent? She looks right to Tomas's eyes<br />– You are probably going to tell me.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjh7aCfvIv1fDd6xcmKDkwfp6FD9xbIo9MwhtClytf09eZv5gAh1IRQvlgnpZeG6hyPFOmKMP3016rNJ3CJs1PjWHmLuTLZyAEyqLcy9dicTRt1UgX1efZpAw-xoQoyGYCvStcj3gucfZ3tuLQNs4uMlIS-s4uVJySgHlpWVUi0yT560_l-wvSJU9Ba-YW9" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1814" data-original-width="1766" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjh7aCfvIv1fDd6xcmKDkwfp6FD9xbIo9MwhtClytf09eZv5gAh1IRQvlgnpZeG6hyPFOmKMP3016rNJ3CJs1PjWHmLuTLZyAEyqLcy9dicTRt1UgX1efZpAw-xoQoyGYCvStcj3gucfZ3tuLQNs4uMlIS-s4uVJySgHlpWVUi0yT560_l-wvSJU9Ba-YW9" width="234" /></a></div><br /><br />– I have nothing to loose. Nothing that could be used against me anymore. Nothing to make me scared of or fear for. I’m the one they put on high risk missions.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiVaeknMmeuz1cP0IyfqOcQD3yN-VM2HTURUW8tKSEjk2k3ljsqCOgxs2fjv1yKiMa2KrlLVy7-1DBW47jOcU-bD1C1Zh6DjT4hfmQ4pJ7bYGY2q2ptHh8aJw3rO2335MpsHxlqoySll80vLSI6mlgADIgbopxrnNiMbtdfIZYWl3g9tSQ2BSTrRAuCmpWy" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1784" data-original-width="1692" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiVaeknMmeuz1cP0IyfqOcQD3yN-VM2HTURUW8tKSEjk2k3ljsqCOgxs2fjv1yKiMa2KrlLVy7-1DBW47jOcU-bD1C1Zh6DjT4hfmQ4pJ7bYGY2q2ptHh8aJw3rO2335MpsHxlqoySll80vLSI6mlgADIgbopxrnNiMbtdfIZYWl3g9tSQ2BSTrRAuCmpWy" width="228" /></a></div><br /><br />– And yet you told me to fight for love. That’s contradiction. Tomas points his fork to Andreea’s direction.<br />– You are different.<br />– Are you saying I’m not good agent? Tomas challenges her.<br />– No. I didn’t mean it like that.<br />– So how did you mean it then?<br />– You still have a heart. You are a good man.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjg2dpD90gCmwVkDLgzev7wzu9R4mY7ZNXETYXNDJ2YZS493qvL_VczMqSA5rgoovCjv2v2faOuXALvif2kB5OB8q3OTT7UrHwbvx-k5YV0BYOODGOdW_m3M_tEGUI6yh96eiScqdGKUQmgjkJPUay15ubDk5K2lcCqNxPovJRM--PnpCN4KzWXUejJZUTf" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1774" data-original-width="1690" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjg2dpD90gCmwVkDLgzev7wzu9R4mY7ZNXETYXNDJ2YZS493qvL_VczMqSA5rgoovCjv2v2faOuXALvif2kB5OB8q3OTT7UrHwbvx-k5YV0BYOODGOdW_m3M_tEGUI6yh96eiScqdGKUQmgjkJPUay15ubDk5K2lcCqNxPovJRM--PnpCN4KzWXUejJZUTf" width="229" /></a></div><br /><br />– Andreea, Tomas sighs. – Don’t do this to yourself.<br />She doesn’t answer but just stares into nothingness.<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgiyBjEquatQe3661513QhgaG6M-sMBEaEeTTfZl9VCHdtrvJvgMK8wAwPbgz0KZbbn9VdwkwNwN5fasb6M5BBwdD4TCXC0wdLGdfFR68BnAo_RfvHmTDvEtTOCOF8tffBvDeP3xyMeR6X2mBcPyjz1IBYeUhXmPFLc82SXEvAFWieXFkofFLsK6Oq99Esc" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1768" data-original-width="1662" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgiyBjEquatQe3661513QhgaG6M-sMBEaEeTTfZl9VCHdtrvJvgMK8wAwPbgz0KZbbn9VdwkwNwN5fasb6M5BBwdD4TCXC0wdLGdfFR68BnAo_RfvHmTDvEtTOCOF8tffBvDeP3xyMeR6X2mBcPyjz1IBYeUhXmPFLc82SXEvAFWieXFkofFLsK6Oq99Esc" width="226" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p></p><p><br />– I understand you lost a lot, Tomas looks at her emphatically. – You are one of the most striking woman I know. Intelligent, capable, great team player and don’t you know how beautiful you are?</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEggRKkI5patx8a5GvQq-YuWNnUfmkqtH45Y-wXyVE8rHKPJRNTkKRjvn5Iq8CDncWFfhVFZJDxqtWHl3EE_qxjM4DSzBVu08vyUHv6dKLTooSKooUuFTTXGdxHEHbyf1EvUHp7CjkT-m697jEYDWc5cRmDNeiW02qktJFUTS6luvzw0j-Z8EjQvt25PPgKq" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1766" data-original-width="1768" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEggRKkI5patx8a5GvQq-YuWNnUfmkqtH45Y-wXyVE8rHKPJRNTkKRjvn5Iq8CDncWFfhVFZJDxqtWHl3EE_qxjM4DSzBVu08vyUHv6dKLTooSKooUuFTTXGdxHEHbyf1EvUHp7CjkT-m697jEYDWc5cRmDNeiW02qktJFUTS6luvzw0j-Z8EjQvt25PPgKq=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p><br />– I think that’s enough of that, Jansen. Andreea’s tone has a slight warning but she can’t hide she liked to hear those things.<br />– You can still have it all. Just saying<br /><br />Location @inborgovico_<br /><br />Food made by @atelier.tea.o.rama *</p><p><i><b>Note - This was a really cool scene. Aurora took the figures - table, food, and all - when she went out to eat and set them up on the table to shoot them! SUPER cool and the shots came out great! </b></i><br /><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhlBR_eshDZAZBnPD37xSfCh9vVD6d8kFhnvuZZYmvsuhOaBqTZP_Dw5VztYn2uBOqYLEO-iGL95XgBUyLJouyXNhCDJWhlo6Sg-MhFcDwch8Aaof8IiaZOfv88StNoThxmljD6tclytP-8HCPTlQedHqNSFDXSwiCUw35U7d1urZbaNrar4q_rpLel4G_2" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1784" data-original-width="1748" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhlBR_eshDZAZBnPD37xSfCh9vVD6d8kFhnvuZZYmvsuhOaBqTZP_Dw5VztYn2uBOqYLEO-iGL95XgBUyLJouyXNhCDJWhlo6Sg-MhFcDwch8Aaof8IiaZOfv88StNoThxmljD6tclytP-8HCPTlQedHqNSFDXSwiCUw35U7d1urZbaNrar4q_rpLel4G_2=w392-h400" width="392" /></a></div><p></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEguGsCzOUAB32-EushjKnLl22ra7BEe53inB_fOYlBafADbCJ7XlIGNyvS6T8INYro3nAF7e0G6ZnkyQ-PTLtWOIunkBa-NlAkhydZgebLJ-aSmqicTmvkouKb4ocqr7yaGvTNqhuyx888JEquJSJKxJ0r93euugTUFvzqdsHC_t09PJxAxgESRE45PBHh_" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1766" data-original-width="1740" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEguGsCzOUAB32-EushjKnLl22ra7BEe53inB_fOYlBafADbCJ7XlIGNyvS6T8INYro3nAF7e0G6ZnkyQ-PTLtWOIunkBa-NlAkhydZgebLJ-aSmqicTmvkouKb4ocqr7yaGvTNqhuyx888JEquJSJKxJ0r93euugTUFvzqdsHC_t09PJxAxgESRE45PBHh_" width="236" /></a><br /><br />Darling, wait! I think there’s a loose lash in my eye, Andreea coos and fishes for her pocket mirror. She opens it up and checks her face. – Soo much better. You know it feels so nasty if there’s lash turned to wrong way, she continues putting the mirror away and leans into Tomas side and runs her hand over his chest. It looks like they really are a couple and she wants some attention from her man.</p><p><br /></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><br /><br />– We have a shadow, she whispers. – Presumably same as before.<br />– I noticed too, Tomas fakes a smile and tugs a strand of hair behind Andreea's ear. It could look like a fond gesture but they are both very attentive, on high alert of their surroundings, getting ready of action.<br />– Single male in dark clothes. Just around the corner, Andreea fakes a smile too.<br />– Good work. Distract him. Keep those hips swinging, Tomas whispers and they continue walking.<br /><br />– I need to visit the snake exhibition. I’ll catch you later, Tomas says and turns from other corner.<br />– Eww, why couldn’t you use the restaurant’s restroom, Andreea wrinkles her nose up. – At least wash your hands before you touch me again, she shakes her head, talking to shadows Tomas disappeared to.<br />– It’s getting colder so I’m moving on! Please, hurry up!<br />She keeps her hips swaying when she walks along darkening alley. Drawing her shawl closer to her with movements that could be seen fragile or even little scared.</p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiU-y2PcFVV7onQBPVMx-fnM2UI_4wLWDDRQlrjs0NP_hrMmL9SxfzZGd-FfXbnveXoiDyWuUNYgYRXIeoeSzTh_sYCvMIfSz5qdCz7U02jCC5NYGy4YlV-G5qmIm1RN83N-kW2IV3SeB13-3yqijCmhW9UEYLhn_LtaugbOhOx3SIifE7UnH7SvNfC5NkK" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1766" data-original-width="1756" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiU-y2PcFVV7onQBPVMx-fnM2UI_4wLWDDRQlrjs0NP_hrMmL9SxfzZGd-FfXbnveXoiDyWuUNYgYRXIeoeSzTh_sYCvMIfSz5qdCz7U02jCC5NYGy4YlV-G5qmIm1RN83N-kW2IV3SeB13-3yqijCmhW9UEYLhn_LtaugbOhOx3SIifE7UnH7SvNfC5NkK=w398-h400" width="398" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiU-y2PcFVV7onQBPVMx-fnM2UI_4wLWDDRQlrjs0NP_hrMmL9SxfzZGd-FfXbnveXoiDyWuUNYgYRXIeoeSzTh_sYCvMIfSz5qdCz7U02jCC5NYGy4YlV-G5qmIm1RN83N-kW2IV3SeB13-3yqijCmhW9UEYLhn_LtaugbOhOx3SIifE7UnH7SvNfC5NkK" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEikFEBTUczfzEdkpGYnBuXpDr1Yb8IRneysuLp9ffdgqpxr7A0ddNVNHvY5m7YfzWqsYdhekuo1cLN3by-5QDGkb2ieXq8rHfAblCUcmpOP7TqXDDqmFXpMGSoiTH5_MFvIDQUrSvNQy0pr5hf44S7isUEzPlC6lFhwy_uvIzw4p8-zSssCHh-gMJGxlF_x" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1770" data-original-width="1620" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEikFEBTUczfzEdkpGYnBuXpDr1Yb8IRneysuLp9ffdgqpxr7A0ddNVNHvY5m7YfzWqsYdhekuo1cLN3by-5QDGkb2ieXq8rHfAblCUcmpOP7TqXDDqmFXpMGSoiTH5_MFvIDQUrSvNQy0pr5hf44S7isUEzPlC6lFhwy_uvIzw4p8-zSssCHh-gMJGxlF_x=w293-h320" width="293" /></a></div><br /></div><br /><p></p><p> Man in dark clothes emerged from the shadows. He stayed hidden but followed Andreea closely. Her high heeled long legs kept him watching little too long.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEglhT5gTcF2epJa_9cbvwmyLjnE95lf8hnBNqXEtyAWDZ_YoCdfnOXIBiellSA8OqVPcuQ1lUM3eGwu4jBuADdoRpIIk2MxP0JM3ZI2WDIi4OLXrCW4d0cUuomRxFwwlxrLVC24ENAT4EhPNfhkUNpPU4PFIlH3rWaSwsot97SD8Tsw4mJBBX5wrOXX-C1X" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1770" data-original-width="1674" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEglhT5gTcF2epJa_9cbvwmyLjnE95lf8hnBNqXEtyAWDZ_YoCdfnOXIBiellSA8OqVPcuQ1lUM3eGwu4jBuADdoRpIIk2MxP0JM3ZI2WDIi4OLXrCW4d0cUuomRxFwwlxrLVC24ENAT4EhPNfhkUNpPU4PFIlH3rWaSwsot97SD8Tsw4mJBBX5wrOXX-C1X" width="227" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><p><br />He was about to turn to look where did the other one went, when he felt barrel of gun pressing to the base of his skull. – Don’t move, Tomas growls. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiyovKSS0oCHIuFJeu5rfGCZbIw3pJuRpDeZAGmE0mSpYL2fTbIg12joo_rOpwcxbmrpW2XgjeZuyhcuEBjtwOaOZJFCqt2m0iv3mdL4DKQUnT5zOXeojKkeL_pem0tvig1LbSNbr4DJ5AbpyF3mwwAi3tq5NIITtIHTl_aCVEqBeYAncbjpkfW42Th2IPX" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiyovKSS0oCHIuFJeu5rfGCZbIw3pJuRpDeZAGmE0mSpYL2fTbIg12joo_rOpwcxbmrpW2XgjeZuyhcuEBjtwOaOZJFCqt2m0iv3mdL4DKQUnT5zOXeojKkeL_pem0tvig1LbSNbr4DJ5AbpyF3mwwAi3tq5NIITtIHTl_aCVEqBeYAncbjpkfW42Th2IPX" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjqacvcOD5C19LPb9rus6Qh80O5KOREquNriCtskwTuB2-aCKxqSm5wriBAPcVsMoBb6EYzWyD7OuQyvyukNBqpuU6xOkm0uL51fiFc8zJtsFz-MOFxgiU2XEPIqWhSw5xGfatnXe-UN_8U3u9nMkDURRMRSuIDebX8IuyY-ntr-S4ANUu8Mu1nK_sKORQK" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1772" data-original-width="1644" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjqacvcOD5C19LPb9rus6Qh80O5KOREquNriCtskwTuB2-aCKxqSm5wriBAPcVsMoBb6EYzWyD7OuQyvyukNBqpuU6xOkm0uL51fiFc8zJtsFz-MOFxgiU2XEPIqWhSw5xGfatnXe-UN_8U3u9nMkDURRMRSuIDebX8IuyY-ntr-S4ANUu8Mu1nK_sKORQK" width="223" /></a></div><img alt="" data-original-height="1774" data-original-width="1726" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiyovKSS0oCHIuFJeu5rfGCZbIw3pJuRpDeZAGmE0mSpYL2fTbIg12joo_rOpwcxbmrpW2XgjeZuyhcuEBjtwOaOZJFCqt2m0iv3mdL4DKQUnT5zOXeojKkeL_pem0tvig1LbSNbr4DJ5AbpyF3mwwAi3tq5NIITtIHTl_aCVEqBeYAncbjpkfW42Th2IPX" width="234" /></div><p><br /><br />Who do you work for? Tomas slams the man against the nearest wall and presses his gun against his face.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhDh7Q45mx6gK1e8aU-OEONnoOGRSJ5whuo27O53gWg6-JYU2RFMnd4HDcbZyLgiLGQFVnMTjlBj6kptBYteDCsHrdqXlgqPKrHnbnLjqBp5MhpKSJeT2M2SJSljb2Rb3GUr05rN79Zpfih69iJXOTwM8qN9zqVQ9lNuzMtKBTFE0IUMuVAde3_5ZAkGO0o" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1778" data-original-width="1752" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhDh7Q45mx6gK1e8aU-OEONnoOGRSJ5whuo27O53gWg6-JYU2RFMnd4HDcbZyLgiLGQFVnMTjlBj6kptBYteDCsHrdqXlgqPKrHnbnLjqBp5MhpKSJeT2M2SJSljb2Rb3GUr05rN79Zpfih69iJXOTwM8qN9zqVQ9lNuzMtKBTFE0IUMuVAde3_5ZAkGO0o" width="236" /></a></div><br /><br />– You don’t understand what you are dealing with! The man says.<br />– Why don’t you tell us what we are dealing with then? Andreea casually says and joins them. Her heels make clacking sound on cobblestones.<br /><br />– You are messing with world you have no idea of! You should back of now when you have the chance!<br />– Right. He’s high, Tomas voice gets bored.<br />– No. No! You don’t understand! The man starts to look around frantically. – If they catch me talking to you--<br />- Who?<br />– I can’t! They’ll kill me if I tell!<p></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjfxKekqgQQ7y9lg2VSiSV7bCXxYjQGZY3IaOLUwA6N8cuAO2XsgPWMw__ru1sa3tfNqr6qpoC9jI1dMMEGelcu_U1wvYNrCS_I0Cfcdeb2ZcAgKw7DRZjy6JBUsjsqVcbvDbEBUOvgMTMNqcVtLWn62pOozNyQEMbyokGgCjbtqludIigBL47VmWmQncd4" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1772" data-original-width="1624" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjfxKekqgQQ7y9lg2VSiSV7bCXxYjQGZY3IaOLUwA6N8cuAO2XsgPWMw__ru1sa3tfNqr6qpoC9jI1dMMEGelcu_U1wvYNrCS_I0Cfcdeb2ZcAgKw7DRZjy6JBUsjsqVcbvDbEBUOvgMTMNqcVtLWn62pOozNyQEMbyokGgCjbtqludIigBL47VmWmQncd4=w367-h400" width="367" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgEBmQYaXbwqZbBMvO1Vzp-8FIaM6n-2lJsf_OSB59i-yDwpkIlS47T-egLKyHv3d5jDn88RRq2Ewyi2uYd30NYSjGT1Zl0QU94g_d2w1zkS4_izPDXwT9Pqqqk8dcHqcczeJG86rYXdG4czmeFc-DQgO6yWOxbOAlsNt95XJTDmHsjwt9BqJHi49Mu0WmP" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1764" data-original-width="1730" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgEBmQYaXbwqZbBMvO1Vzp-8FIaM6n-2lJsf_OSB59i-yDwpkIlS47T-egLKyHv3d5jDn88RRq2Ewyi2uYd30NYSjGT1Zl0QU94g_d2w1zkS4_izPDXwT9Pqqqk8dcHqcczeJG86rYXdG4czmeFc-DQgO6yWOxbOAlsNt95XJTDmHsjwt9BqJHi49Mu0WmP" width="235" /></a><br />- You're having a very good chance of getting killed right here if you don’t start singing, Tomas grunts pulling his authority over the man.<br />Andreea picks up her phone, starts to dial up to their retrieval team while Tomas holds the man in place.<br />– Why do you follow us?<br />– I was told to keep an eye on you!<br />– Why! Tomas pins him to the wall from his collar.<br />– To find out more of you.<br />– Who?<br />– I can’t tell!<br />– Who?!<br /><br />The man looks at the barrel of gun in terror.<br />– You are the police!! You can’t do this!<br />– Oh bohoo, Andreea shakes her head. - We use the methods we find the best.<br />- The name, Tomas snarls, intimidates him more. He puts the safety off and his finger starts to push the trigger slowly. Man panics.<br />- Elke. Elke Giacccc--<br />His words are cut short when his eyes bulges outward. There’s sickening gurgle from his throat and he falls down to the ground.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj17nu7rOL_0fkc3_nGpbCIs_hxUCE_rg-WE0fpSgLSHmNObCiTOvCqfeQRXSXKhS29tquPdb2jHkj5KbOy17ezBPOmAjU6KDnMKqMLlJvdRUngj3oJFlamgLYgCBUTuWYdyJzdGPMCdW0gNZq961MSh6e8q6oiurtQMc_qwm556MVqZsww5otdhnwMDtPp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1782" data-original-width="1760" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj17nu7rOL_0fkc3_nGpbCIs_hxUCE_rg-WE0fpSgLSHmNObCiTOvCqfeQRXSXKhS29tquPdb2jHkj5KbOy17ezBPOmAjU6KDnMKqMLlJvdRUngj3oJFlamgLYgCBUTuWYdyJzdGPMCdW0gNZq961MSh6e8q6oiurtQMc_qwm556MVqZsww5otdhnwMDtPp=w395-h400" width="395" /> </a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj17nu7rOL_0fkc3_nGpbCIs_hxUCE_rg-WE0fpSgLSHmNObCiTOvCqfeQRXSXKhS29tquPdb2jHkj5KbOy17ezBPOmAjU6KDnMKqMLlJvdRUngj3oJFlamgLYgCBUTuWYdyJzdGPMCdW0gNZq961MSh6e8q6oiurtQMc_qwm556MVqZsww5otdhnwMDtPp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjG7Cq27wHSXIk11rsQTAPyV-cZibG5axVOl73ixqiGJ74sJU9BZ0-4E7FRlB5sw9BUeZqW1iS2aOLDoNjnq_PrIPacL040kiSfsScIXbZHyzZGYLrqYo1wd2YWK-S6xKhrpsiD3oJ_1lmO5FSqYHoWW4BMdZCJ8ls06zkrG8BogV9TFVaUCSX94FqAxKrK" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1786" data-original-width="1668" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjG7Cq27wHSXIk11rsQTAPyV-cZibG5axVOl73ixqiGJ74sJU9BZ0-4E7FRlB5sw9BUeZqW1iS2aOLDoNjnq_PrIPacL040kiSfsScIXbZHyzZGYLrqYo1wd2YWK-S6xKhrpsiD3oJ_1lmO5FSqYHoWW4BMdZCJ8ls06zkrG8BogV9TFVaUCSX94FqAxKrK" width="224" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div>Tomas held the collar of goon, felt temperature rising from him and -- swoosh. The guy looked he was fried from inside. His clothes are still intact, completely undamaged but the man turned to burned flesh. Hair fuming out and turning to ashes. He collapsed to the ground still twisting and gurgling. The smell was unspeakable.<br /><br />- What the hell?! Andreea yells out!<br />Tomas let’s out long and colourful curses in swedish. He glimpses at Andreea, whose normally emotionless face shows terror. But only for a few seconds.<br /><br />– Call the team! Tomas croaks out. Uh, his voice wavers from the shock too.<br />- I am calling all the time! Andreea yells, holding the phone.<br /><br />Still clutching his gun Tomas starts scouting the perimeter. What the hell? What the hell is going on?! His gaze sweeps the rooftops, narrow streets and he spots movement on the back alley.<p></p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEit2emRlAL9Pd8IORgeGQPM-luNI1atAnR1Hih7jahjFFPahBEzRl5_wt_iH5ub8jwHgra5XqOJ_iYcZO9vuIRLDsyWJM36Omuhk8cn6YrdVraqOF2NA5Q4-_637VNIw0Eg4odSDy7Osv0uLaM-TEy0s57rHf8JhIQzMH3IplITyAN7sxDh_-tGzhiKWan0" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1830" data-original-width="1824" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEit2emRlAL9Pd8IORgeGQPM-luNI1atAnR1Hih7jahjFFPahBEzRl5_wt_iH5ub8jwHgra5XqOJ_iYcZO9vuIRLDsyWJM36Omuhk8cn6YrdVraqOF2NA5Q4-_637VNIw0Eg4odSDy7Osv0uLaM-TEy0s57rHf8JhIQzMH3IplITyAN7sxDh_-tGzhiKWan0" width="239" /></a></div><br /> Going after! Tomas shout outs. Andreea nods, holding her gun on the other hand, looking vary and already speaking rapid Italian to the phone. Her eyes scan the area too as she kneels down to check the corpse.<br /><br />Tomas springs into action. He got a good look of the suspect and the direction she was going. His heart was beating fast. Shocked what they just have witnessed but he didn’t let himself to feel it. Those things come after the mission. He cut his normal train if thought to concentrate to cut the culprit from fleeing. Time for only mission operatives. <p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhtX9ZEdpjlmXdZxFMI04jCcNPGC6dqj6wHq7udAwVfyX1GWw9FMyGbFo8V2MybfZOMDey-lRnurL7BhuTGZNHOprsllunkv3ICTIrf7wi5V9pru9HwfJYHk8Ylp8RHnjzjgBJ4tserxYSIBQi3JfrTDT8-tr34JFQzd-yGSAIxNNFmP5LQY_6sOg0Do-_J" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1772" data-original-width="1742" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhtX9ZEdpjlmXdZxFMI04jCcNPGC6dqj6wHq7udAwVfyX1GWw9FMyGbFo8V2MybfZOMDey-lRnurL7BhuTGZNHOprsllunkv3ICTIrf7wi5V9pru9HwfJYHk8Ylp8RHnjzjgBJ4tserxYSIBQi3JfrTDT8-tr34JFQzd-yGSAIxNNFmP5LQY_6sOg0Do-_J" width="236" /></a></div><br />Suspect went to this courtyard, knew she was run after. Tomas kept his position hidden, kept searching from his hideout. Then it hit him. Sudden sense of presence. Feeling someone was very close. There was nobody, he doubletook it already, did it again but saw no one.<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg9fV8NW0XJ3d_u7XYqKu5FloSrF27jKSRf29Yqv1VxfCjLNCMfkPg4tojvqNi9wNRh_v9IhShDEUhlWJzQh5X-3htMqRGFTFEE7Hs52NiZ8Gi45lRJbYxRnit_ZAplAZ9n4b58sJH2FEtR89P4MFaO6Xk0vJjDjRJkILZq9m-uqDyV31JAem3-z0sVpaji" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1776" data-original-width="1656" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg9fV8NW0XJ3d_u7XYqKu5FloSrF27jKSRf29Yqv1VxfCjLNCMfkPg4tojvqNi9wNRh_v9IhShDEUhlWJzQh5X-3htMqRGFTFEE7Hs52NiZ8Gi45lRJbYxRnit_ZAplAZ9n4b58sJH2FEtR89P4MFaO6Xk0vJjDjRJkILZq9m-uqDyV31JAem3-z0sVpaji" width="224" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />Still the feeling of being close to someone, something(?!) started to rise. What the hell now? Was there somekind chemicals? Something he missed earlier?<br /><br />He gathered his willpower and concentrated on blocking the weird feeling away. It was starting to feel like someone tried to force it’s way into his brain?<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiwvryIf0Vef3GaSWzNRAO14jzYFIADE5zQuk5bOvS11NdYb3WMZc5B8xNNd3Vd8Sf6LLQyvIvv2nY0agkCYRxnmHSUOywRbnOtjdIsk3v1mT7auKzqxiNEuGsM7dd69G4Kbkz26jfPwYUzC95T2dRQN-Io5vfPX3jXR9DYatBbMsWkquNa3HPQX6zSGpfs" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1774" data-original-width="1650" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiwvryIf0Vef3GaSWzNRAO14jzYFIADE5zQuk5bOvS11NdYb3WMZc5B8xNNd3Vd8Sf6LLQyvIvv2nY0agkCYRxnmHSUOywRbnOtjdIsk3v1mT7auKzqxiNEuGsM7dd69G4Kbkz26jfPwYUzC95T2dRQN-Io5vfPX3jXR9DYatBbMsWkquNa3HPQX6zSGpfs=w372-h400" width="372" /></a></div><br />Mission.<br />Objective.<br />Concentrate.<br /><br />Tomas shook the feeling away, blocked it from his mind and found his resolution again.<br /><br />There! The woman was doing something, held her palms upwards and kept rapidly chanting. Like doing some sort of prayer?<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgqNGvlGVhjfSF_Om10-8Becd0jl9XTfHMbyH-ndhy7LrXtTaOLsPbyk9eLn7vWQNC-AEUwRQk2YsXEHHNiWQXxSM273Lth8rsa179f_gEdwocVP7XYQNkWkYluibeeMiTUDoxRfrFra1JYMMoA_OzF3OpCPfvkVVvycvUyPCqbjEejo9x_14tgQIxBIGul" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1758" data-original-width="1676" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgqNGvlGVhjfSF_Om10-8Becd0jl9XTfHMbyH-ndhy7LrXtTaOLsPbyk9eLn7vWQNC-AEUwRQk2YsXEHHNiWQXxSM273Lth8rsa179f_gEdwocVP7XYQNkWkYluibeeMiTUDoxRfrFra1JYMMoA_OzF3OpCPfvkVVvycvUyPCqbjEejo9x_14tgQIxBIGul=w305-h320" width="305" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />Feeling of someone trying to get into Tomas’s head started to increase again and whatever she was doing was clearly source of this nauseating dizzy feeling.<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhjpe9nLXTLaeTDT2s1QXJQirlvCkPyxjanQPFPm8ZBolnnsenf8djN6ky_cgxJ6AZfr8ylbRCSTOyhMc4ktPNNRu-j5HBlkT3e-WAL4oYytaKgMtDmXnVuyfwQI9r_oAuSf3X-9n6w_XLxhe46nYCmN9hsHTJv2UEkKnngP1DsGVkva_3NfK3t6JfjomBg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1744" data-original-width="1648" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhjpe9nLXTLaeTDT2s1QXJQirlvCkPyxjanQPFPm8ZBolnnsenf8djN6ky_cgxJ6AZfr8ylbRCSTOyhMc4ktPNNRu-j5HBlkT3e-WAL4oYytaKgMtDmXnVuyfwQI9r_oAuSf3X-9n6w_XLxhe46nYCmN9hsHTJv2UEkKnngP1DsGVkva_3NfK3t6JfjomBg" width="227" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />Tomas didn’t hesitate. The other guy fried from inside and he didn’t plan to end up in same way. She was in point blank and he took it.<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhu2v6XFdJiblwEnfbrkf8rXnXBwTxzXRohemRVZneQIf-2iHJT1MoA4nDer6ZDhaOs_gbKI-2SOQ5kUUC-P6sm9MWN9J5_4_zKp1LCfzTnk-IfXYK3kHiw1zEo07_BreaRmdqMg1PvuiqsbU9dreDzOsd3S0ViJBhQ-vDHY-4anbCR8I9dbsQMMWybyt10" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1742" data-original-width="1610" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhu2v6XFdJiblwEnfbrkf8rXnXBwTxzXRohemRVZneQIf-2iHJT1MoA4nDer6ZDhaOs_gbKI-2SOQ5kUUC-P6sm9MWN9J5_4_zKp1LCfzTnk-IfXYK3kHiw1zEo07_BreaRmdqMg1PvuiqsbU9dreDzOsd3S0ViJBhQ-vDHY-4anbCR8I9dbsQMMWybyt10" width="222" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh13likQumLIsN9hc9YDLyVuF6bFJmqe1rk89aHrXTqtqMTHMJgqhOYIaInNEJHKdGhKvEXJDOGOvHfLQ5Csro0R_qOQfEH9i7gorL5kp6w2DUUjiv21pE3mwvGMoWU2xz7BoWwQr5QKBr4O3_SbrTjcHBcPGvbkToPyo6UM7RyYgSzbs0gdHbM34stkHVn" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1760" data-original-width="1728" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh13likQumLIsN9hc9YDLyVuF6bFJmqe1rk89aHrXTqtqMTHMJgqhOYIaInNEJHKdGhKvEXJDOGOvHfLQ5Csro0R_qOQfEH9i7gorL5kp6w2DUUjiv21pE3mwvGMoWU2xz7BoWwQr5QKBr4O3_SbrTjcHBcPGvbkToPyo6UM7RyYgSzbs0gdHbM34stkHVn" width="236" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />Woman's kneecap bursted open from the shot and she shrieked out, collapsed to the ground crying from agony. The feeling inside Tomas skull deceased immediately. She really was cause of it. What was it? What the hell it was?!<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhnsLBlIfY52ZF7dfPnb_a7qrLwTgXTls_detg-2FQreBZi7Wfa7FEL6_I_kMyGHo8V2r-PC4gDS_0FGJHAPDgi1Xr9yZFNwg9CtA96fzOWhxmMTrzkfoEFyCtbC7aXXqzyH_cvMR6qInc2s2fB7FV7_Ne32Ne0g95NqFxOqtPAtkPEjJY_sENPX4I0I2f7" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1772" data-original-width="1722" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhnsLBlIfY52ZF7dfPnb_a7qrLwTgXTls_detg-2FQreBZi7Wfa7FEL6_I_kMyGHo8V2r-PC4gDS_0FGJHAPDgi1Xr9yZFNwg9CtA96fzOWhxmMTrzkfoEFyCtbC7aXXqzyH_cvMR6qInc2s2fB7FV7_Ne32Ne0g95NqFxOqtPAtkPEjJY_sENPX4I0I2f7=w621-h640" width="621" /></a></div><br /><br />Tomas approached the woman carefully. He didn’t know if she was armed or if she still had other tricks on her sleeve. He had seen enough already.<br /><br />– Try anything and you'll have another bullet, he stated, made it clear he wouldn’t hesitate to shoot her again. Not deadly anyway. This was the lead they were looking for. The one who could lead them to this cult thing. And they were going to get bottom of this case.<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhecxtWGqMzDtp7MYk1LFA_oP9F3EPZ9lur11ceGAZRM79I49QGdJKJ2tEABaa2C2KhneBmOy-S1QAgOqYFxaI1EgNDbM_RVNZXJK1xsUqLHHnI0-XNWVJ4phM4t33VS6mlY8sIN-CsL8t5d49Gtv25T0T4IexCeiHMQsnUzTnEU-TnfRzLx8x4zh6csd9P" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1744" data-original-width="1644" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhecxtWGqMzDtp7MYk1LFA_oP9F3EPZ9lur11ceGAZRM79I49QGdJKJ2tEABaa2C2KhneBmOy-S1QAgOqYFxaI1EgNDbM_RVNZXJK1xsUqLHHnI0-XNWVJ4phM4t33VS6mlY8sIN-CsL8t5d49Gtv25T0T4IexCeiHMQsnUzTnEU-TnfRzLx8x4zh6csd9P" width="226" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />– She will rise, woman pants. – She will guide us again!<br />Another freak-o. Dangerous one though.<br />– That’s enough! Not a word!<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj-TocoxnxTzaT2M0cCe5Fq_bFTSmm2PLkaKruRhkOKl-ei7GNKAwgp50gRHru1-u32hcC2GZuqlFzxO0M3ovBKFVxSKttusN6nBYL52XfnMaDPZOGXHE8q6d86-yIukthSedVr5Ns7UhllldOM2jczT4INDiI3ze0amNCmIHvEY8buBPFRd5n1iQ2T9uW-" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1772" data-original-width="1656" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj-TocoxnxTzaT2M0cCe5Fq_bFTSmm2PLkaKruRhkOKl-ei7GNKAwgp50gRHru1-u32hcC2GZuqlFzxO0M3ovBKFVxSKttusN6nBYL52XfnMaDPZOGXHE8q6d86-yIukthSedVr5Ns7UhllldOM2jczT4INDiI3ze0amNCmIHvEY8buBPFRd5n1iQ2T9uW-" width="224" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjkxPGQfnxctBsMlKkLobsgkXDpS0RfwyXhXInc6dwZEaL1HCkB0CgS95NLb8Ms-Dm817ROcPlC_fN-_qQQrlXILNnI-7Dbe9aYkOQAFD6JKqbC6FzwFCp17VdOnbZBUDz54aolUFZ76RIiooqh-sLhdsH4PMQiHNnwuf9ymzrdTxmpTqiMJkp-_6yVSz5T" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1776" data-original-width="1636" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjkxPGQfnxctBsMlKkLobsgkXDpS0RfwyXhXInc6dwZEaL1HCkB0CgS95NLb8Ms-Dm817ROcPlC_fN-_qQQrlXILNnI-7Dbe9aYkOQAFD6JKqbC6FzwFCp17VdOnbZBUDz54aolUFZ76RIiooqh-sLhdsH4PMQiHNnwuf9ymzrdTxmpTqiMJkp-_6yVSz5T=w295-h320" width="295" /></a></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiA3SyurhVSQGFMzoBu2pZbf28tB7hzVuVf4vkkz4XDH6-1HqLL9XGZEMlwR7eAYF5Zr95AmP3YjY3rH4FNaQCD5dMYgwEn4JuW1IW9LdbpzS2RkVr4MQGmw11-kQr1pGyAbfiRxB8BfFFa-g9Kmp0FzGC0NuGSnHDxQTWpOYl88bDvO3RCRGvJd2ZQ--lH" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1722" data-original-width="1624" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiA3SyurhVSQGFMzoBu2pZbf28tB7hzVuVf4vkkz4XDH6-1HqLL9XGZEMlwR7eAYF5Zr95AmP3YjY3rH4FNaQCD5dMYgwEn4JuW1IW9LdbpzS2RkVr4MQGmw11-kQr1pGyAbfiRxB8BfFFa-g9Kmp0FzGC0NuGSnHDxQTWpOYl88bDvO3RCRGvJd2ZQ--lH=w377-h400" width="377" /></a></div><p><br /><br /><br />They can hear distant sirens approaching. Several police cars and ambulance coming closer. Woman’s pale face twists in pain and settles in resolution.<br />– Viva Morte Bianca! She spits out and before Tomas has time to react more, she makes some weird words and then she’s gone too. Chokes and turns limp.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiYmqCI2vxhfWhBwL_h4tD49COYZ9SfaLmH7zfTEVMTpEbf2fSOFW7CyzC3U6n9_wUD5aMwp58Q2bUSZzl4ob6zEDyn7x94BjO9kT4M7OY0qx2odRVxGDyJHt0fGXBDjdH_kftI4JBTtojn3azvTy4PerbW_pR3r-TFQYJrHn2rrcEiMXDFcDPaXp8DL356" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1756" data-original-width="1744" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiYmqCI2vxhfWhBwL_h4tD49COYZ9SfaLmH7zfTEVMTpEbf2fSOFW7CyzC3U6n9_wUD5aMwp58Q2bUSZzl4ob6zEDyn7x94BjO9kT4M7OY0qx2odRVxGDyJHt0fGXBDjdH_kftI4JBTtojn3azvTy4PerbW_pR3r-TFQYJrHn2rrcEiMXDFcDPaXp8DL356=w635-h640" width="635" /></a></div><br />Dead end. Literally. All the leads were lost. Back to square one. Tomas stares dullenly to the wall. Adrenaline starts to worn out, leaving him frustrated, scared and powerless. Completely beaten. His hands were shaking.<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgsm02Ewmv2ASEmxrSXKZGwpHJH1uy7ldmxD73jF79bwTvEnf5YNyog_wQ3yXJv4_-SOy4yK-2RqLU3T7zQNnqwLqINL-5DEF70YTUP8wfJrXFdP54rC-2ShF15Bpg7g4DxoiO6PNYrhLc2axYoNYoMTwypBqhZPQZLCX3UXSOM21eu3u686DeYWWasPLY8" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1770" data-original-width="1728" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgsm02Ewmv2ASEmxrSXKZGwpHJH1uy7ldmxD73jF79bwTvEnf5YNyog_wQ3yXJv4_-SOy4yK-2RqLU3T7zQNnqwLqINL-5DEF70YTUP8wfJrXFdP54rC-2ShF15Bpg7g4DxoiO6PNYrhLc2axYoNYoMTwypBqhZPQZLCX3UXSOM21eu3u686DeYWWasPLY8" width="234" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhxqLwWe7zk7u0s3Z6VIjJ6gx44qGIBibynRvKjfFyPgqHKfYPqQe-YRU2jdxJEVbn1bNTOoS9CiuZNFenyFujTVLOONqskb159MztPLyU0pSbsrvc0Wg-pk6kpj-04RJDDF1RPma0XpccM4Uprz7rW6rnfzxi816MPC-uwDIBZw1bDTEW0wuQxHe9zG1mM" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1822" data-original-width="1668" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhxqLwWe7zk7u0s3Z6VIjJ6gx44qGIBibynRvKjfFyPgqHKfYPqQe-YRU2jdxJEVbn1bNTOoS9CiuZNFenyFujTVLOONqskb159MztPLyU0pSbsrvc0Wg-pk6kpj-04RJDDF1RPma0XpccM4Uprz7rW6rnfzxi816MPC-uwDIBZw1bDTEW0wuQxHe9zG1mM=w293-h320" width="293" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />How would he explain the shooting. He couldn’t say the woman tried to …tried to what? Manipulate him? Conjure him? That felt like thoughts of a mad man. He couldn’t possibly write that on report. It sounded like he wasn’t in control anymore. Like he was loosing it all. But was he?<br /><br />No. I’m not imagining things.<p></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhs53NOnLpLiBW3altWMHHR5WFesX1k4sGhph7Qf7AcFr4kYf0G_wv0tpFwXHogz9kdvDDUsLfNcmpIpmPa6l21OoS0352424iFVPcRjmYCGSpMv8Ep4t0pDABgypY6oh6Pwe0_ZWO70H3Vat5u4VFcHBn1k_rEzerqelV0z6pw5iVDsaLNoCya3h-VyOI8" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1776" data-original-width="1722" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhs53NOnLpLiBW3altWMHHR5WFesX1k4sGhph7Qf7AcFr4kYf0G_wv0tpFwXHogz9kdvDDUsLfNcmpIpmPa6l21OoS0352424iFVPcRjmYCGSpMv8Ep4t0pDABgypY6oh6Pwe0_ZWO70H3Vat5u4VFcHBn1k_rEzerqelV0z6pw5iVDsaLNoCya3h-VyOI8" width="233" /></a></div><br /><br />– Jansen!! Andreea shouts and runs to him gun ready in hand. – I heard a shot and --- oh no. She noticed another dead body for that evening. – Tomas. Tomas! Are you alright?! Her concerned eyes search him.<br />– No. He shakes his head. – I’m not alright.<br />Andreea nods, shows she still hid her emotions, her shock still at bay. She glances the way she came and sees other police coming closer.<br />– Ok. Try to hang in there. Let’s get this done. We’ll talk later. <p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg7ehyM4wZLOo_Ujo4tpPSA8JXx-YvzH2ksZfSMLzylI6Ul0x9CYpB29jgsx4y9XhuW1pp7K7zOCS2CbEx8sbbFSj71hxY8LhQ12LrHuu6uEZaUXfZ8nttJDSnJ4YtgvEy3ynre382YNPfLIi4khj08wYqk_oSieW64f67MsSMsuBi9RztYT0exIZq8Rp85" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1828" data-original-width="1832" height="637" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg7ehyM4wZLOo_Ujo4tpPSA8JXx-YvzH2ksZfSMLzylI6Ul0x9CYpB29jgsx4y9XhuW1pp7K7zOCS2CbEx8sbbFSj71hxY8LhQ12LrHuu6uEZaUXfZ8nttJDSnJ4YtgvEy3ynre382YNPfLIi4khj08wYqk_oSieW64f67MsSMsuBi9RztYT0exIZq8Rp85=w640-h637" width="640" /></a></div><br />omas curses for hundreth time and collapses to the chair. Best part of the night was behind them after the corpses were taken away, all files filled and forwarded. It took hours. They managed to go on like nothing unusual happened except both of them kept chainsmoking.<br /><br />They came back to their headquarters and first thing Tomas did was open a bottle whiskey.<br />– Pour for me too, Andrea says kicking away her heels. – I don’t know what happened. What happened?!<br />– I don’t know! I don’t fucking know what went on!! Tomas snaps and empties his glass with one go. He continues to second that. – We lost all our leads!<br />– I know! No need to shout at me! Andrea yells back.<br />– Hell with this! Tomas feels frustration and anxiety he didn’t know was possible.<br /><br />Andrea walks around the room like caged animal. She stops to drink her whiskey and continues her steps.<br />– I’ve never seen anything like that.<br />– Me neither, Tomas rubs his temples. – I felt he was starting to fry.<br />– You felt that?!<br />– I held his collar? I felt the temperature starting abruptly rise. I didn’t realise he would… Tomas swallows the rest of the words.<br />– Uh. Andreea shivers and sucks more smoke to her lungs.<br /><br />- What happened with the other one?<br />Tomas doesn’t reply right away. Instead he curses in swedish.<br />– Tomas, tell me? I saw the report you gave and it made no sense. You are covering up!<br />– Nothing makes sense now! Tomas growls.<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhfcvuAbqVxBdWmzTLvjNn8YgWnIMT0_YhlEU7ghjJfCNR9GZBYQdw-9lKQXTsrV1vo6sDnQ4EpDieW6XlbdELkk9xqU9CWpX8QyJkcznvRPwoGPOKoDSVSWqlTktAoxmsYw-gQsfBae7Fz7IOQpVtUohM3KyeWF1Mj4-hd8BM-J_dZcO9mnNuTiXyyWiXm" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1794" data-original-width="1752" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhfcvuAbqVxBdWmzTLvjNn8YgWnIMT0_YhlEU7ghjJfCNR9GZBYQdw-9lKQXTsrV1vo6sDnQ4EpDieW6XlbdELkk9xqU9CWpX8QyJkcznvRPwoGPOKoDSVSWqlTktAoxmsYw-gQsfBae7Fz7IOQpVtUohM3KyeWF1Mj4-hd8BM-J_dZcO9mnNuTiXyyWiXm=w390-h400" width="390" /></a></div><br />It was like… I don’t know. I think she was the one who did it and she tried to use that for me too, but… Tomas frowns again.<br />- How?!!<br />– Fuck should I know!! Tomas bellows.<br />– I said don’t yell at me!! Andreea raises her voice too. – I’m just as upset! It was like we were thrown into lousy scifi novel but it was for real?! It happened for real!<br />- I.. I think she tried to get me too and I .. I’m sorry, Tomas watches his partner's outburst.<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhY8xn-EpcEfw7dsmKPZiB-6lFPXDuW0lPao0M4ynkAEZHSUncGb-nQabehOpGS0IZhkg0MeAmwfpxWgD56MWxAf3e9UoSVd3CZP-6GKIAoHjaQFPhheHHAfwN1NeYmcp6Sgt-PreL7cE-4pywDZJvkjKSiRMzTHnZNRniO1SPHMnGUiwq4W9hUNEpS17h7" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="1688" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhY8xn-EpcEfw7dsmKPZiB-6lFPXDuW0lPao0M4ynkAEZHSUncGb-nQabehOpGS0IZhkg0MeAmwfpxWgD56MWxAf3e9UoSVd3CZP-6GKIAoHjaQFPhheHHAfwN1NeYmcp6Sgt-PreL7cE-4pywDZJvkjKSiRMzTHnZNRniO1SPHMnGUiwq4W9hUNEpS17h7" width="225" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p><br />– Ok. Ok. Did they drug us at restaurant? Some hallucinogens? Andreea tries to find other explanation. – That can’t be. We both saw what happened. The rest of the team saw the state of the victim too. And the second one couldn’t die from a bullet to a kneecap. Perhaps she had cyanide capsule or other nerve poison.<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiEfk_arut2duQn0AQetLnEAYInNQjiaR8nwy6wXAuxV8vFEAjLu4UFPLzDLocg4o7cbWotdBZInBtwW7E4vWCANnnEIWcrpPeJaxEz5yWI0Zq7Xk46IZ46SfTlv-Mc_6BYJBbtTQlrwmj_d7M4tvBlEq6gE1Whi5tWZJmCvXlPemA9iLy0zS4KPEoXxcRd" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1774" data-original-width="1652" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiEfk_arut2duQn0AQetLnEAYInNQjiaR8nwy6wXAuxV8vFEAjLu4UFPLzDLocg4o7cbWotdBZInBtwW7E4vWCANnnEIWcrpPeJaxEz5yWI0Zq7Xk46IZ46SfTlv-Mc_6BYJBbtTQlrwmj_d7M4tvBlEq6gE1Whi5tWZJmCvXlPemA9iLy0zS4KPEoXxcRd" width="223" /></a></div><br /><br />Tomas grunts and takes another drink. Andreea stops her circling to suck smoke into her lungs.<br />– Tell me again. The attack. How did you know it was an attack? This just doesn’t make any sense.<br />– I told you already! Like something tried to reach into my mind? Take control? I know it sounds crazy but I’m not loosing my mind here!<p></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhK0XzWaflUuQu_Q6n2cKCTk0YO2zyif8BcX2UL0rsDUXaui4r46HmKo3ELkeg3UOPkc-_GI3I5c4-b4-dKOBtYUHKAS6bsK-rZ6_YJ5hcS96ZwlRj2inbvQFeaz92bXD8E1lhDdwSyM4iUPysr47rOEPe_qZJ0aY9TcmOFqORmqL191_U1n-Xz5l--UQ0e" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1766" data-original-width="1662" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhK0XzWaflUuQu_Q6n2cKCTk0YO2zyif8BcX2UL0rsDUXaui4r46HmKo3ELkeg3UOPkc-_GI3I5c4-b4-dKOBtYUHKAS6bsK-rZ6_YJ5hcS96ZwlRj2inbvQFeaz92bXD8E1lhDdwSyM4iUPysr47rOEPe_qZJ0aY9TcmOFqORmqL191_U1n-Xz5l--UQ0e" width="226" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiRWsVxRAx4IJ_tIXxwOXxwXRQ3CSITEMATriJZUiyzKbkhgp_3r1QwLm9mQAYJkJ0Kq6pu4he0c1aSX8dUqeaUD7U7-k0HgLBIvppKnkuL6HpdbLSZy9rP5a_J4nraTUU0k9f9DHQkhloWp1CNXTEQmtzoafY1TsqK18qYVdA4eMprkwM7-gA-VMb-5ull" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1776" data-original-width="1752" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiRWsVxRAx4IJ_tIXxwOXxwXRQ3CSITEMATriJZUiyzKbkhgp_3r1QwLm9mQAYJkJ0Kq6pu4he0c1aSX8dUqeaUD7U7-k0HgLBIvppKnkuL6HpdbLSZy9rP5a_J4nraTUU0k9f9DHQkhloWp1CNXTEQmtzoafY1TsqK18qYVdA4eMprkwM7-gA-VMb-5ull=w395-h400" width="395" /></a></div></div><br /><br /><br />– I know. Andreea rubs her face, frustrated and nervous. - I know you aren’t crazy. I was there too,<br />- I don’t know what to think. What to feel. I feel… violated? Fuck. I felt scared?!?<br />– It’s ok. You were attacked, Andreea tries to calm him.<br />– I don’t even know what to believe anymore!! Tomas springs up from his chair.<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgI988CNoK09l6Idzcv9OG1CB6a37QZsoduGo45kbW2mNLYCzW0m02aWM62ror-mhXqXpEmdlEITwK7oyVZPppegGxcTRTjnrrS5iuorqTmOp36avWc9feDaVU-mS407R-AdXR5my_BkoWVRSFBEIcN7zVshg3o_InHBdtYg7n-bRtQq6-Tx99TonOt1vhW" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="1768" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgI988CNoK09l6Idzcv9OG1CB6a37QZsoduGo45kbW2mNLYCzW0m02aWM62ror-mhXqXpEmdlEITwK7oyVZPppegGxcTRTjnrrS5iuorqTmOp36avWc9feDaVU-mS407R-AdXR5my_BkoWVRSFBEIcN7zVshg3o_InHBdtYg7n-bRtQq6-Tx99TonOt1vhW=w632-h640" width="632" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Tomas finds them being very close. Bother tense, schocked. Scared even?<br />– Shit. I’m shaking. I never do that, Tomas whispers.<br />– Mm. Me too. Andreea nods.<br />– Ok. We need to calm down.<br />– Mm. We really need to, Andreea says. - We really need to…<br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjtDVulzs7yM4abdNmFt_Ui7drvULrPYeWJogtSGMQ2bDvfiTywpleBkvhhHEm8o9hcZ7rQjMALo50pnxiqnVp4pj1IHlEYIA_tjlbzkmNuyKWMduFXQq-HMHwDk2zIpL4AgJKL0n40PHCadXAwmz85y_crjTbw1-wLxS5R9e_dxcS03n5HDZ9t9J9Hxdse" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1778" data-original-width="1692" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjtDVulzs7yM4abdNmFt_Ui7drvULrPYeWJogtSGMQ2bDvfiTywpleBkvhhHEm8o9hcZ7rQjMALo50pnxiqnVp4pj1IHlEYIA_tjlbzkmNuyKWMduFXQq-HMHwDk2zIpL4AgJKL0n40PHCadXAwmz85y_crjTbw1-wLxS5R9e_dxcS03n5HDZ9t9J9Hxdse" width="228" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjtDVulzs7yM4abdNmFt_Ui7drvULrPYeWJogtSGMQ2bDvfiTywpleBkvhhHEm8o9hcZ7rQjMALo50pnxiqnVp4pj1IHlEYIA_tjlbzkmNuyKWMduFXQq-HMHwDk2zIpL4AgJKL0n40PHCadXAwmz85y_crjTbw1-wLxS5R9e_dxcS03n5HDZ9t9J9Hxdse" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjCR9McFVVa43Ls9FpuEOmu3peYuRB3rwrjnbxGzWaNkAdfmhiJq3mliB4HcWBTy9iKpsr_rWSXPjKO3Jpn0hj_KlqT0imMLg2q-bz5278ta12Cb1S-Co-i_aycNWQFksDmzRpgByZjsmb5ckJd-3HLLvaDhGDYTSuyBLvCGWMykyX3fFZi2EEorHqUk8XE" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1788" data-original-width="1690" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjCR9McFVVa43Ls9FpuEOmu3peYuRB3rwrjnbxGzWaNkAdfmhiJq3mliB4HcWBTy9iKpsr_rWSXPjKO3Jpn0hj_KlqT0imMLg2q-bz5278ta12Cb1S-Co-i_aycNWQFksDmzRpgByZjsmb5ckJd-3HLLvaDhGDYTSuyBLvCGWMykyX3fFZi2EEorHqUk8XE=w378-h400" width="378" /></a></div></div><br /><br />Her eyes go wide and it takes a moment for Tomas to realize why. He has put an arm around her, pressed her closer to a half hug. Feeble attempt to comfort them both. And then he realises to more pressing reason for her bewilderment. Andreea can feel him being aroused.<br /><br />Hold on. Wait... oh, thanks buddy. Great timing!<br /><br />– We really need to get the control back, Tomas says, tries to find assuring tone of voice failing it completely.<br />– I know, she whispers in her sultry low voice. More velvety than ever. – I know.<p></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiPby6phVi1VJZiaPzGogBEXulZdsVLBkU9lVgFrj5yEaodB0XlhjJLw-BBMNUQvVjM8fqS6gImnE6PiWy2S-Q7-vu84rGpL1-LudRluiEKAJ5VIp3QuBeHAXi1cJcqsmioVlug1odHKLut3C8aim1NgGLKidXDk0gcf3MR3Tll7H3d4u5tQajwc90drntt" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1786" data-original-width="1684" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiPby6phVi1VJZiaPzGogBEXulZdsVLBkU9lVgFrj5yEaodB0XlhjJLw-BBMNUQvVjM8fqS6gImnE6PiWy2S-Q7-vu84rGpL1-LudRluiEKAJ5VIp3QuBeHAXi1cJcqsmioVlug1odHKLut3C8aim1NgGLKidXDk0gcf3MR3Tll7H3d4u5tQajwc90drntt" width="226" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhIrsvLQN6VsOmyA9Kopm_iVdYchHGjNYzeNPxSmUx0vHNty5yG52E3i6AvcQOowhp9PSUogZ4xPv89xr9aoMjU4a538rPFr0VF0d2Ioh6bA5iLfL13RmM6lyCeg8VirtQew86Er51NIjukv9S5rwf4DKrtpW4hXKKpnkU9IlVxghdUIpKBw-RUveDYNNru" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1782" data-original-width="1760" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhIrsvLQN6VsOmyA9Kopm_iVdYchHGjNYzeNPxSmUx0vHNty5yG52E3i6AvcQOowhp9PSUogZ4xPv89xr9aoMjU4a538rPFr0VF0d2Ioh6bA5iLfL13RmM6lyCeg8VirtQew86Er51NIjukv9S5rwf4DKrtpW4hXKKpnkU9IlVxghdUIpKBw-RUveDYNNru=w316-h320" width="316" /></a></div></div><br /><br /><p></p><p><br />Tomas frowns and touches gently Andreea’s hair. The way she said it sounded like she was agreeing to more than words said.<br />Andreea looks away and let’s out a long shaking breath before taking eye contact again. like she came into conclusion.<br />- Tomas, I trust you.<br /><br />He knows excatly what they were talking about now. It’s not easy to trust, let them close, put yourself into vulnerable state. Especially after what they just went thru. They were already shattered in pieces. Tomas swallows. This night is turning even more bizarre as it was.<br /><br />– I trust you, he replies.<br />- No attachments. No unnecessary feelings. Just to get the control back? Andreea rules the situation.<br />– Agreed. Tomas nods and stumps his cigarette.<br />– Clean with capsule, she touches lightly her arm.<br />– Same here.<br /><br /></p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi0eYSJtKTkg_ZxO0K02UR0t2RsZa-7uqvvx6xKni7Q0kU4OF70l0fTM7tc3NVIplSxgdNjr_Gmc9hNdPFUhkq0KbM2cKswN28Ivh2ywWxWgQ7lv4cIGW1qFew2BmEV3lmcy8A_rwoDEsd5tKSyujLUoVfVehKn59sJEy9lezOkJKzcLwIIqfOG8aAebO3i" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1788" data-original-width="1770" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi0eYSJtKTkg_ZxO0K02UR0t2RsZa-7uqvvx6xKni7Q0kU4OF70l0fTM7tc3NVIplSxgdNjr_Gmc9hNdPFUhkq0KbM2cKswN28Ivh2ywWxWgQ7lv4cIGW1qFew2BmEV3lmcy8A_rwoDEsd5tKSyujLUoVfVehKn59sJEy9lezOkJKzcLwIIqfOG8aAebO3i=w635-h640" width="635" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br />Tomas touches Andreea’s neck again, let his fingers travel to her collarbone and pushes the shoulder of her dress down. They are looking straight to each others eyes as he carefully touches her and is about to lean in to kiss her.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg2K-4HjErBd3okyecNltUmaC7Ts3XE0EaOq9KbuzqIpvFP6cjKPBcqMP0fCasunCFoyJ8UkNuFFeYaF59Xem9Q8hQTTBVEwH3iMAupoMWg5GPA_7vbF3HpTQ4MkRI1S_J-Cf02YETdRE_MHhcbOERlEcLGnyPfr014MuEPsVMpY0HQFBeRFJHklwRdNSmb" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1770" data-original-width="1774" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg2K-4HjErBd3okyecNltUmaC7Ts3XE0EaOq9KbuzqIpvFP6cjKPBcqMP0fCasunCFoyJ8UkNuFFeYaF59Xem9Q8hQTTBVEwH3iMAupoMWg5GPA_7vbF3HpTQ4MkRI1S_J-Cf02YETdRE_MHhcbOERlEcLGnyPfr014MuEPsVMpY0HQFBeRFJHklwRdNSmb" width="241" /></a></div><br /><br />- No kissing on the mouth, Andreea says, turns her face away. – Too much feelings. I don’t want to disturb myself more.<br />Tomas wanted to but it wouldn’t be wise. She was right. They were already messed up and it would bring out lot of unnecessary feelings, making situation ever more harder.<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg8Gj6B4k3sgEXhySR0JmtAACCiw-0hXSijCp86SRMmkbVVMhsMwda_R9Lb4f53L9nUyEkHjw0HcpCyGFNq9iLyIxf2Xigqze4mVuFz5cNrlOiCLLryiQJ4eyLKMqByw9dgTDP_2w8huOea9ng4q09YZaKDI2PvrdY5EhBdRUrxgEK2aPP-gq6AbBv0w7Nr" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1766" data-original-width="1758" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg8Gj6B4k3sgEXhySR0JmtAACCiw-0hXSijCp86SRMmkbVVMhsMwda_R9Lb4f53L9nUyEkHjw0HcpCyGFNq9iLyIxf2Xigqze4mVuFz5cNrlOiCLLryiQJ4eyLKMqByw9dgTDP_2w8huOea9ng4q09YZaKDI2PvrdY5EhBdRUrxgEK2aPP-gq6AbBv0w7Nr=w398-h400" width="398" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />Andreea holds her breath and let it out as a long sigh as Tomas bares slowly her upper torso and cups her breast. Gentle, slowly fondling her. She moans quietly and gets a angry frown.<br />– Don’t you dare to make love to me! She exhales and puts her hand underneath Tomas shirt. He grimaces when she scratches his skin with her nails. He growls out aloud, letting her know he got the message. Rough it is then.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgTE1cwRZISGvXRTlPxMXFNa8IHj2xEjZZtV5Z1gEyB76Q26ctRh_OIZW3NK1e3PDMVFz0UXEsLAt4qB6ksN5966RBmPsmttydOEwi744MLP8p7wLNBAwMAlhItDxk6azpQMlITeVOzIwK_VdJInmmdE-sDRYcF43Qt3h8WsTm60pPOtDjTjwNP-VSmTIcc" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1790" data-original-width="1746" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgTE1cwRZISGvXRTlPxMXFNa8IHj2xEjZZtV5Z1gEyB76Q26ctRh_OIZW3NK1e3PDMVFz0UXEsLAt4qB6ksN5966RBmPsmttydOEwi744MLP8p7wLNBAwMAlhItDxk6azpQMlITeVOzIwK_VdJInmmdE-sDRYcF43Qt3h8WsTm60pPOtDjTjwNP-VSmTIcc=w390-h400" width="390" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEge02R_QxA2U43tdTnYHn6c5kW__ycoY89nJ4oxDcadqd90kClGZ82FR0JjRwqSSp-TCdGxPZfRVR3mriPo13IWSc-i8jc1hWy9QOi5s0zPpFoInfqT4IDWv6UeR7AJ3K1436ulbAszSw-LiMxly-Pu2L-hAGoQBlzWIPXTk_7rh_ZVllCWjVmxhLFaAGMa" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1784" data-original-width="1676" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEge02R_QxA2U43tdTnYHn6c5kW__ycoY89nJ4oxDcadqd90kClGZ82FR0JjRwqSSp-TCdGxPZfRVR3mriPo13IWSc-i8jc1hWy9QOi5s0zPpFoInfqT4IDWv6UeR7AJ3K1436ulbAszSw-LiMxly-Pu2L-hAGoQBlzWIPXTk_7rh_ZVllCWjVmxhLFaAGMa" width="225" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEifCZC2U1kIDQRytG539u_EvDD_QIR15eqszp3X1He37dv5KZ5nnDIqeUnQL_Z7v0VQmhQlkeh5smh4nsSThAmoXqCpB7gtgUE8lppdOXfoEFrboeDLyLkD9p_Z8b6TCVG4gNLC9vb_wSSMauYhboqa9emsMpFUY40LRsX8RsvX9p60cTDi2WYwxZFEXb16" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1778" data-original-width="1712" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEifCZC2U1kIDQRytG539u_EvDD_QIR15eqszp3X1He37dv5KZ5nnDIqeUnQL_Z7v0VQmhQlkeh5smh4nsSThAmoXqCpB7gtgUE8lppdOXfoEFrboeDLyLkD9p_Z8b6TCVG4gNLC9vb_wSSMauYhboqa9emsMpFUY40LRsX8RsvX9p60cTDi2WYwxZFEXb16=w385-h400" width="385" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><br />It was very different compared to Tomas’s earlier jobs in Italy even without the twilight zone happenings. He never crossed the line, never had any flings especially not with collagues. Andreea was breathingly beautiful, very sexy woman but he never looked at her that way. (Not much anyway) Oona was his first priority and he would never cheat on her. But now, Oona was gone. Andreea was there.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjL_JvCNeTViUyjp9wZrkzfrZZaxToEyeCsX52O_tsz28i74_dVMfhdXBHI4zyiTgPLYWSOEgPV2vsGGwZFY2qg5QsJs4Xb7wd1tAUB3lMc2Y5OvwfAeRZrXQbhMQClQ_MYKMuRNxWGhFRlXD47lEoJYBXzmoTMUQ9kN84mR_XBVTOsgk71gFuG6j39Ktns" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1770" data-original-width="1676" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjL_JvCNeTViUyjp9wZrkzfrZZaxToEyeCsX52O_tsz28i74_dVMfhdXBHI4zyiTgPLYWSOEgPV2vsGGwZFY2qg5QsJs4Xb7wd1tAUB3lMc2Y5OvwfAeRZrXQbhMQClQ_MYKMuRNxWGhFRlXD47lEoJYBXzmoTMUQ9kN84mR_XBVTOsgk71gFuG6j39Ktns" width="227" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjL_JvCNeTViUyjp9wZrkzfrZZaxToEyeCsX52O_tsz28i74_dVMfhdXBHI4zyiTgPLYWSOEgPV2vsGGwZFY2qg5QsJs4Xb7wd1tAUB3lMc2Y5OvwfAeRZrXQbhMQClQ_MYKMuRNxWGhFRlXD47lEoJYBXzmoTMUQ9kN84mR_XBVTOsgk71gFuG6j39Ktns" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgNQe64_bywvyT_w4X_17UzD5AEMXiUexG8996EXy1uGcBh09xDYCqkCBc03k_k7m2bjY3A_udqu2EgcuJXrPMTNDJ-iU12oPyJGyOfqKFd0w3IsTXYAwt8m7dZO1fWy1pwcuEYvqQNVd0caWdxa8vos2q8VX23cn7gOSOOfh706XXyEjGjgmPevUesW3OJ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1778" data-original-width="1690" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgNQe64_bywvyT_w4X_17UzD5AEMXiUexG8996EXy1uGcBh09xDYCqkCBc03k_k7m2bjY3A_udqu2EgcuJXrPMTNDJ-iU12oPyJGyOfqKFd0w3IsTXYAwt8m7dZO1fWy1pwcuEYvqQNVd0caWdxa8vos2q8VX23cn7gOSOOfh706XXyEjGjgmPevUesW3OJ=w380-h400" width="380" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgNQe64_bywvyT_w4X_17UzD5AEMXiUexG8996EXy1uGcBh09xDYCqkCBc03k_k7m2bjY3A_udqu2EgcuJXrPMTNDJ-iU12oPyJGyOfqKFd0w3IsTXYAwt8m7dZO1fWy1pwcuEYvqQNVd0caWdxa8vos2q8VX23cn7gOSOOfh706XXyEjGjgmPevUesW3OJ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEghzjCRBfQkaITrUTX7iUJQeyW8iiPnIKnrgIFunPjWMwK8cgg-WS_sWvrYidsHEjecfCTLeH-jR0m_yUuAdj90knZRaEYpNxRrYJHMzf8Ndmy6xx7FKb3GmPEN2INUVP8FIt0R_Ax5FguNhQPmgEWG7Ysc6a9xKrbTfQsKXpnT77lDLLW8oSjjbyeZniHg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1774" data-original-width="1668" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEghzjCRBfQkaITrUTX7iUJQeyW8iiPnIKnrgIFunPjWMwK8cgg-WS_sWvrYidsHEjecfCTLeH-jR0m_yUuAdj90knZRaEYpNxRrYJHMzf8Ndmy6xx7FKb3GmPEN2INUVP8FIt0R_Ax5FguNhQPmgEWG7Ysc6a9xKrbTfQsKXpnT77lDLLW8oSjjbyeZniHg=w301-h320" width="301" /></a></div><br /></div></div><p></p><p>Andreea wasn’t a bit submissive nor was Tomas. If someone would have seen them they would have thought there was something non consensual going on. Two trained specialist against each other. Both fought for control, needed to have it and then safely loose it when their bodies melted together. Tomas got her finally pinned down and his feelings of terror melted away with lust and he found peace inside her.<br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjgxDgg0exGzOck9hybrVAP_HB9esoN8SU6XXmqCLkl8CbVKoNA7YLDcAgjZt6q702RIgz0282ko6CQdF701LawRDRa9pntvTrZdQs_gFtmFho5YdVAnWpXgSsgqDW96kviQAFExPUbw5s3Y43YERt2G_JFkdQJD2p8BLCOdMOS6z4m-Xul_5yFKwa4LckC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1778" data-original-width="1664" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjgxDgg0exGzOck9hybrVAP_HB9esoN8SU6XXmqCLkl8CbVKoNA7YLDcAgjZt6q702RIgz0282ko6CQdF701LawRDRa9pntvTrZdQs_gFtmFho5YdVAnWpXgSsgqDW96kviQAFExPUbw5s3Y43YERt2G_JFkdQJD2p8BLCOdMOS6z4m-Xul_5yFKwa4LckC=w375-h400" width="375" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiq_uoanWueb0hALeyvy-BYlmUPqIHR5tqcMl2Bs-jr7kuD84xnkZMF79f1z_4RsLLFZM7bhEteIEkw9Y-0gU7wUZvJUaFGWwwKnLyjXo4EMMW9BTDafc2B_uYP5V4dttgd8nyZ-Nms7Zi4Og37L9b82ZkMMOJ_U0DkotRXnehDjyTgoCTO5WfuLZUmewgk" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1770" data-original-width="1730" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiq_uoanWueb0hALeyvy-BYlmUPqIHR5tqcMl2Bs-jr7kuD84xnkZMF79f1z_4RsLLFZM7bhEteIEkw9Y-0gU7wUZvJUaFGWwwKnLyjXo4EMMW9BTDafc2B_uYP5V4dttgd8nyZ-Nms7Zi4Og37L9b82ZkMMOJ_U0DkotRXnehDjyTgoCTO5WfuLZUmewgk=w627-h640" width="627" /></a></div></div><br /><br />Tomas wakes up alone in late noon and cold sheets indicate Andreea has left long time ago. No feelings, no attachments. Just like they agreed on.<p></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh2OqD3D2v0hg4jVGeVUPiE6cuLycz342v2-QPQgLY1BDx3hlaIhwetPYTY2FoM3F0kMuKNksIjSK_hYfw2wbPTZrNhIThuHqGZlopoSWRFLd0YO0ejvtMBnMJI1CyD9VV-3WJTyPZrBkY3XADPv3q9OSdKhdVvWcOTMUiEPgXSPM6h23365Ms11Zb3g1EG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="1748" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh2OqD3D2v0hg4jVGeVUPiE6cuLycz342v2-QPQgLY1BDx3hlaIhwetPYTY2FoM3F0kMuKNksIjSK_hYfw2wbPTZrNhIThuHqGZlopoSWRFLd0YO0ejvtMBnMJI1CyD9VV-3WJTyPZrBkY3XADPv3q9OSdKhdVvWcOTMUiEPgXSPM6h23365Ms11Zb3g1EG" width="234" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiH8faqrnsBvuulmKDEZ5ryGuaCozhiaarEsvS92SDeVbBqaB0OOm-NmpBQ_In850ptXURJd5zIyVrTdmbguF_FU1tkoQS31kD_sz0jL-lw_fZ2xXNDPfiulOsPCXs80EXn2uka9OyiE4tvYKzCCkPLk4VqE-UUaGnYSnhMNxGMv9-dwHj4HJWp7u_6xlNN" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1780" data-original-width="1684" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiH8faqrnsBvuulmKDEZ5ryGuaCozhiaarEsvS92SDeVbBqaB0OOm-NmpBQ_In850ptXURJd5zIyVrTdmbguF_FU1tkoQS31kD_sz0jL-lw_fZ2xXNDPfiulOsPCXs80EXn2uka9OyiE4tvYKzCCkPLk4VqE-UUaGnYSnhMNxGMv9-dwHj4HJWp7u_6xlNN=w303-h320" width="303" /></a></div></div><br /><br /><br />He touched his sore shoulder where Andreea bit him. He still felt little indentations from her teeth underneath his fingertips. That was going to leave a mark. Talk about a wild ride!<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh3WTXx9iL2aMR_8lNeA03iM0Lv_Kkn99mwnuLNJrWKpytbDP90kGOscECHJ6ZF0tUPwzWNhaVxBR90jn0gNt1unxfgT1H61k6uDXaSjZyhwfbX54752XA_Got2vFgjmPG8P6_YFJbYHBVIe6PwiyPGkEaoPlxHLm_Fq2Ziq-Z9gEpZ9RFE1xzkkemEbJiU" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1772" data-original-width="1672" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh3WTXx9iL2aMR_8lNeA03iM0Lv_Kkn99mwnuLNJrWKpytbDP90kGOscECHJ6ZF0tUPwzWNhaVxBR90jn0gNt1unxfgT1H61k6uDXaSjZyhwfbX54752XA_Got2vFgjmPG8P6_YFJbYHBVIe6PwiyPGkEaoPlxHLm_Fq2Ziq-Z9gEpZ9RFE1xzkkemEbJiU" width="226" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />Nothing like he had experienced with Oona, but situation was so damn diffirent. Oona was so fragile, she couldn’t handle anything rougher in bedroom without getting anxiety attack. Whereas Andreea took him as much he took her. Left him marked. Took what she wanted.<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjm7qe0fWtXRU_h_r5HCPPEcPcMAKd_9rCkUDmkf3WUwEuZZZFlwdbGxjvOJqY44lLl7bErsXFuR_FuTE5npxvdwAL3SujGtRZK45cCNFNyIKXeQxWN4-ERS2ByMI18N3J0EAsgJtFpQYXp0P-mWbSoQ9IzyY1Yl76g2ltjkS0FT-RGBAQSaImw5gLgPwwX" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1772" data-original-width="1752" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjm7qe0fWtXRU_h_r5HCPPEcPcMAKd_9rCkUDmkf3WUwEuZZZFlwdbGxjvOJqY44lLl7bErsXFuR_FuTE5npxvdwAL3SujGtRZK45cCNFNyIKXeQxWN4-ERS2ByMI18N3J0EAsgJtFpQYXp0P-mWbSoQ9IzyY1Yl76g2ltjkS0FT-RGBAQSaImw5gLgPwwX=w395-h400" width="395" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />Then there was the bitter truth. It wasn’t him Andreea wanted. He was just a man she trusted and was conveniently there, in same pinch as she was. She probably thought about her deceased husband when she closed her eyes and turned her face away. Tomas feels a sad sigh escape his lips. Anyway. It helped. He felt better, more clearer than yesterday. More in control of himself and his thoughts.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p>malcoJOJOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12362522805988503279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8386728540021864055.post-21781829473062863852024-03-04T14:44:00.000-08:002024-03-06T11:15:42.947-08:00The Italy Crossover - 2022 - PART 03<p> </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhIW0qHjw1r2gAxFhRj2uHfCKARRCSl9KzZapRktTdXHec-hNhFpUx7CEHfFLI-Tji8r8eFFrWzFwzrEZEQ82WuLly7MYKYYNE3sH7w0CGVXb9ziMziTYj1xoeLyOPtGyoPBSrrZ906M0zATl0yw0GjGyIZ0SyE9QYcTJvtPewOoR5qZB4evO6Botj154Ya" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhIW0qHjw1r2gAxFhRj2uHfCKARRCSl9KzZapRktTdXHec-hNhFpUx7CEHfFLI-Tji8r8eFFrWzFwzrEZEQ82WuLly7MYKYYNE3sH7w0CGVXb9ziMziTYj1xoeLyOPtGyoPBSrrZ906M0zATl0yw0GjGyIZ0SyE9QYcTJvtPewOoR5qZB4evO6Botj154Ya=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br />(( The sisters mentioned by Vitale - nieces of the Daniele Villanueva - deceased aunt they are looking into ))<br /><p></p><p><b>As their attorney Jennifer Lee starts sounding even more odd on the
phone, Fabrizia switches it to speaker so Vanda can hear too. </b> </p><p>"I put you on speaker - can you repeat that for Vanda?" </p><p>Fabrizia arches a
brow.
"Oh, hey there, Vanda luv. I was just saying that it might be best to
stay put instead of trying to go back to La Spezia right now." She
laughs. "There is an absolutely INSANE thing going on with the police at
the moment and it's all a bit out of control. A witch hunt for Morelli.
Some sort of trumped up charges to get him to release some evidence.
You know how it is here." </p><p>Vanda thinks she sounds drunk or like she's just trying too hard. "Well,
I have the ticket and a window to travel. I was hoping to get back
there to take care of the final transfer of--" </p><p>"Ah...that's right. Sicurezza Perfetta is handling the last of that. You
should have got forms today. You didn't?" </p><p>Vanda and Fabrizia look at each other twining the thoughts that they
both have - WTF is going on? </p><p>"I'll look for them." Vanda stares at the phone. </p><p>"Jennifer...what's
really going on back there? Should we be concerned?" </p><p>"What? No no...it's just easier if they handle things there and we deal
with stuff here. You have the Moore contract here, right? And Fabi, you
have Opal to wrangle. Everything is FINE. Really. Mr. Morelli will fill
you in later. It's fine. Enjoy your weekend and let me know if you get
those papers. Ciao ciao!" </p><p>She hangs up.
"Well...that was fishy as f^ck." Vanda frowns. </p><p>——
Dresses by @atelier.tea.o.rama </p><p><br /></p><p>_________________</p><p><i>Once Upon A Time In Finland</i></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhWXcLyvQmztrOmRKzP3Udhr1vorSkgijJgIcOD5dckR-w218wMkzoJQ3V6c1ksVKbA0ykZfeQBqh9G494lYdb_pJX8FtAYWwSSDXqIB3Wcqaj3CbXdEulrk8Tqb6kR33YtD1diaWXAxx6LeHdy64CLQ4dkiUIeK78xh6UB30B_oueQpc88bXHE3Z-Oj2kH" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1820" data-original-width="1818" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhWXcLyvQmztrOmRKzP3Udhr1vorSkgijJgIcOD5dckR-w218wMkzoJQ3V6c1ksVKbA0ykZfeQBqh9G494lYdb_pJX8FtAYWwSSDXqIB3Wcqaj3CbXdEulrk8Tqb6kR33YtD1diaWXAxx6LeHdy64CLQ4dkiUIeK78xh6UB30B_oueQpc88bXHE3Z-Oj2kH=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><br /><b>Even when rain had washed the ground</b> several times and many people had walked the premises for too many times the specials are looking for missed clues in Villanueva residence. There was just too many missing or tampered evidence.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjhWXbHePVq453m68OmBhKjmLpPzBHgvE2u1BUmzeUuR55gGOHbmvA9a-e6FYioeK6QLa-HWzv1STNrBgJq2FF8Bu-UF0MyHNbLXkdkm9HNK6p1LudqquD2axk-QLHq063a-Aaw7OvVgpGm3ZI8lQ63o37gtDO0U2ZhNWVe0c5g-Y5zhC87X3w6GjHLTIlf" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjhWXbHePVq453m68OmBhKjmLpPzBHgvE2u1BUmzeUuR55gGOHbmvA9a-e6FYioeK6QLa-HWzv1STNrBgJq2FF8Bu-UF0MyHNbLXkdkm9HNK6p1LudqquD2axk-QLHq063a-Aaw7OvVgpGm3ZI8lQ63o37gtDO0U2ZhNWVe0c5g-Y5zhC87X3w6GjHLTIlf" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiw_825Tso6F5viBUHBJu4y3pfXma8cSLB3bOqgPBzBc1IT6zQ8uFeWzHfOqO440SaR4KIGY5Z0cV2xSQDQfY_SuBwqzMFs81F5ihtqYWZzALUxhiRbDqPldJquVq-UqEvYrhRXxyDO-mHKHFnk5YdX5RaXStSThpqdbdkvj5TkLSfgMKzF_p9WIztuSzHI" style="margin-left: 1em; 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There still were police lines marking the site but nothing else is pointing to tragedy happened there before.<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjuIU_ycNAXB0clPJvmFzkP3Dc8LWfCLVfojUvZMj68mbtbZIBo4fVMfTCTWqmoLfHFUFaH6SOpXNWKFK9uhtoM2WSWizmTps5l8r66bNPh2TpBROSFnjXkaXyJGkNP9MCxVOLF1P8PRzKRztN2FVlNqSDpQEgdJEEOO3GDVjRCo0JBZAxJ9lBUbSLjga3c" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1758" data-original-width="1676" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjuIU_ycNAXB0clPJvmFzkP3Dc8LWfCLVfojUvZMj68mbtbZIBo4fVMfTCTWqmoLfHFUFaH6SOpXNWKFK9uhtoM2WSWizmTps5l8r66bNPh2TpBROSFnjXkaXyJGkNP9MCxVOLF1P8PRzKRztN2FVlNqSDpQEgdJEEOO3GDVjRCo0JBZAxJ9lBUbSLjga3c" width="229" /></a></div><p></p><p><br /><br />- First I thought Villanueva was accidentally dragged into this cult murder spree as reports say but this is too carefully prepared, Tomas gives his opinion, puts hands to his pockets. He feels reassuring corner of box of cigarettes and pulls it out.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhU4GmZnR1celai2B9iM9_dUjGPnn2huEFCUicJrVPprrA1UnubNFvnXVwzX2oNhjtwQDNzGFOIbVvPohNxPzszCIjMDRKHQLwqPc5VVf-LCbu3JMTNCB-bbVQdGhX6nZgrcCBgDj7NQm6LNojDyDYsTF0UStrx7FLH2Kut_USN0t_jnbFnyfzpSGeerLJW" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1764" data-original-width="1666" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhU4GmZnR1celai2B9iM9_dUjGPnn2huEFCUicJrVPprrA1UnubNFvnXVwzX2oNhjtwQDNzGFOIbVvPohNxPzszCIjMDRKHQLwqPc5VVf-LCbu3JMTNCB-bbVQdGhX6nZgrcCBgDj7NQm6LNojDyDYsTF0UStrx7FLH2Kut_USN0t_jnbFnyfzpSGeerLJW=w378-h400" width="378" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><br />- Location, time spend on victim. The murdered took their time, wasn't in a hurry. They knew they had time.<br />- Not to mention all those ritual markings inside the house, Those are not made in spurr of the moment. Andreea taps her chin as Tomas lights another cigarette. - Times Bruni reported don't match up at all. This is too far from the house.<br /><br />- I think I want to check the house again. I have a feeling we missed something earlier, Tomas turns back to the Villa.<br />- Big question still is is the AFDA project in danger or compromised. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgeFuZemMQtzkVTv5jxycjrmNSwncLOo7G6ap1KzyIENbJG6ZGkv0MG0WDzU4W1ss8uh939vyRHlJLr_x1G0V3Cj_qcIwCUgn4pVCiLod6aZ8zkQL9GNtZjvM6nKM_UrnBJGACXuXrfj_-sAfcLsinv1UdwcKBsnzGIG-mjB8UpnuILspCesmFdvOSaoFuR" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1848" data-original-width="1834" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgeFuZemMQtzkVTv5jxycjrmNSwncLOo7G6ap1KzyIENbJG6ZGkv0MG0WDzU4W1ss8uh939vyRHlJLr_x1G0V3Cj_qcIwCUgn4pVCiLod6aZ8zkQL9GNtZjvM6nKM_UrnBJGACXuXrfj_-sAfcLsinv1UdwcKBsnzGIG-mjB8UpnuILspCesmFdvOSaoFuR=w397-h400" width="397" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Andreea takes another break in Villanueva’s inner yard and breathes in fresh air. Even though the victim, all parts of it, were taken away there’s still distinct smell around. She is used to it but it doesn’t mean she likes it.<br /><br />Villanueva’s PC was disabled. Drive has been teared away and smashed to the floor. It was beyond repairs so it was very clear this ritual murder was just cover up. That was ignored in detective Bruni’s reports so this started to look like she was very much involved. Villanueva knew something that got her killed.<br /><br />Andreea thinks they need to call internal investigation to that police department to find if Bruni has other accomplices there too. But they need to find more incriminating evidence against her before they could tighten the noose. Just then Tomas comes out with self-confident posture.<br /><br />- Found a hidden laptop.<br /><br />_____________________________________</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiMaSEvet5jHGsvR4MAemIB4n60Vt716jXDTfkTPyF3AIbP6Zhoq7pXjHVa1YlCYLi8dc9BruBWOdIPQ3mo5jDPjDSoq3b1uu5UWuly0B-g1QX8xEYqovc0I3DtDYOugxR9I43Zn-etdo3tCXtwaxPsl1mjhRD2T7kNCTpGmP4sP7cpMkbwVWfXGe02L9gm" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1794" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiMaSEvet5jHGsvR4MAemIB4n60Vt716jXDTfkTPyF3AIbP6Zhoq7pXjHVa1YlCYLi8dc9BruBWOdIPQ3mo5jDPjDSoq3b1uu5UWuly0B-g1QX8xEYqovc0I3DtDYOugxR9I43Zn-etdo3tCXtwaxPsl1mjhRD2T7kNCTpGmP4sP7cpMkbwVWfXGe02L9gm=w322-h400" width="322" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p>Chelsea heads back to the Villa on "official business" yet again. This
time for another look at what was left of the disgusting scene inside
the house. She planned to make another amazing discovery - the dead man
in Daniele Villanueva's little secret room off the second floor. They
all smelled the rot, but Chelsea got the first hand location from the
beast Danuta who took great pleasure in detailing what she had done to
him. Animal. </p><p>However, when she gets to the villa, there's an unwanted guest. Some
blonde lingers in the back. Chelsea almost walked right into her. Elke's
comment about Chelsea's lucky stars may have been right after all. </p><p>She peers around the corner of the building. </p><p>"What the f^ck is this?"
Chelsea's lip curls into a feral snarl. "God damn...." </p><p>She makes a fist.
Ok...think think think.... By the look of her, she was probably with
the Ministry of the Interior. She knew she had been sloppy with her
paperwork and that the way Vitale was acting lately smelled of an
internal investigation. </p><p>To hell with it - once she "discovered" the new
information and the room, she'd be praised yet again and left alone. </p><p>Chelsea is about to go introduce herself when another person comes out
of the building. Jesus...he looked like some sort of model. Chelsea
drifts for a second thinking that she wouldn't mind being investigated
by him, but then she's snapped back as his voice carries on the wind. </p><p><i> "Found a hidden laptop." </i></p><p>Chelsea freezes, watches them go, then crunches across the gravel. </p><p>Her
hands start to shake.
She whispers, "Figlio di puttana...." (Son of a b!tch)</p><p>______________________</p><p><i>Once Upon A Time In Finland</i></p><p><i> </i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhtJTd9shkroLtUmVccAR4Wwb544tKE5vq8Kf3IKEvEXCuTYtE6Qd-j5PpW7z5uj_4PXfSb2Zi_B_SwTthaAEGNNWY22hYWVA6OZ9hT5WqFPXBubuiXTnnj9I-OSliORGUofdmbKJkT3eLO46n0yDLcUAElsPPP1wgROgdNuzkMkRU4K0LxAMarZLeIoXY5" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1828" data-original-width="1818" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhtJTd9shkroLtUmVccAR4Wwb544tKE5vq8Kf3IKEvEXCuTYtE6Qd-j5PpW7z5uj_4PXfSb2Zi_B_SwTthaAEGNNWY22hYWVA6OZ9hT5WqFPXBubuiXTnnj9I-OSliORGUofdmbKJkT3eLO46n0yDLcUAElsPPP1wgROgdNuzkMkRU4K0LxAMarZLeIoXY5=w398-h400" width="398" /></a></i></div><i><br /></i><p></p><p> The mysterious man keeps following the agents as they leave Villanueva 's place and continue to talk with each other in lowered voices.<br /><br />He's been following them for days keeping his distance and lingering around tourist groups. But he haven't figured out the location where they stay.<br /><br />The agents keep separating when they are closing their quarters and he only managed to find the woman likes to buy cigarettes at certain shop before loosing her again. The man vanishes faster and he can't keep up with him. But it's near.</p><p>_______________________</p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgCdzIXaGm52QdqeZhiH0ZP5sznfJNp_qEFACrwTKuGijhFwD3pWCrr61Ms5o0Ji00D_VB0UiF1_uxVpWrGz7EwnyOa1SagmIsJDSR79O1EEe2XeqbJtHvgKoiKyyAJ8YZrKMS5ynmK7MstO5GadLBwSkYUKYIG9sRSaHrpZlHHwxQAsEoNnYNyMhFTgp8n" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgCdzIXaGm52QdqeZhiH0ZP5sznfJNp_qEFACrwTKuGijhFwD3pWCrr61Ms5o0Ji00D_VB0UiF1_uxVpWrGz7EwnyOa1SagmIsJDSR79O1EEe2XeqbJtHvgKoiKyyAJ8YZrKMS5ynmK7MstO5GadLBwSkYUKYIG9sRSaHrpZlHHwxQAsEoNnYNyMhFTgp8n" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>"Well well...a visit from Signora Vitale. It's been a while." Segreto
smiles. </p><p>"She was helping me out with something." Vitale smiles. "Detective Bruni
on her way?" </p><p>Segreto shakes his head. "On her way somewhere last I saw. Rushed out of
her an hour or so ago. I thought she was on her way to meet you until I
got your call." </p><p>Detective Vitale sighs, then looks back up at Segreto.
"We'll deal with her later. What was this weird thing in the report
about Migretti?" </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhzo-64kP0WzTDB3ovS2KTE2Lv9R46uQ6IfRe7L9-xV3rpDx6UUgRld9kf6mOQwL4lGwbR7fbstaHrDr2qQbMy5svFwahlEqiTDWyrJnhc-T9rUG5y29ThPQoNBT5HmGWlQ__F_bFsdoeY9UwQpLZamiCxxOMDtNJPpE1RLUcNSRRS-uPsA7Xslu4YBQ8fD" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhzo-64kP0WzTDB3ovS2KTE2Lv9R46uQ6IfRe7L9-xV3rpDx6UUgRld9kf6mOQwL4lGwbR7fbstaHrDr2qQbMy5svFwahlEqiTDWyrJnhc-T9rUG5y29ThPQoNBT5HmGWlQ__F_bFsdoeY9UwQpLZamiCxxOMDtNJPpE1RLUcNSRRS-uPsA7Xslu4YBQ8fD" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Segreto goes serious, his love of forensics kicking in. "It's in the
report there for future reference, but the whole thing is batshit
crazy." He tries to put things in order. "Ok...I spoke with him 40
minutes before I found him. Number checks out - it was his phone.
Coworker on the scene drove out there with him. Yet the thing we
found....it was weeks dead. Stage three or four decomposition. Active
decay and Skeletonization." </p><p>"So...an acid or...something?" </p><p>Detective Segreto shakes his head. "No toxins found. And get this...our
coworker who dropped Segreto off? He saw a large blonde leaving the
scene. Possibly drunk - fell down and stumbled to her car. Matches the
rough description given of the woman at the scene that Migretti
described." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhEzMEvDY5hgr97O7PDy_UI1rU6RFELD9824dgBh9u1yp6EFKuOuG7akRQHzl1hatxHhJ9sm2V5fjWOg5K1jF1xis1Z3cSscoz_gAjVrVhBth0HlLcg7c1_dB1G315qqKqnqTgVr9CaUvtVzjTMgtqMHFPd2bbT4iTZGJgPo49-JnGYtQ6o001PEF38yFP_" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhEzMEvDY5hgr97O7PDy_UI1rU6RFELD9824dgBh9u1yp6EFKuOuG7akRQHzl1hatxHhJ9sm2V5fjWOg5K1jF1xis1Z3cSscoz_gAjVrVhBth0HlLcg7c1_dB1G315qqKqnqTgVr9CaUvtVzjTMgtqMHFPd2bbT4iTZGJgPo49-JnGYtQ6o001PEF38yFP_" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Vitale narrows his eyes. "Suppose it would be too much to have plates?"</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjAG4dtcdzvMCYjzTtcnTd_VJ8yKuq3kgq2yvvzS19tMDfp7OvRQtH69Rv7ZwXJKwF8FC70OssqDFtmgklppPS8GRMxIaqC_NH0nHl_oyzn0k21sk4rNwHbLYHomTI9wrvRIRAsXIy4Y3XhOGMGnZEOuM-0eRutnqWKcubUTfGSPqSNRk0ne8Fc9RBfrMs-" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjAG4dtcdzvMCYjzTtcnTd_VJ8yKuq3kgq2yvvzS19tMDfp7OvRQtH69Rv7ZwXJKwF8FC70OssqDFtmgklppPS8GRMxIaqC_NH0nHl_oyzn0k21sk4rNwHbLYHomTI9wrvRIRAsXIy4Y3XhOGMGnZEOuM-0eRutnqWKcubUTfGSPqSNRk0ne8Fc9RBfrMs-" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p> "What? You want this to be easy or fun, Boss?" Segreto grins. "But...we
have a car make, height, footprints, and...finger prints. We're running
them now." He smiles wide. <br /></p><p><b> ______________</b></p><p><b></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj-RwkqGcPosfz7b7wl2nSrjqPkpcl2wSrwKZzLjFYkhELwdn-sEWJpXjUi87lvT6VhsUV4A2kzuMSMDWU3cRxVWOactQQOzcFFgnNsrvCArn8LzBpMdhNiahQtDAeyo5S74t0Uh86Yet33ia84elcvv596DQf_ydUT6CzyJwbCoYbtdZiJa2vbKI99IRf_" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj-RwkqGcPosfz7b7wl2nSrjqPkpcl2wSrwKZzLjFYkhELwdn-sEWJpXjUi87lvT6VhsUV4A2kzuMSMDWU3cRxVWOactQQOzcFFgnNsrvCArn8LzBpMdhNiahQtDAeyo5S74t0Uh86Yet33ia84elcvv596DQf_ydUT6CzyJwbCoYbtdZiJa2vbKI99IRf_" width="320" /></a></b></div><b><br /> </b><p></p><p><b>Detective Vitale....dreams.
</b> </p><p>He's in his office. It's late. It's dark. </p><p>Scritch scratch on the flooring somewhere. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjfPlZFjd4iW6WN2U7ImuYTWptePve93WOywW0H_X1dl9jDxV58g2Tskni9sgqEjSI9xgLBoz9wVUcdTw7hZqgGO7EmBRZ7O5zWupH9nUBx_LQtV7sqiZzw-zZulfe1_z6yotB3Cfyn5zboRP3kLtiwJnfT5wr93nrmiFoCDZa1I_EHPrXh66UF8B_RvKro" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjfPlZFjd4iW6WN2U7ImuYTWptePve93WOywW0H_X1dl9jDxV58g2Tskni9sgqEjSI9xgLBoz9wVUcdTw7hZqgGO7EmBRZ7O5zWupH9nUBx_LQtV7sqiZzw-zZulfe1_z6yotB3Cfyn5zboRP3kLtiwJnfT5wr93nrmiFoCDZa1I_EHPrXh66UF8B_RvKro" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>A clicking across the tiles. </p><p>Segreto's voice. "BOSS! HELP!" </p><p>Vitale blinks. </p><p>The office is the safe spot. </p><p>Segreto should have stayed
in the office. </p><p>Scratch scratch on his desk. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjWUCcwMsAYEH-VYMWgpCUARC-au7UPZmguRofg7LSkzhp0OJPrnQ6QUy7vsTjE_8wpAIkN-gMNW0UfdXJEXQJ8A7f3h8530UFldLZuFYuIz-Epk21BtaFgzi93XaUdNr2oyuNs9z70c9TkgfETBdL_KOUU0RPyXZ-jrdxvuutOXaoY8CSgS8SM5qMcBNLr" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjWUCcwMsAYEH-VYMWgpCUARC-au7UPZmguRofg7LSkzhp0OJPrnQ6QUy7vsTjE_8wpAIkN-gMNW0UfdXJEXQJ8A7f3h8530UFldLZuFYuIz-Epk21BtaFgzi93XaUdNr2oyuNs9z70c9TkgfETBdL_KOUU0RPyXZ-jrdxvuutOXaoY8CSgS8SM5qMcBNLr" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>He looks and a massive scorpion creeps
towards him. </p><p> "But...no...my office...." </p><p>The scorpion flicks its tail. </p><p>"Dear Angelo. The Fool." Detective Bruni stares down at him. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhRfFw89OztytnEBkUQ0CQrdws-P4gs2P3KpKi4_gBF1FFRQdlJTwsY91FqN9QER56y2Psg2LGxKZ2oXxP2A4dvbzgs1Mx7SIIzVnRr3ys4acfO9ElbLZYAyXAbk3lfjynCzB_7A_E0sn999QOXiqIuje1r1FvNgR64Jnjl9Qu5rnaj7YuPKJL2hhyC357t" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhRfFw89OztytnEBkUQ0CQrdws-P4gs2P3KpKi4_gBF1FFRQdlJTwsY91FqN9QER56y2Psg2LGxKZ2oXxP2A4dvbzgs1Mx7SIIzVnRr3ys4acfO9ElbLZYAyXAbk3lfjynCzB_7A_E0sn999QOXiqIuje1r1FvNgR64Jnjl9Qu5rnaj7YuPKJL2hhyC357t" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>The
scorpion flicks its tail again. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgeQvKojx4a2MDiI8ghBawoZ69ys6ttcOXhfgh_ypbL5n8yUvLQMEoslB0_5feM8X7nZigLJ6LnNDUPbOMO18oVMmndSHliSd3c9rXr8kFAtMX0jo0AZACPqmU3XlMWOrm_0IHyau83QRl2YDSA0qp2Xm4HU_gfZCd8jXXC1k4o6xPPEumVMrZnmAe3WjU9" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgeQvKojx4a2MDiI8ghBawoZ69ys6ttcOXhfgh_ypbL5n8yUvLQMEoslB0_5feM8X7nZigLJ6LnNDUPbOMO18oVMmndSHliSd3c9rXr8kFAtMX0jo0AZACPqmU3XlMWOrm_0IHyau83QRl2YDSA0qp2Xm4HU_gfZCd8jXXC1k4o6xPPEumVMrZnmAe3WjU9" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjM-405R8WMzYKls4hk0V3EQaGy3LVGFtVXZhlKsmU6S7TlezsdMo7J71aAGaVYpVA4F2-52zZCq8X0UYO05Cev0xkOhTuqwZRS9-6GRLo9v82JAKnDULlq2GUYAaGE3DtG-2vREzhTNAisUe_6hD2pplOFb6c01CWDRieynox5b6qkktFBOxxNRQKlLAUh" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjM-405R8WMzYKls4hk0V3EQaGy3LVGFtVXZhlKsmU6S7TlezsdMo7J71aAGaVYpVA4F2-52zZCq8X0UYO05Cev0xkOhTuqwZRS9-6GRLo9v82JAKnDULlq2GUYAaGE3DtG-2vREzhTNAisUe_6hD2pplOFb6c01CWDRieynox5b6qkktFBOxxNRQKlLAUh" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>"Chasing me round and round. My little
carousel horse. Round and round and round..." Bruni's face goes dark.
"Ever been stung by a dead scorpion, Angelo?" She whispers, "Why me? Who
is telling me...what to do?" </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhuap-IM9NwGzb59iP4SoGu_qKucqv2umi0KJGO2i5PUR3ZPJmh8Q7kZQAoNoH0WtinFTwehnVmOW-PnndGYOORmL3ASBq-8hV1WkHWdX6FZa4N-g3TOUF2tYxkBGIrkN3j5nTfOmQ1m0cjSAl0Yj7bDGgBs1osbeqigYLPF1VU38UAeGtSopL7Zg6IB1wg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhuap-IM9NwGzb59iP4SoGu_qKucqv2umi0KJGO2i5PUR3ZPJmh8Q7kZQAoNoH0WtinFTwehnVmOW-PnndGYOORmL3ASBq-8hV1WkHWdX6FZa4N-g3TOUF2tYxkBGIrkN3j5nTfOmQ1m0cjSAl0Yj7bDGgBs1osbeqigYLPF1VU38UAeGtSopL7Zg6IB1wg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p> The scorpion stings Angelo and he starts to float - his office full of
water. </p><p>He's drowning. </p><p>Can't breathe. </p><p>The water pressing in on him. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgIjYxkT-vmY8S-bdiJcQeZ8z9X8Pgm71CYYCupUoU20GuPoPN5vrM9T4LDxX8JKGEgGhlaey37Fw6W2oSnTmuaVJheLhsVvNhIYPbGRvNR2_FJSj1SsvLQFAKCXvMhWyZOZgy5Z6Rh7JuzlOOx9tWe1OcNTgehIekeQ17zfUVn5it56aHj396H-hGHEQY9" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgIjYxkT-vmY8S-bdiJcQeZ8z9X8Pgm71CYYCupUoU20GuPoPN5vrM9T4LDxX8JKGEgGhlaey37Fw6W2oSnTmuaVJheLhsVvNhIYPbGRvNR2_FJSj1SsvLQFAKCXvMhWyZOZgy5Z6Rh7JuzlOOx9tWe1OcNTgehIekeQ17zfUVn5it56aHj396H-hGHEQY9" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Floating....scared....
Angela leaps at him. "ANGELO!" </p><p>______________ </p><p>Vitale wakes with a start, Angela shaking him roughly. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhrjddzQnhCGav7Lz96JrGrnsEQoG8lty3hDy9XxWv4SyfmTy2OZIDJjIKz3GT5m6Ouya3mgWSFBVYRdBEbdIIFJJUO5pWBFYipsG5QzlJqwaiVtgK-ioiipfMOMDzE7WUu27BK_YyRH0xrCYUydAJ3PLxtdMddwGu9BbwmLGlSJRPF_xW89rCwmEoZp2nN" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhrjddzQnhCGav7Lz96JrGrnsEQoG8lty3hDy9XxWv4SyfmTy2OZIDJjIKz3GT5m6Ouya3mgWSFBVYRdBEbdIIFJJUO5pWBFYipsG5QzlJqwaiVtgK-ioiipfMOMDzE7WUu27BK_YyRH0xrCYUydAJ3PLxtdMddwGu9BbwmLGlSJRPF_xW89rCwmEoZp2nN" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>His eyes are wide
and he looks terrified. </p><p>"Darling...are you ok?! I thought you were having a heart attack!" Tears
stream down Angela's face. </p><p>Vitale pants and wipes the sweat off his forehead as he checks the time.
3:15am. </p><p>"Nightmare..." he whispers. He kicks off the sheets and pulls
the pen and paper from his night table drawer. “I’m going to talk to
Madame Rosetti later today.”<b> <br />___________________</b></p><p><b><br /></b></p><p><b>Vitale heads to Madame Rosetti's first thing in the morning and
describes his dream. </b></p><p><b> </b>"Scorpion. Hmmmm...." She plays with a necklace around her neck,
stroking it as she thinks. "The scorpion in dreams usually means you
need to take a step back from your day-to-day life and find some
balance. The woman - a coworker? She may have ill intense for you and
the man you are working with. But....perhaps the dream suggests that she
- the coworker - isn't the one you should be worrying about?"
Vitale chats and lets his preconceptions go, listening and seeing what
fits in with his life and the case.
_____ </p><p>"Detective Segreto speaking." </p><p>"Segreto. Vitale here. Busy?" </p><p>Segreto can hear that La Pantera (The Panther) is back - Vitale sounding
like his old, bad ass self. He tries to hide his excitement. </p><p>"No boss.
What do you need?" </p><p> "Grab all your gear - print kit, camera, measuring tape...and gun. Meet
me outside in fifteen minutes. We're going to eat, then retrace the
crime scenes. Good?" </p><p>"Good!" </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgNpHg9Rh4A4_2u9ijuwzrN5GNDOkzJDZNlC2se8wOBSLwlcyliv8O3Etv6CepKuHR6806Ai5QSKhvpRAJqMKb5M_XMe2W1Ukn9EMt9hObxx7nHYAUU7IQwi5bO64ydj4y-goDDxY1_R0OJezeQAxdNeZ3X62E_HwwKEzl3bNm8VLx_fvmIuTRPMyMbMHkw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgNpHg9Rh4A4_2u9ijuwzrN5GNDOkzJDZNlC2se8wOBSLwlcyliv8O3Etv6CepKuHR6806Ai5QSKhvpRAJqMKb5M_XMe2W1Ukn9EMt9hObxx7nHYAUU7IQwi5bO64ydj4y-goDDxY1_R0OJezeQAxdNeZ3X62E_HwwKEzl3bNm8VLx_fvmIuTRPMyMbMHkw=w640-h640" width="640" /></a></div><br /> ______________<p></p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjZdCLbZWek_BnLcNlpRkZzReDzvPtfn06HuDN14IMYj0H8NwYWJeId2WcpidNHPh7PJyM8JWNxU3KxcbBpTQhJVfT3H8d55CU0HImyJ-_a9Aa4Kw9hAmpq3wZN0Q9bNJCU9Hvy5pCZEpqICqUkvNz_L2B9MzBPzDh8Ky5GLsX2_AcjrvbzBv6SQzcMxfY6" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjZdCLbZWek_BnLcNlpRkZzReDzvPtfn06HuDN14IMYj0H8NwYWJeId2WcpidNHPh7PJyM8JWNxU3KxcbBpTQhJVfT3H8d55CU0HImyJ-_a9Aa4Kw9hAmpq3wZN0Q9bNJCU9Hvy5pCZEpqICqUkvNz_L2B9MzBPzDh8Ky5GLsX2_AcjrvbzBv6SQzcMxfY6=w320-h320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><b>Detective Bruni pushes a bit with her charisma and lingers around at the
right moment</b> to get invited back to the house with the small team
Vitale put together to recheck the Villanueva house, happy that Vitale
neglected to ban her from going. </p><p>Once there, she absently checks various rooms making sure she sticks
with one of the team members at every turn. She wants them to remember
that she was always with someone if Vitale or the Chief happen to ask. </p><p>She moves with one of the lower officers upstairs to the guest room
where Danuta said she shoved Villanueva's hired f^ckbuddy. The smell
isn't apparent until she leans in. Most of it drifted out into the room
above. </p><p>Bruni shoves items around as the officer checks the rest of the room,
then she pops the secret door open and recoils from the stink. She grins
thinking Danuta was good for something after all. She looks through the
crack and can see the body. </p><p>"JESUS!" She crosses herself as part of the show. "OFFICER! Here! I
found something! Some sort of space." She coughs. "Get the forensics up
here and don't touch anything."
Jackpot. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEidIWmhW7Gpdqw-V8wDNxH2Hd0DGY8-irMXHgzwfBGwGzqw0yMOohKn7drB8KfT5XnpYfMXlrtNKbjkQSlhnAoccDzs-Eh6ScNGb9fZyz-tZiTCYBPLu06lGLXQVTIk59e2P6SM87ljPQz_wHwGYLRbALmY_aRTJeI7RWngen3EPbMVH7lklar5x9sxC_Wz" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEidIWmhW7Gpdqw-V8wDNxH2Hd0DGY8-irMXHgzwfBGwGzqw0yMOohKn7drB8KfT5XnpYfMXlrtNKbjkQSlhnAoccDzs-Eh6ScNGb9fZyz-tZiTCYBPLu06lGLXQVTIk59e2P6SM87ljPQz_wHwGYLRbALmY_aRTJeI7RWngen3EPbMVH7lklar5x9sxC_Wz" width="240" /></a></div><br />_________________<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgvAijF49ZncZH4K89_doZciQx9OZwI1I-lPIetjsLRDgQ7MFvn31FFH9Scozvf4Um341K4tDaLBLyNmk116WcJHxTUXCsyoai293byr9OAcLbTAiqHlyCLY8tLvsavQ_dZdtsj086xYavMwYtXpog1KqsKArD96c1qXdkt8yMO7uY3qr68X6u0nIC870i8" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1782" data-original-width="1760" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgvAijF49ZncZH4K89_doZciQx9OZwI1I-lPIetjsLRDgQ7MFvn31FFH9Scozvf4Um341K4tDaLBLyNmk116WcJHxTUXCsyoai293byr9OAcLbTAiqHlyCLY8tLvsavQ_dZdtsj086xYavMwYtXpog1KqsKArD96c1qXdkt8yMO7uY3qr68X6u0nIC870i8=w395-h400" width="395" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p><b>Andreea works to get past security on Villanueva's laptop. </b>Tomas looks as she work. Damn she was intelligent. Andreea just got her case, took some equipment, attached them to laptop and started to type.<br /><br />In meantime he ordered internal investigation at police department, inventory lists of all firearms and their firing patterns. It was very likely they’d find matching patterns there connected to Villa Morelli’s case. That would give them more room with solid circumstantial evidence.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj96C8sngTMRD_r1od7HOdrfkBw7q9-1Zk4XivmmXPbpitPPPGEVyrM2oYgXFawO8hoyZVXF3gmcgqbPBAGJDrWyq5aDUbuw0ptsdvHcQEiR6ct-JmXJMmqmvt0ArQGmKCuwFYx0g3ESL9aOElUyzrxF9Ggz7BhgMFFyGVseDA8CIo-ELnSo5-Mv73dSKPJ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1808" data-original-width="1816" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj96C8sngTMRD_r1od7HOdrfkBw7q9-1Zk4XivmmXPbpitPPPGEVyrM2oYgXFawO8hoyZVXF3gmcgqbPBAGJDrWyq5aDUbuw0ptsdvHcQEiR6ct-JmXJMmqmvt0ArQGmKCuwFYx0g3ESL9aOElUyzrxF9Ggz7BhgMFFyGVseDA8CIo-ELnSo5-Mv73dSKPJ" width="241" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />– There! Andreea turns her smiling face to Tomas showing she got thru. It took her less than 40 minutes.<br />- Excellent. Tomas put his hand to Andreea’s shoulder and gives it friendly press.<br />She casts stern look at her partner.<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiffU2ujh8UnRSfhbVw2R06knKVTfOki8QlSg-pqXar3M5mAC3Eb4wWM3JfI6iErX-hMkfjIEGam3DbJP2APkDfj_jau4W9voIxXZY-S90DCOq4EuFwZbm5mcLC3rekgjuE-e1mpuEV730uj1atGzEUmj5iWW9_aaxb_TzAdTu_Hyu7tYZQJTF-6dZLGl5C" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1764" data-original-width="1808" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiffU2ujh8UnRSfhbVw2R06knKVTfOki8QlSg-pqXar3M5mAC3Eb4wWM3JfI6iErX-hMkfjIEGam3DbJP2APkDfj_jau4W9voIxXZY-S90DCOq4EuFwZbm5mcLC3rekgjuE-e1mpuEV730uj1atGzEUmj5iWW9_aaxb_TzAdTu_Hyu7tYZQJTF-6dZLGl5C" width="246" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p></p><p></p><p><br />– Jansen<br />- Hmm?<br />– Don't do that again.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg8zLPsnSV26a-jiwyVceGP6goyEoldS0IZlxyFntXt3U1SsQSs8ojs5Vo7cf1gUGBfzVOiLHsLMVc0C6p_YC6pQTOlkwYKpp4cn2yEQYxLWrnudxxXhvblJLIB_x4m5ZFbRXS6b-GYk6_wdrJDoCQDhEtwGzSWMldLrVVLtSRD6zKnXeW8CYDvbZPtJcZX" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1824" data-original-width="1830" height="637" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg8zLPsnSV26a-jiwyVceGP6goyEoldS0IZlxyFntXt3U1SsQSs8ojs5Vo7cf1gUGBfzVOiLHsLMVc0C6p_YC6pQTOlkwYKpp4cn2yEQYxLWrnudxxXhvblJLIB_x4m5ZFbRXS6b-GYk6_wdrJDoCQDhEtwGzSWMldLrVVLtSRD6zKnXeW8CYDvbZPtJcZX=w640-h637" width="640" /></a></div><p><br /><b>What am I looking at? </b>Tomas frowns as he looks at the Villanueva’s laptop.<br />– Your guess is as good as mine, Andreea draws a finger against her lips. – These look like pages of old manuscripts. Some kind of herbaria? Moon charts, I don’t know?<br />– Nonsense, Tomas huffs. – There’s reason the laptop was hidden. There needs to be something else.<br /><br />– Hold your horses, Jansen. I just got started. Andreea shakes her head. Her fingers dance on the keyboard and she starts searching deeper. This doesn’t make any sense. Tomas rubs his temples.<br />- Why would Villanueva hide this information. It’s just superstitious folklore.<br />– But here's same kind of markings as were drawn to the walls. And Villa Morelli”s walls, Andreea shakes her head. – They mean something. We need cryptologist for this.<br />– Wait. I have an idea. If we are lucky we'll have a quick solution for this, Tomas picks up his phone.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhbTRgOGIz69eMPG644zi8Ny1hd7CdCugRWmKpCUljaPqZI4xWDK0AbGs6MBVkU8TceAaOqBRDp5EgBrGpvi0b9XPaSTSjiam5QcdF1G9uXtSacDUTQu_jMFRJuSEOZ3pTBIE9bvw3ep9IYOEHDWT3e2b3pWotKEAk3VS9dKguRH7I_1HqgyTqRIsU43Anm" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1770" data-original-width="1730" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhbTRgOGIz69eMPG644zi8Ny1hd7CdCugRWmKpCUljaPqZI4xWDK0AbGs6MBVkU8TceAaOqBRDp5EgBrGpvi0b9XPaSTSjiam5QcdF1G9uXtSacDUTQu_jMFRJuSEOZ3pTBIE9bvw3ep9IYOEHDWT3e2b3pWotKEAk3VS9dKguRH7I_1HqgyTqRIsU43Anm" width="235" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEisHIVRpy822e7_OeRA_xAEoVbzaZ7Y_lenIDFmXk3kEtJ3bcapJGp9-j7Jr7qPc-mOvGn2I2NJtVQgKpDnqzV_xd7woU4PJyQ5WMZEaCuuysobWn5ERwgTd3c2znB6tD4to1tPK3yFjfKSFK2w7rQLoTrze5vQDRluJXbDJXSvI_8vZVc4SaNn59u9CH_N" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1632" data-original-width="1692" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEisHIVRpy822e7_OeRA_xAEoVbzaZ7Y_lenIDFmXk3kEtJ3bcapJGp9-j7Jr7qPc-mOvGn2I2NJtVQgKpDnqzV_xd7woU4PJyQ5WMZEaCuuysobWn5ERwgTd3c2znB6tD4to1tPK3yFjfKSFK2w7rQLoTrze5vQDRluJXbDJXSvI_8vZVc4SaNn59u9CH_N" width="249" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><p></p><p>Tomas checks his watch. It wasn’t too late in Finland. He takes his personal phone and finds the number.<br />– Did I call in bad time? Ok. Good, he starts to speak in swedish. – I need a favor. Is Riina there? I need her opinion about in her field of interests.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi0rLwe49iAra07WcGHl_cgQTApensuW3CYCtHaK8G4jJTLXkLwulE3m5tkRk1pMl2UTumApzr92DRBiIVvXedxam4s7qgp5IiuT7U3-23b_HLiI68SEbFfhKMVAzzzlmhJpjDWabNkfLRbhTyx0Ko9YpA5VuuDZ2KsRqT1X3yRc6IDittl9fn8XcIoLUTe" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1758" data-original-width="1662" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi0rLwe49iAra07WcGHl_cgQTApensuW3CYCtHaK8G4jJTLXkLwulE3m5tkRk1pMl2UTumApzr92DRBiIVvXedxam4s7qgp5IiuT7U3-23b_HLiI68SEbFfhKMVAzzzlmhJpjDWabNkfLRbhTyx0Ko9YpA5VuuDZ2KsRqT1X3yRc6IDittl9fn8XcIoLUTe" width="227" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><p><br />Andreea looks Tomas in curious way when he changes language from swedish to Finnish.<br />– Hi Riina. Yeah, I need your opinion about something. It’s work related so this needs to be completely between us. We have never talked or you have never seen anything I’m about to show you. Are we clear?</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjq59PJla5g4P_UZ-kYeVDMED-el9uiW-O3HTsuOp-H51cvLU8yYjOfx1ommZKmxLNJtTg22DvJe88ipWOzwsb3VkVOF13LgJspGnB102TekVEQjJcBLb2_ON0s1zhteIEexOShdYPiqVsWmR9RLd_7M0SCAt_ANSalV-8tnh0fvdQ13C8Sl-rA7qkjKKJN" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1760" data-original-width="1652" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjq59PJla5g4P_UZ-kYeVDMED-el9uiW-O3HTsuOp-H51cvLU8yYjOfx1ommZKmxLNJtTg22DvJe88ipWOzwsb3VkVOF13LgJspGnB102TekVEQjJcBLb2_ON0s1zhteIEexOShdYPiqVsWmR9RLd_7M0SCAt_ANSalV-8tnh0fvdQ13C8Sl-rA7qkjKKJN" width="225" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />He waits the woman to answer and takes a long breath.<br />– I know you’re in to those… things so I’d need quick opinion on certain marks. He turns his camera to face the screen and the ritualistic markings. – Do these ring any bell?<p></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjwUoKwRzF_CqaSttbm0MmfxABtnUlWo-O_FOCVH_IiTcVD3kdllhf6FFpRijAdrCG0m75ZeztpSE_inN-cRkJaH_-niIIru3hWWMaSOour3nWzhTuCLSv16PNOi6qfSyFO8G0YxjurAAB1xQU2Rfqbcyy5dkycXKHMnbZY1hAkv8hPpU2cbvSDi5amB6K_" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1772" data-original-width="1642" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjwUoKwRzF_CqaSttbm0MmfxABtnUlWo-O_FOCVH_IiTcVD3kdllhf6FFpRijAdrCG0m75ZeztpSE_inN-cRkJaH_-niIIru3hWWMaSOour3nWzhTuCLSv16PNOi6qfSyFO8G0YxjurAAB1xQU2Rfqbcyy5dkycXKHMnbZY1hAkv8hPpU2cbvSDi5amB6K_" width="222" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhsdobhvmPeXIkqcNC8KUhvPwiimGt0MI2r7YDVs1ihS3TTsSRHnuzLez6pq2FHRcFDY1rrIyTfPVV0593OrVE0UkVlgPXMw8IB_bwk1bFXEYYV7msj8QQYkyEQ--b6VRM6TQG1WnUBn3rBNf-cCIv5cgZkpYdKOWMHmPqS_eRChh5oO8xjSjKymZnxAVCc" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1734" data-original-width="1644" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhsdobhvmPeXIkqcNC8KUhvPwiimGt0MI2r7YDVs1ihS3TTsSRHnuzLez6pq2FHRcFDY1rrIyTfPVV0593OrVE0UkVlgPXMw8IB_bwk1bFXEYYV7msj8QQYkyEQ--b6VRM6TQG1WnUBn3rBNf-cCIv5cgZkpYdKOWMHmPqS_eRChh5oO8xjSjKymZnxAVCc" width="228" /></a></div></div><br /><br /><br />There’s a moment of silence.<br />– Put it away. Turn the camera away! Frantic female voice says from the line. – You don’t want anything to do with it. Drop it and turn away! Tomas talks few more words with her and then cuts the line.<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjZcThJBIjKa-OElUaOqh0P8XCu0Gm07EJNAnOGO9XXS-jwIO68br5hZiGUcTSGqHsCOLdwpefJ_bXk4ylwXvmdv-bEApG_zRtGxM6Trx8ZhdUVMUUQIQKbAsVGZqwTmJi2AzPrdScyGr1C9UthAQzaa-dhHyeo2DXZiZgJIy7a24XYZz693OkjS14okgk6" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1752" data-original-width="1630" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjZcThJBIjKa-OElUaOqh0P8XCu0Gm07EJNAnOGO9XXS-jwIO68br5hZiGUcTSGqHsCOLdwpefJ_bXk4ylwXvmdv-bEApG_zRtGxM6Trx8ZhdUVMUUQIQKbAsVGZqwTmJi2AzPrdScyGr1C9UthAQzaa-dhHyeo2DXZiZgJIy7a24XYZz693OkjS14okgk6=w372-h400" width="372" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />– So what was that? Andreea waits for an explanation.<br />– Dark magic. She said it’s very dark magic?<br />– Right. Now it’s my turn to call this bullshit. I’ll send the pictures to cryptologist.<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEip7N-qkXOYQqvEdKO0JrfLr1YPEBrk7YqMzEHCYhrs8X-4qkGwZdrVE1qOxI8xudLAMehzNrVKiStVmowG-UjMEq-k99vIHGYwzvEKgL-PgB8va_MLfgzFPAQ8yN66VbdptHdCN4w-wodPzYeAA4ecQk67utuGsESOf301TEd0oVo77CwndOZuRcUSpBqd" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1776" data-original-width="1722" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEip7N-qkXOYQqvEdKO0JrfLr1YPEBrk7YqMzEHCYhrs8X-4qkGwZdrVE1qOxI8xudLAMehzNrVKiStVmowG-UjMEq-k99vIHGYwzvEKgL-PgB8va_MLfgzFPAQ8yN66VbdptHdCN4w-wodPzYeAA4ecQk67utuGsESOf301TEd0oVo77CwndOZuRcUSpBqd=w388-h400" width="388" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">__________________________</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiIYrwD-ZpTRryUN6MqiX4xEsj33GRGtkOA1asK0-CIEBr0eAdqNDAmg2C-J6QCOEb8_VQQpft1kFPa8MecUrNmJJw2dpm54IGn4OqyfNXHMrcWFzc_UhHuIlmvVJmM3IF2KlXqqLCkXipEQ4pSrynRWWhv8r8ER0rPRHAy6XcEXm8GAeyghF_4bb3zRYJ3" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiIYrwD-ZpTRryUN6MqiX4xEsj33GRGtkOA1asK0-CIEBr0eAdqNDAmg2C-J6QCOEb8_VQQpft1kFPa8MecUrNmJJw2dpm54IGn4OqyfNXHMrcWFzc_UhHuIlmvVJmM3IF2KlXqqLCkXipEQ4pSrynRWWhv8r8ER0rPRHAy6XcEXm8GAeyghF_4bb3zRYJ3" width="240" /></a></div><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Detective Segreto takes a few more shots</b> as Vitale maps out the area
again in greater detail. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He kneels and points out the additional
footprints - one a distinct pair of chunky heels that he didn't remember
from the initial report. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Detective Vitale remembers the message saying that the two specials were
going to be checking out this area as well. "Those track. I had someone
out here from records." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Segreto nods. If he says so. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Vitale points with his phone. "While they are up at the house, we'll
circle around the garage and then head up to meet them after. Once we
check in, we'll --" His phone beeps and he's hopeful that it's the
specials, but it's the office. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"Your magic prints came in. They have a
name and photo." Vitale smiles and clicks the image before reading the
rest of the message. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjYd8g3uDUXn1cneYSUL-uObeWWerp7EneQytewJsxgyjawDyvVby4xeDC3qgOm4JdmWQ1tqKQ-i4_vTK6hA_w-vRIC6SR7aYjQ1wJ6hCCxqH1RVONrx175iv7qZzQaJkzECySrZ53yfJgG3FsBU0lzw6XDqOgxTZ2citdTHna6TvD_IezsGllghNCZEnCU" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjYd8g3uDUXn1cneYSUL-uObeWWerp7EneQytewJsxgyjawDyvVby4xeDC3qgOm4JdmWQ1tqKQ-i4_vTK6hA_w-vRIC6SR7aYjQ1wJ6hCCxqH1RVONrx175iv7qZzQaJkzECySrZ53yfJgG3FsBU0lzw6XDqOgxTZ2citdTHna6TvD_IezsGllghNCZEnCU" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhAT1YDgJp9Oa5jg8V6G-HwHPT1D3J2w5NywW0cd3saXtbkGgLbcVwiwXJen4fwdb51QH92rY8XvnpGnZjR8-rr75s49PcfspalMlUWxfn49Tz9LoXZWENm5rPOc2O3UoD4aMG385XcujXZhT2lCtWAHPbDGchVun0BOS8UC-V-QP05W0dUBU4SLJpyyya5" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhAT1YDgJp9Oa5jg8V6G-HwHPT1D3J2w5NywW0cd3saXtbkGgLbcVwiwXJen4fwdb51QH92rY8XvnpGnZjR8-rr75s49PcfspalMlUWxfn49Tz9LoXZWENm5rPOc2O3UoD4aMG385XcujXZhT2lCtWAHPbDGchVun0BOS8UC-V-QP05W0dUBU4SLJpyyya5=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">An image of Danuta Szymańska fills the screen. Vitale takes it in, then
shows Segreto. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiqNM4aWv6XXCsvkwuPH2K2-AcgYer5xIfZsvGb0ERYR1qhZKMALoiNIipxeqjY3FHkoAFJn9MvPTTxtM6I-3ovJ2lljcn4m4_nRToArHkzvD9EkO3-8eXM6yoI1XUMw1EEN8zc-e1A7eOKoAxW-EibWsa3g8QUHjlUaBeUJVGXGGZ_S5gr-46tQ4gju0jO" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiqNM4aWv6XXCsvkwuPH2K2-AcgYer5xIfZsvGb0ERYR1qhZKMALoiNIipxeqjY3FHkoAFJn9MvPTTxtM6I-3ovJ2lljcn4m4_nRToArHkzvD9EkO3-8eXM6yoI1XUMw1EEN8zc-e1A7eOKoAxW-EibWsa3g8QUHjlUaBeUJVGXGGZ_S5gr-46tQ4gju0jO" width="240" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Detective Segreto nods and leaves out his thoughts about how hot she is
and how big her breasts are. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"Matches Migretti's initial description.
Are we happy? Do we have a residence?" </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Vitale flips back to the message. He reads, then frowns letting a small
series of curse words escape his lips. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> "Sir?" </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Vitale reads out the message. Country of origin, Height, age of 34, last
known address, then "Danuta Szymańska reported deceased December 2021 -
Civitella San Paolo - Fire." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjVucwpsAZQQXC49BGzL9ue8oHhW41PcBAOjSqA0zzbGMTOSheuADFJ0GqXQNpFxFJ7cNtJGz1oWkrr5jR7dylV-MD5jXYIEPEJnpstpbUyiE0gV6P0eRDPCAsmHoL4EX0rLM1pVbpumeiwxR0gx9k7eooG6-3ilFp-gbe5s_nkxLbrq_EUM01J1bqOVScq" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjVucwpsAZQQXC49BGzL9ue8oHhW41PcBAOjSqA0zzbGMTOSheuADFJ0GqXQNpFxFJ7cNtJGz1oWkrr5jR7dylV-MD5jXYIEPEJnpstpbUyiE0gV6P0eRDPCAsmHoL4EX0rLM1pVbpumeiwxR0gx9k7eooG6-3ilFp-gbe5s_nkxLbrq_EUM01J1bqOVScq" width="240" /></a></div><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Detective Segreto thinks, then whispers urgently, "We have to get back
to the office. I need to check something right now." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">___________________<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhEas9WIPfOcaBdRcxrxwnLGrToN-q2ntK0_5J5wy7TEC8lQZLQcSPuwx36nbzFFL1kb2I9vUPE6O22L0uCDNrl9wz3_ZsEdMzZo7xljSSmni1oLtHdhwMgDmBd-Ip90zjqtB6cx029faxYYo-SnLmMrTNlvZcOrFCa1kDkbSz7FlnWiKWVBwT1rYfLGjlc" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhEas9WIPfOcaBdRcxrxwnLGrToN-q2ntK0_5J5wy7TEC8lQZLQcSPuwx36nbzFFL1kb2I9vUPE6O22L0uCDNrl9wz3_ZsEdMzZo7xljSSmni1oLtHdhwMgDmBd-Ip90zjqtB6cx029faxYYo-SnLmMrTNlvZcOrFCa1kDkbSz7FlnWiKWVBwT1rYfLGjlc=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">🐍
Perfect. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> Like a well choreographed dance, Chelsea Bruni nailed it. And just in
time. She was sure those two model IA agents were after her and her
sloppy crap. But now? Now that she was the super sleuth that found the
horror room? They'd HAVE to leave her be now. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> That room. Danuta Szymańska's grotesquery. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">She had laughed inside when
the men saw what she had done to the man in the room. Took them ages to
find his penis. Danuta Szymańska had style, she'd give her that. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The Chief watches. More perfection. He smiles at Bruni and Bruni waves
and smiles back as the photographer's camera clicks. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Perfect.
Front page news. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Detective Chelsea Bruni was walking on clouds. Nothing could stop her
now.
Right? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhAt3an4fMRs5QPCBIB_rxbbjZYUY_vlisHuaq7fDdLXCKZS7aukDZNaYUopZLVOqvkB1r62jHVYOC7eyMhZOu-R5_Uy9o9AINbsqiAj8MDD54aZEfo8I7HbLtBjJBnd2vMB1VOeRXityFUl795fCxNqPCI8Nw6OBsakW52PNUBU6tfRMhfg26Q9lAMAcxF" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhAt3an4fMRs5QPCBIB_rxbbjZYUY_vlisHuaq7fDdLXCKZS7aukDZNaYUopZLVOqvkB1r62jHVYOC7eyMhZOu-R5_Uy9o9AINbsqiAj8MDD54aZEfo8I7HbLtBjJBnd2vMB1VOeRXityFUl795fCxNqPCI8Nw6OBsakW52PNUBU6tfRMhfg26Q9lAMAcxF=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Hunt 01</b> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Detective Segreto and Detective Vitale head away from Daniele
Villanueva's place at speed minutes before Chelsea Bruni makes her
miracle find there. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Segreto is practically bouncing in his seat and
declines both saying more and lunch, which makes Vitale turn on his
flashers and drive back even faster. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh8S6asVTyIacSfRSJpl7Ue1a6Sb2essB2shupNzZl7Jy1uAPLmMqNT7ElRjuqy-ZaKVgQ3zUKLwowdlpcUq-msMubRFFV_iLrJp-iUUq5XrYg6u5UnPlGz3rkRLYUmLcUoXIZTqqc10Cu4Xo68nCM9MA3na6oXqEmYICDtaqQBDkTsiVWoRRn8qYkxuliX" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh8S6asVTyIacSfRSJpl7Ue1a6Sb2essB2shupNzZl7Jy1uAPLmMqNT7ElRjuqy-ZaKVgQ3zUKLwowdlpcUq-msMubRFFV_iLrJp-iUUq5XrYg6u5UnPlGz3rkRLYUmLcUoXIZTqqc10Cu4Xo68nCM9MA3na6oXqEmYICDtaqQBDkTsiVWoRRn8qYkxuliX" width="320" /></a></div><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Once back, they head to Vitale's office stopping by Segreto's desk for a
few files first. Vitale locks the door as Segreto spreads out the
papers and files. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"Ok...ok..." He calms down. "Ok...I love puzzles, right? Well...I had
one and I had no reason to connect the dots until the news about Danuta
Szymańska." He points to the papers. "Villa Morelli. Multiple homicides
including children," he crosses himself, "...of people with no crime
connections, various extreme violence and ritualistic symbols. Gun found
at the scene - no prints." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"Ok...Villanueva. Death of Villanueva - a civilian with no direct ties
to organized crime, ritualistic symbols at the scene, witness saying a
woman was with her, witness dies in an extremely violent and strange
way, yes?"
Vitale nods following. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjGxBqSOjkFl3BlJcFgAhC3kqHqLFFP_DsZPL2eyHyhGZZttfE0rlmht9HRXvNRtcxUVl_hFmEzjuc6776b26dofpWNDr7wscO01L1QUJtsASGm8l351rTJNRqdd2h4rcmUpp4jW5s8EfPQdoxU_tWAUSUEhN7Ur3oV85tuKw-j5RpJJIEyljvIuhoRa6Hj" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjGxBqSOjkFl3BlJcFgAhC3kqHqLFFP_DsZPL2eyHyhGZZttfE0rlmht9HRXvNRtcxUVl_hFmEzjuc6776b26dofpWNDr7wscO01L1QUJtsASGm8l351rTJNRqdd2h4rcmUpp4jW5s8EfPQdoxU_tWAUSUEhN7Ur3oV85tuKw-j5RpJJIEyljvIuhoRa6Hj" width="320" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />Segreto slaps Vitale's chest excitedly and doesn't even notice Vitale
frown for a moment. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgdzX3cehHBrywKwa9XYfTELxEx7Ak_S8q4UQIZ_5CbD2vDs9qOe6wRmsCTyrHYlhDwRbl1ohMBFGsh5hnxzSSja8la4dofuawsWkXFwNnm79pjhCKB3Lc31UnzlRMan_uqxeV6-Jxq1HB2_qC_OwTX5i8mojFYJ1IqhQOA2lxw1fSjm-7vvYHFHngZ7r-E" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgdzX3cehHBrywKwa9XYfTELxEx7Ak_S8q4UQIZ_5CbD2vDs9qOe6wRmsCTyrHYlhDwRbl1ohMBFGsh5hnxzSSja8la4dofuawsWkXFwNnm79pjhCKB3Lc31UnzlRMan_uqxeV6-Jxq1HB2_qC_OwTX5i8mojFYJ1IqhQOA2lxw1fSjm-7vvYHFHngZ7r-E" width="320" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Hunt 02</b> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"NOW we have Danuta Szymańska. Prints at the Villanueva scene even
though she was reported dead in December 2021. In a FIRE in Civitella
San Paolo." Segreto hands Vitale a photo. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjpPdo1ZYtDbEVmiBwN747qTO7pxg7RWR8giTnB-Vtc0vBOk933aEjkzKGbF6yM7CrG72vqj_WSz_4M_53ti-mF46lzcBiXfXaKIC6ZAGZYZ2eWpu2Ko6eFSEkDJfHqHBTCYF2M7kMZvxT5l7288IH8VKiCmq1zKpXbvgw0x8TqmAOzdbwYL4VvmULUbAFe" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjpPdo1ZYtDbEVmiBwN747qTO7pxg7RWR8giTnB-Vtc0vBOk933aEjkzKGbF6yM7CrG72vqj_WSz_4M_53ti-mF46lzcBiXfXaKIC6ZAGZYZ2eWpu2Ko6eFSEkDJfHqHBTCYF2M7kMZvxT5l7288IH8VKiCmq1zKpXbvgw0x8TqmAOzdbwYL4VvmULUbAFe" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgyCqW7JsL9HGZeyhEKHQ26h_UKwza4-oSxHFS5jqnXlW4ZhuDvheou3qSfrp8gN3arIsWMG-U0tQsn6Ef82ptKcgQgc3Y9_LVxneHCGamb4QaqzdpU51ZeYs2R4TlUtmJiKeN0C-XorJ9JkNHuPIZBrzd9cg6OigTdhCn114qOu266TaVeeRu7ceP73t4V" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1079" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgyCqW7JsL9HGZeyhEKHQ26h_UKwza4-oSxHFS5jqnXlW4ZhuDvheou3qSfrp8gN3arIsWMG-U0tQsn6Ef82ptKcgQgc3Y9_LVxneHCGamb4QaqzdpU51ZeYs2R4TlUtmJiKeN0C-XorJ9JkNHuPIZBrzd9cg6OigTdhCn114qOu266TaVeeRu7ceP73t4V" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"Looks like a picture of Hell." Vitale frowns. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"A building in Civitella San Paolo...December 2021. Casa dei dannati is
what they call it now." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"House of the Damned?" Vitale frowns. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> Segreto nods. "Place is still sitting there burned out because no one
will work on it. Why?" He knows better than to wait. "Because they say
it's cursed. Haunted. Satanic. That they saw demons in the fire the
night it burned. Things crawling out of the flames." He taps the report.
"Ritualistic symbols were found in the basement before the fire
inspectors RAN out of there." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhEooEln4YJTJ5rFzfof6yh3zJKlRQ92slNHoCq_6UyQhfxlKhn8cZvNlooIbY9I66S4w-lLnE9mmNn6_rTZjdmXM-vM38_quZR4yfH8KIetWpSvqPIAiXPukCExJtfpmoJHOCbSmPpz9yVlR2vW2xHBwizb9hjWRaTw0-MFMsPg9dnXNLq7Gls3hF_7qOo" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhEooEln4YJTJ5rFzfof6yh3zJKlRQ92slNHoCq_6UyQhfxlKhn8cZvNlooIbY9I66S4w-lLnE9mmNn6_rTZjdmXM-vM38_quZR4yfH8KIetWpSvqPIAiXPukCExJtfpmoJHOCbSmPpz9yVlR2vW2xHBwizb9hjWRaTw0-MFMsPg9dnXNLq7Gls3hF_7qOo" width="320" /></a></div><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Vitale stares. The events of the last few days have rekindled his drive,
but they have also made stories about demons crawling out of fires less
than desirable.
"Ok...you're with me on this. I want the symbols from all three scenes
gathered. I want to know any and all connections between the victims in
all three scenes. We get all info on Szymańska and what she was doing in
Civitella San Paolo. And...I want checks on the areas AROUND Civitella
San Paolo to see if any other crimes of this nature were reported.
Clear?" </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"Crystal, La Pantera...uh...Sir." Segreto clears his throat. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Vitale likes the slip, but doesn't mention it. "And...we tell no one
yet." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> "Bruni?" </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"No. Not even Detective Bruni. Not yet." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiOmIsnyUyujl8zqOjgc0W3O9R-ugeJLIhhxYRpulNepJm8xIfechiC54yI2kBVlUGaHbG4iJaa79H-jseIs-FHsUUDSzP6UjvAU2wYnmww25nrd0YEw0056xRoq6_xiaDyM5R9iwyiItTfZ2UdLnMhzE0PJMMfPsmIppM3dTnCyBE-rPAbrwutwxDpSYYd" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiOmIsnyUyujl8zqOjgc0W3O9R-ugeJLIhhxYRpulNepJm8xIfechiC54yI2kBVlUGaHbG4iJaa79H-jseIs-FHsUUDSzP6UjvAU2wYnmww25nrd0YEw0056xRoq6_xiaDyM5R9iwyiItTfZ2UdLnMhzE0PJMMfPsmIppM3dTnCyBE-rPAbrwutwxDpSYYd" width="320" /></a></div><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Segreto salutes and heads out of the office. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Vitale stares at the clues again.
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> <br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgfvwaddOK2Dzm3v8kB-i2kv-qNtXx-xPQVO01DY6zfVE-YveBl_XyJTWDQr5E7EDWsK1Vb7SBf8kwH97lN5dJmXOtwUpIN6Ffag9KfEF7Qz2e9QvBWSqJrZjJ4ECSHEymPbW7-Fj7yWizqLd3tx9ZvFcuMs5jCoWfAaeSCf8tCKPDtThnH-5s9BluUe7iV" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgfvwaddOK2Dzm3v8kB-i2kv-qNtXx-xPQVO01DY6zfVE-YveBl_XyJTWDQr5E7EDWsK1Vb7SBf8kwH97lN5dJmXOtwUpIN6Ffag9KfEF7Qz2e9QvBWSqJrZjJ4ECSHEymPbW7-Fj7yWizqLd3tx9ZvFcuMs5jCoWfAaeSCf8tCKPDtThnH-5s9BluUe7iV=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> ______________________</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> <br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Opal regroups with Fabrizia after a highly successful mini-concert at
the CUPPA coffee house and a major save at the Cinco De Mayo event held by WDAL. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Fabrizia
was going to set up the tour dates, but Opal requested the regroup
meeting first. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Stalling, Fabrizia thinks. Not wanting to do another and have it fail. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Opal stares around the house. "Wow, man. This place is amazing!" She
smiles. "You rich or something?" </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEifkbj0j_RR5-LFjoZCvK9WtI3Xrzdt39xGn73UhnkBShIej4dSbsLvZVthZQu8kExeRy45ZtW5NO1k6drJKhaF-gUZbPVLhkwrwpjzDiFWDheBqTXyyI7y9LnwsL97q_pJterVGHfdsLp6cCZTpXw1aD7IqpARx9yTrh3gW0Nk2Vrp5NM5W2BO81bnF0Q1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEifkbj0j_RR5-LFjoZCvK9WtI3Xrzdt39xGn73UhnkBShIej4dSbsLvZVthZQu8kExeRy45ZtW5NO1k6drJKhaF-gUZbPVLhkwrwpjzDiFWDheBqTXyyI7y9LnwsL97q_pJterVGHfdsLp6cCZTpXw1aD7IqpARx9yTrh3gW0Nk2Vrp5NM5W2BO81bnF0Q1=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"Well...we have a little money," Fabrizia says in her silky voice. "My
sister and I live here. Our Aunt..." She's choked up for a moment
remembering the odd conversation with Jennifer Lee and Vanda's outburst
when the paperwork came from Sicurezza Perfetta requesting that she stay
out of Italy. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Opal winces. "Sorry. I was just stickin' a boot in where it didn't
belong." Opal watches as Fabrizia's head sinks. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhykH5G_ix1aA7LibxmlMYtg3hRkR4Hpwz9_QYmSJcGtO96BcNUYV8_pyf4pxUA6KJOrcdoE4mHI69zZuGuro1SGsBicBHBlN0iQb2Jy1xtwrKhNUJBALe2zhhj7srHCcWOnABxU507n8ADL2_eK0Pu0q71O2sz5htCbyQzouWf2B-98WKzCrbPOpvPiJJX" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhykH5G_ix1aA7LibxmlMYtg3hRkR4Hpwz9_QYmSJcGtO96BcNUYV8_pyf4pxUA6KJOrcdoE4mHI69zZuGuro1SGsBicBHBlN0iQb2Jy1xtwrKhNUJBALe2zhhj7srHCcWOnABxU507n8ADL2_eK0Pu0q71O2sz5htCbyQzouWf2B-98WKzCrbPOpvPiJJX" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi-IkEJCsgtZivQoHjp9Kg-ffEX8TMSv3wlxOCHWdl7UZl3ms8u7wdlOiVSDbc2o915CRgd1lJCUetdTM0n_IxLAQqxszUqgo70HR6is9s3jYva6S7vTYdW_QKIu_5dcPZ7nbBpsWZBlWa66RxG0XfxVDvq1f-6GsPOjX2DE1PElA5uhNGS-yxdygxAwyP5" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi-IkEJCsgtZivQoHjp9Kg-ffEX8TMSv3wlxOCHWdl7UZl3ms8u7wdlOiVSDbc2o915CRgd1lJCUetdTM0n_IxLAQqxszUqgo70HR6is9s3jYva6S7vTYdW_QKIu_5dcPZ7nbBpsWZBlWa66RxG0XfxVDvq1f-6GsPOjX2DE1PElA5uhNGS-yxdygxAwyP5" width="240" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> "No...it's ok. Things are just...a bit strange right now. My Aunt passed
away this year and...it's been hard." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiQ5u6KOoRHCzgSPvoOw0JYt-WdqEd2L9iv75omiPIkzt6eZq9hG1LQlU17dJUiUC5KpyMr_LeAeIquKAKFkM-OkOMAe0K-M-rX415BXy5QOsDQzUHwmqRXaTBl1hQ2N9xP8e_2zrVtkwRQw2PDgEZyDigcSuu3Q2YD3RrmnF5EvqVv56ysBdVGu6RwrQCp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiQ5u6KOoRHCzgSPvoOw0JYt-WdqEd2L9iv75omiPIkzt6eZq9hG1LQlU17dJUiUC5KpyMr_LeAeIquKAKFkM-OkOMAe0K-M-rX415BXy5QOsDQzUHwmqRXaTBl1hQ2N9xP8e_2zrVtkwRQw2PDgEZyDigcSuu3Q2YD3RrmnF5EvqVv56ysBdVGu6RwrQCp=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"Well...maybe you working on those additional tour dates will be a good
thing? Keep your mind off things? Is that Ashland Oregon gig still
available?" </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Fabrizia smiles. "I'll check." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">_________________________________<br /></div><br /><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p></p>malcoJOJOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12362522805988503279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8386728540021864055.post-74532579335131560102024-03-04T10:41:00.000-08:002024-03-06T11:15:37.797-08:00The Italy Crossover - 2022 - PART 02<p> Part 02 of the Italy Crossover</p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj8pK33IrSvxLltjhhcCbLe-2Da_Qkcq-OJyGaztBaqCvBEpx1vbXj5EWprDq3IMRBOHxTysJ030wjv_ObGAMzCxVlop10KTH2Mgg7X7JFdkRH1POKH1bsh62kCK_YLjemB9z23WaxvMMeNQnbXTTeC1_TYJDKWBwOzQOqPPC2WZgMNtDy0H4xJGURRZ0XP" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj8pK33IrSvxLltjhhcCbLe-2Da_Qkcq-OJyGaztBaqCvBEpx1vbXj5EWprDq3IMRBOHxTysJ030wjv_ObGAMzCxVlop10KTH2Mgg7X7JFdkRH1POKH1bsh62kCK_YLjemB9z23WaxvMMeNQnbXTTeC1_TYJDKWBwOzQOqPPC2WZgMNtDy0H4xJGURRZ0XP=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p><b>Check in 01</b> </p><p> "Detective Bruni." </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjl8Kd-ySmOw8q0-Fkc25GMEEeH1JrS14Rg1E6v7VUZfZARY0GFPGnKe5jpGc-TKQ1aIhjjjF76GU7ist-WRekq8NLWqpszzivSHmTz6djynfpCyNujjDlwBhi8wqoiYjRbmkDbIXlsyrDATC4n0MaUXOXsPKFm3jYzYXMQF5O8caTsVvTQpi0WGPcFIH-i" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjl8Kd-ySmOw8q0-Fkc25GMEEeH1JrS14Rg1E6v7VUZfZARY0GFPGnKe5jpGc-TKQ1aIhjjjF76GU7ist-WRekq8NLWqpszzivSHmTz6djynfpCyNujjDlwBhi8wqoiYjRbmkDbIXlsyrDATC4n0MaUXOXsPKFm3jYzYXMQF5O8caTsVvTQpi0WGPcFIH-i" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p> </p><p> "Detective Vitale." Chelsea smiles. "I heard you followed up on that
witness? You could have waited for me." </p><p>Vitale slips into his role. "Oh...well...I wasn't sure it was anything
when I went and I knew you were busy. Turns out it was mostly nothing."
He flips a mental coin wondering, then says, "But, he did see someone
leaving the Villanueva residence the night of the murder." He sighs.
"However, he was in a bad way and smelled of wine and more. I'm not
sure he'll be the best witness." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi1sEoB6Rl87DC2ngw6KbT_Mh8yMi7GxuV6Vksg6w1_PpKuO0f0XwTdV11C9ZsamFSHaJrLgkRNmI8VO1Lhm5GPLSwYFCTCJhSWWOck6lROq42jb5CI_RecsgwmhMUeczSuLveUsbqDhrA7WrnSXZlmqLuZkZbHVgFpgyqpQ7rqQ218FdTyunKb_qVkBO6E" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi1sEoB6Rl87DC2ngw6KbT_Mh8yMi7GxuV6Vksg6w1_PpKuO0f0XwTdV11C9ZsamFSHaJrLgkRNmI8VO1Lhm5GPLSwYFCTCJhSWWOck6lROq42jb5CI_RecsgwmhMUeczSuLveUsbqDhrA7WrnSXZlmqLuZkZbHVgFpgyqpQ7rqQ218FdTyunKb_qVkBO6E" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p> Chelsea wanders over to the cabinet absently. "But it's something. Did
you get him to come in for a full statement?" </p><p>"Oh..uh..." he stammers and thinks to himself, "I was just trying to
keep him away from you." </p><p>Chelsea sighs. "Never mind. I'll have Segreto do it. You got most of it
right this time at least." </p><p>Vitale manages to give a weak smile.
Chelsea thinks she sees something in his eyes. A softness. Maybe Elke's
little perfume trick was working after all. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj8jf6_rmhTTVCyXAfGaTn_K17Z9eGEx21qWYI-VGKLbLwECP72KlyrAcoQQq2gDdlrLxsvLnEgaXe9-RV0AxAnssqkNzeZsJ9G9J96vsQ8MkC_n1zm1lv0bQ-dtyp_NEdx3EtnRpKWR-n9tZlGdkJHm2hLmakuEtZuyrYZaZ38n_d1INeqgp5XYMoqfFHK" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj8jf6_rmhTTVCyXAfGaTn_K17Z9eGEx21qWYI-VGKLbLwECP72KlyrAcoQQq2gDdlrLxsvLnEgaXe9-RV0AxAnssqkNzeZsJ9G9J96vsQ8MkC_n1zm1lv0bQ-dtyp_NEdx3EtnRpKWR-n9tZlGdkJHm2hLmakuEtZuyrYZaZ38n_d1INeqgp5XYMoqfFHK" width="320" /></a></div><br /><b> Check in 02</b> <p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi1FIRVK-xj8JVb2qBJcYsU-KdaOvJoJgmMNxZ5lFUh4WAJW3VUJ3_9oFUjVBORdsomSGb_VI8CX-_zO1Qfcoi1eZHwZ-uPVoK9oLcmkehZJV1QkZ4xEyJf6dAq5T4RxTKs8MLcLoLtOJv5C6IlMbuTgLvHIq91jqfgqtbZ1I70peEFWX9QAF1berJ2oS2M" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi1FIRVK-xj8JVb2qBJcYsU-KdaOvJoJgmMNxZ5lFUh4WAJW3VUJ3_9oFUjVBORdsomSGb_VI8CX-_zO1Qfcoi1eZHwZ-uPVoK9oLcmkehZJV1QkZ4xEyJf6dAq5T4RxTKs8MLcLoLtOJv5C6IlMbuTgLvHIq91jqfgqtbZ1I70peEFWX9QAF1berJ2oS2M" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Vitale remembers the Chief's words and sprinkles the breadcrumbs. "Good
news, though. It sounds like the Swedes are going to be here to help out
soon. Chief said - " </p><p> "They're from f^cking Finland, Vitale. Check your little book. You wrote
it down there, remember?" Chelsea growls. </p><p>"Damn - right." He nods as Chelsea heads for the door. </p><p>"Go home, Vitale. It's late." She reaches for the handle thinking that
Vitale will not be someone she needs to worry about, the idiot. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjLyv1WlseYCFUgM0h0OBBsfnY7xzQgJLmBU1wKL-ITwJALQslyb-oz72U-IziZLtBszh0kTt9Z0CakkGPhUSsHUjaO57xo0sG-XHM8URtc5CwMNkyJK7DnqNpzb54TMD_UN2jrIDc1zTcecCA_7azPqlW5mCs-YjT_RxGj-jf8PbdVKRDnSUmI-WYZ3-ib" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjLyv1WlseYCFUgM0h0OBBsfnY7xzQgJLmBU1wKL-ITwJALQslyb-oz72U-IziZLtBszh0kTt9Z0CakkGPhUSsHUjaO57xo0sG-XHM8URtc5CwMNkyJK7DnqNpzb54TMD_UN2jrIDc1zTcecCA_7azPqlW5mCs-YjT_RxGj-jf8PbdVKRDnSUmI-WYZ3-ib" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"Dinner? On me? We have not gone out in a while." Vitale smiles.
"Partner." </p><p> "I can't tonight." She thinks, moving metal chess pieces in her mind.
Being seen buddy buddy with Vitale might be a good thing down the line.
"Tomorrow?" </p><p>"Great. You pick the place. We can go after work." </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjO3UnKNu4IXCDu5cMgnhOLMmcG3iJ_iErjMdX4Ix7GSkxfhG627g5u2vdjHapgby_0RRJ0uEjoofttuGVuQmOUojwapCR27TosuKNFpLWWLBC2clQ_q2xO1P8HPFK41NxG9Y2XB2tNIeVrIY7nIx6EiWC_7aKF8hUCp0lLu5rdAJ7z_RefCiMZhA1bCXQ-" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjO3UnKNu4IXCDu5cMgnhOLMmcG3iJ_iErjMdX4Ix7GSkxfhG627g5u2vdjHapgby_0RRJ0uEjoofttuGVuQmOUojwapCR27TosuKNFpLWWLBC2clQ_q2xO1P8HPFK41NxG9Y2XB2tNIeVrIY7nIx6EiWC_7aKF8hUCp0lLu5rdAJ7z_RefCiMZhA1bCXQ-" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p> </p><p>"And your wife?" She smiles. </p><p> "It's a work thing. Right?" He smiles. </p><p>"Right." Chelsea smiles back. "Night." She heads out of the office. </p><p>Vitale's smile drops from his face like a stone and he whispers,
"Friend's close, enemies closer." </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiKQRFbpvbX8RJYsI7XtB5w9DNDiHIRreGM4sICKDxdgk5MtTAbtVYv6TqvJwLgrY47utPFd0WHnKtrOeNGh8FRTLxwMoymHwFBSePNbUf9LkXF-5GKcxedA0JDHmYZZFwbZfVFbOg2h1-5TO70ztXlrDPQa5hbPkj7w8nGeBpbVAeRvMMrhytl3O5cGpiS" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiKQRFbpvbX8RJYsI7XtB5w9DNDiHIRreGM4sICKDxdgk5MtTAbtVYv6TqvJwLgrY47utPFd0WHnKtrOeNGh8FRTLxwMoymHwFBSePNbUf9LkXF-5GKcxedA0JDHmYZZFwbZfVFbOg2h1-5TO70ztXlrDPQa5hbPkj7w8nGeBpbVAeRvMMrhytl3O5cGpiS" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p>________</p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgUmgvp3fPb3K3yAyvrTsPmnQ0fQXI8NcAvU23R1zsntChN13WdkLsQGLlLnJLb27rrMWz1ljJ833mcOo1rmI6OYnjB3QuuAn0KoH9bmj-dwQVotjv_GtukOwhZ0c-86id3CSOD4KLhQ8U9KRuAQq2IVsCg6p-9bTgktsBZ9qORF3fdUU-EpixUFrCqle5p" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgUmgvp3fPb3K3yAyvrTsPmnQ0fQXI8NcAvU23R1zsntChN13WdkLsQGLlLnJLb27rrMWz1ljJ833mcOo1rmI6OYnjB3QuuAn0KoH9bmj-dwQVotjv_GtukOwhZ0c-86id3CSOD4KLhQ8U9KRuAQq2IVsCg6p-9bTgktsBZ9qORF3fdUU-EpixUFrCqle5p" width="240" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p><b>Torben Jørgersen sits in his home writing.</b> He keeps finding more information to feed to Cindy Slater in the United States. There's an urgency to the whole of it. Plus with Severina gone, it helps to fill the lonely void that he feels lost in. </p><p>A bell tinkles at the window, then another by the front door, then another in a back room. He feels the air change. A shift in pressure. He whispers an incantation, but feels the power leave it as soon as it's cast. He looks around for his cane...his ritual knife...but they are missing. </p><p>"No..." he looks to the floor as the premonition reels around in his head. Then he hears the light footsteps approaching from the hall. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj4gpaJYqYe6f-MlqWh5iegcs6OEkNiu-Xcvz-YjcUI6KkfTBh8ejy65H2FXXyyPwDIwWk6DC84SpMfcolXSNk9zZ2-q1u02qIAlw7vFSemhLyKhIymjSU_vsIBQ82-JHR7_aO6CK7ctSvR373oF6QC89h9psp5QLE3imEffewWDXgnf74vflGNSJ1Uv_gv" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj4gpaJYqYe6f-MlqWh5iegcs6OEkNiu-Xcvz-YjcUI6KkfTBh8ejy65H2FXXyyPwDIwWk6DC84SpMfcolXSNk9zZ2-q1u02qIAlw7vFSemhLyKhIymjSU_vsIBQ82-JHR7_aO6CK7ctSvR373oF6QC89h9psp5QLE3imEffewWDXgnf74vflGNSJ1Uv_gv=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"Torben Jørgersen...I have come to release you from your sorrow." The voice is deep. A mix of accents taint the broken Norwegian. </p><p>Torben tries another curse to buy time. He whispers it, then shouts it. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjPEbJQjW0ncfRxScKp1keaQ11ldMKyH1iwBfePm9XC7CK5myQ9Hfs2UABkR-Mm6w1ts8Feb_eQbj4uM5A1BXHkDdp6oA75DLZqmAKrgcXUjdcFwdFhhk8fK95VI1SBnpiOtvCA61BIwNlcQkrZO3H9piaXKE51FkuMPSo8V8JNBAhquY5bzeGrPFXZPYVZ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjPEbJQjW0ncfRxScKp1keaQ11ldMKyH1iwBfePm9XC7CK5myQ9Hfs2UABkR-Mm6w1ts8Feb_eQbj4uM5A1BXHkDdp6oA75DLZqmAKrgcXUjdcFwdFhhk8fK95VI1SBnpiOtvCA61BIwNlcQkrZO3H9piaXKE51FkuMPSo8V8JNBAhquY5bzeGrPFXZPYVZ" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Danuta Szymańska grins a wicked grin. "Do you think Morte Bianca would send me here unarmed, Jørgersen? I may not be able to match your magic...but she knows a few things about dampening power." She lifts the wood she found out back and rests it on her shoulder. "I'm not going to use magic to remove you from this world, old man." </p><p>Torben starts to shake. "Please." He looks for something. Anything. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhJ7YX6rhdnCgU7osOEPy3a2hL68AtTOuBWbc9kYCX2N8xz5FV-p5cEXj95dY3Yw9K9xpFdzKu8CGohO_5VmTyNdv2oEMtTtFyjMyj8r4byV2fMfY_AF6WtmEFeXEXmgHzXWAEmVlmdfC_YBvt_UiKygTzICqRJKzZsyn-Tcw7fh6282JORBV6SyjuGdlAd" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhJ7YX6rhdnCgU7osOEPy3a2hL68AtTOuBWbc9kYCX2N8xz5FV-p5cEXj95dY3Yw9K9xpFdzKu8CGohO_5VmTyNdv2oEMtTtFyjMyj8r4byV2fMfY_AF6WtmEFeXEXmgHzXWAEmVlmdfC_YBvt_UiKygTzICqRJKzZsyn-Tcw7fh6282JORBV6SyjuGdlAd" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg3gFus1-Zoa2NdHoqs39V3T64u0UDFQiFjoRDL8Y87eNdPUIUXQbYOdicj6OmyEDZ8LWjHOI3G-1hnI-BLSWjEWWV0bfJjUEJSRFm5TuTUaay4yEMmrzpKs3hefjqvdNW9-gLLCEsF057A1xjCbfgu1fiFmVfKjFq0hR59Qf4SDhotSoeSVOo2di-qW2zG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg3gFus1-Zoa2NdHoqs39V3T64u0UDFQiFjoRDL8Y87eNdPUIUXQbYOdicj6OmyEDZ8LWjHOI3G-1hnI-BLSWjEWWV0bfJjUEJSRFm5TuTUaay4yEMmrzpKs3hefjqvdNW9-gLLCEsF057A1xjCbfgu1fiFmVfKjFq0hR59Qf4SDhotSoeSVOo2di-qW2zG" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"Should have kept secrets secret," she says as she moves towards him and lifts the wood high before bringing it down on his skull.</p><p>_______________</p><p> </p><p><b>once_upon_a_time_in_finland - May 20, 2022</b></p><p><b></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiYk11gRmx4OEi7Lqi8D3sqBwH_uZ5UTAk9RJEYOrQChMAaXYibIi3YF0OQTazQU7smJgmeqAuOXo_RA-qUA7Zeh24T1Zu5Ny3CgKF5syGxBMEipqViZlL1XFHrWP9vre1fFP-rZV-mVaQSligV5G4latmjM-2-nRMPBDsQYK44W9ZQl3sHHYOHuZfXllZI" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1832" data-original-width="1724" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiYk11gRmx4OEi7Lqi8D3sqBwH_uZ5UTAk9RJEYOrQChMAaXYibIi3YF0OQTazQU7smJgmeqAuOXo_RA-qUA7Zeh24T1Zu5Ny3CgKF5syGxBMEipqViZlL1XFHrWP9vre1fFP-rZV-mVaQSligV5G4latmjM-2-nRMPBDsQYK44W9ZQl3sHHYOHuZfXllZI=w377-h400" width="377" /></a></b></div><b><br /></b><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><br />At the lunchtime they force themselves out. Not feeling any appetite after being invested in their bloody cases but both know they need some energy to keep going.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj5M5QIGtUvpqgllNMsJIhkGOL-VikPR2x1Trzvoz3E_inqiR3XwHBd6MnshzVza-VZIMSvwVuh6U9NQnVrO5Swk5o8ds1ojpi3zos9P8p_nnSnOrAU4BK3MgfyRQmgimSs9HuT66QM1UTo4K2tyNTaIO0YYV9GvJBrEqcql1mzCnN12hQHpu23fw4jBWXo" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1834" data-original-width="1732" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj5M5QIGtUvpqgllNMsJIhkGOL-VikPR2x1Trzvoz3E_inqiR3XwHBd6MnshzVza-VZIMSvwVuh6U9NQnVrO5Swk5o8ds1ojpi3zos9P8p_nnSnOrAU4BK3MgfyRQmgimSs9HuT66QM1UTo4K2tyNTaIO0YYV9GvJBrEqcql1mzCnN12hQHpu23fw4jBWXo" width="227" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiVIpNS4DfwH4tDSNvNThp21VEJ5jvWYlMKRr-5VkcaL5GuoqBWqxwrxmPvo9XYxk-gEl8rFYxuHSANwGCs-hearbV_WeGOjdcCClsqic-f995ev8mwxfL34Uic9fzN0qezmXlg1xZbsHMmOwEniKxT_fyT1zJSMCRquO35asW7AErdsj3YdzspiPvpMND0" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1832" data-original-width="1808" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiVIpNS4DfwH4tDSNvNThp21VEJ5jvWYlMKRr-5VkcaL5GuoqBWqxwrxmPvo9XYxk-gEl8rFYxuHSANwGCs-hearbV_WeGOjdcCClsqic-f995ev8mwxfL34Uic9fzN0qezmXlg1xZbsHMmOwEniKxT_fyT1zJSMCRquO35asW7AErdsj3YdzspiPvpMND0" width="237" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br />They head to Como's old town and walk past colourful playground. Tomas sees how Andrea looks at playing children. Her face is shadowed with deep thoughts and what looks like --sorrow? She hides that emotion quickly but it's not left unnoticed. This case affects her for sure and that is a slight surprise to Tomas. Andreea is usually so calm, mastering her emotions like a pro she is. <p></p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgAOpBJG6JyiXehZT564QZMLhTCRm-dWYbAD6NftjOt6DRsDhKJgK-psSBN7CWRu95nQ8YuUitaeShx61e2Mviuy031DulRZgy6tzq4Oz5YZbv5HXEAuFTDOATnmsSYvw__amz1OJNPN2iIk-R7pmFMK_Rndgsg46mzKw5x6mpYZJ68O4Ml1pVjb-j0KpVj" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1830" data-original-width="1708" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgAOpBJG6JyiXehZT564QZMLhTCRm-dWYbAD6NftjOt6DRsDhKJgK-psSBN7CWRu95nQ8YuUitaeShx61e2Mviuy031DulRZgy6tzq4Oz5YZbv5HXEAuFTDOATnmsSYvw__amz1OJNPN2iIk-R7pmFMK_Rndgsg46mzKw5x6mpYZJ68O4Ml1pVjb-j0KpVj=w373-h400" width="373" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p> You still buy fancy presents for her? Andreea smirks as they get farther to the city and it's her turn to observe her colleague.<br />– What are you talking about? Tomas raises his brow.<br />– You are watching the shop windows again.<br />– Like it would mean something, Tomas shakes his head.<br />– You always buy some luxury women’s wear before going back to Finland. You have done it for years. It means you have someone special at home.<br /><br />– Have you been following me? Tomas’s brows knit together as suspicion kicks in. – What do you want, Andreea?<br />– Nothing, Andreea shakes her head. – Call it a woman’s instinct? I just find it nice that a good man like you have someone waiting for you. Andreea smiles to Tomas and it's genuine open smile.</p><p>– Well. I don't have anymore.<br />– Things are that bad?<br />– If you love them you let them go, he replies sullenly.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjp8K-uj80XFBMnCZ4-WmMX84OXl3e617iriJrh11b0Hv-ebBbAgzYtfyYfMi4HBW1jX-ersTNvOfht-YdjXQyyh-yl4D0exJXNXp6Imrn4YeDDNIfjcvEX3OlleGRbz34q4UGzYN1vYgmYQrMaECT5Uty57LK-8kOftNXvWqQP9mY5M3FB7HtA8my8qq4i" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1760" data-original-width="1808" height="622" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjp8K-uj80XFBMnCZ4-WmMX84OXl3e617iriJrh11b0Hv-ebBbAgzYtfyYfMi4HBW1jX-ersTNvOfht-YdjXQyyh-yl4D0exJXNXp6Imrn4YeDDNIfjcvEX3OlleGRbz34q4UGzYN1vYgmYQrMaECT5Uty57LK-8kOftNXvWqQP9mY5M3FB7HtA8my8qq4i=w640-h622" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><br />Do you think she finds her way back? Andreea frowns.<br />– Perfect question. I have been thinking about that daily after she moved away. I hope so.<br /><br />Andreea draws smoke from her cigarette.<br />– Can I see her?<br />– Are we breaking the boundaries now, Tomas smirks. – What for?<br />– I’m just curious, Andreea raises her brow. – Did you think I’m using it against you some way?<br />– You never know.<br />– You are right. You never know. She picks up her phone, the personal one and scrolls through it.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg6kIac--FyYO_KE3UBgWRAUnHSjVddh2kO5uAt1VeWjRKu_DbPvHyf0eNknxlebdsF2hKiBpLKL2mlps7uWTaRBrRXsxT8sQfMsW_rdvDL3SU4jNXlzJCJoc4qOqjaIzYOkNg3lS6FIzVtLIfuKAOorUW_5Xkab7ZLAB_KnmKxPhg-IXp8YmF-WE6wBX8Z" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1822" data-original-width="1732" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg6kIac--FyYO_KE3UBgWRAUnHSjVddh2kO5uAt1VeWjRKu_DbPvHyf0eNknxlebdsF2hKiBpLKL2mlps7uWTaRBrRXsxT8sQfMsW_rdvDL3SU4jNXlzJCJoc4qOqjaIzYOkNg3lS6FIzVtLIfuKAOorUW_5Xkab7ZLAB_KnmKxPhg-IXp8YmF-WE6wBX8Z=w380-h400" width="380" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><br />– That’s my son, Andreea turns the screen to Tomas to see.<br />– I didn’t know. Tomas says.<br />– Not many do.<br />– Why are you showing me this?<br />– I trust you.<br />– Right. So. How old?<br />– He was 3 when I lost him. And my husband.<br /><br />Tomas stares Andreea's face that shows no emotion. This is her way to say the case they are investigating affects her in personal way. The emotion on Andreea's face he catched earlier wasn't fake.<br />– When?<br />– 8 years ago.<br />- I’m sorry.<br />– I know what it feels to loose the ones you love, she says and blows a ring of smoke into air. They watch as it enlarges and vanish into sky.<br /><br /><br />Tomas's pants and shirt and Andreea's skirt from @atelier.tea.o.rama *<br /></p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhwR7I3FC0OeTWQPGbAUG3hNGXFvVwJYQOfGBhcmC8PARcyxxMcvwc4O5I4I2oaICxyP6R_QLDUjEm0wo8s_IwoetfppbBh5Iwq-Br_0eFihSeB5xuAs42iMIzh78Gsld5X0lk9IFnDycnqaItMSzeln5Zjyw1FUzBKoARdGzm3Nr_9Xr9z2bTJkvODs3gG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1822" data-original-width="1826" height="398" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhwR7I3FC0OeTWQPGbAUG3hNGXFvVwJYQOfGBhcmC8PARcyxxMcvwc4O5I4I2oaICxyP6R_QLDUjEm0wo8s_IwoetfppbBh5Iwq-Br_0eFihSeB5xuAs42iMIzh78Gsld5X0lk9IFnDycnqaItMSzeln5Zjyw1FUzBKoARdGzm3Nr_9Xr9z2bTJkvODs3gG=w400-h398" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhDfF0GtZktyRl4T33zbXxxwOSGiYe_lybnGLCAPZfmTgReO19OETf-ASXZdmf5aCdz1MG5h-9W6MO-USJV0D7XSkVRcBJ_Qpn5WZa4min9Qual6VRQhjDPdP1SNJhCcKlH5LKnnqK2gTNKi1c_MWSFmwIRTN3YhM5J1Um09VebwBEYA3mv71RUmsbWbtPX" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1830" data-original-width="1828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhDfF0GtZktyRl4T33zbXxxwOSGiYe_lybnGLCAPZfmTgReO19OETf-ASXZdmf5aCdz1MG5h-9W6MO-USJV0D7XSkVRcBJ_Qpn5WZa4min9Qual6VRQhjDPdP1SNJhCcKlH5LKnnqK2gTNKi1c_MWSFmwIRTN3YhM5J1Um09VebwBEYA3mv71RUmsbWbtPX=w640-h640" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /> Tomas fishes his phone up and pic of Oona fills his screen. He turns it towards Andreea.<br />– Beautiful smile. Andreea says watching her features. – I have to say I'm surprised. She doesn’t look like what I imagined her to be at all.<br />– She has changed a lot. Used to have long hair and no tattoos, Tomas sighs. - But she likes to be like that now.<br />- You go to the same place to have a haircut? Andreea teases him.<br />– Actually yes.<br />– Are you kidding me?<br />– No.<br />They both laugh and that lets out a lot of stress.<br /><br />– She’s strong one, Andreea nods seeing how fit Oona is. – You do need a strong woman.<br />– Ha! Tomas laugh is little empty.<br />– Win her back won’t you? Andreea suggests.<br />– Time will tell. Tomas shrugs. Feels weird, uneasy to talk about private matters with colleague.<br />– She’s still breathing. All the chances you need. Fight for it. It not just letting go and hoping she comes back, Andreea shakes her head. - Don't be stupid. Fight for it.<p></p><p>____________________</p><p> </p><p><b>Leads 01</b> </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg5LUUZ5_mJaHhroflKsmBBVcYP8iXqBetlpQ5DcfZwgGsB1QTCBywRYT1jYjUzYOvmdwe-7_i7yWGuFQnBBCg30sc_ZH16fBVKg8KthEmg2gfnaE5oz8ygSKayS9w34SNze_uj8squ-MMPp2kS127zeM_YDCFvdBkUvF2zhJ8ZsnODOrHT8Txm50ZUT57c" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg5LUUZ5_mJaHhroflKsmBBVcYP8iXqBetlpQ5DcfZwgGsB1QTCBywRYT1jYjUzYOvmdwe-7_i7yWGuFQnBBCg30sc_ZH16fBVKg8KthEmg2gfnaE5oz8ygSKayS9w34SNze_uj8squ-MMPp2kS127zeM_YDCFvdBkUvF2zhJ8ZsnODOrHT8Txm50ZUT57c" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgfXn6vmEiRysNLVH9mobOZ2W16fJUt3M3Mprjifbpu0c0obnzEIUjMDpEs9Yqf-e-SKMA8Ni7YCufI2vKetApBo2TCwlKBEY3bEonpTELHvsPZ4IxN07Fuciqp0zgb1bkoKDiktSNFA4IAlTn5cIwfr0GQ1d4V68GuWZiQ858BqoXH0wxzQcZiShdYLdOu" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgfXn6vmEiRysNLVH9mobOZ2W16fJUt3M3Mprjifbpu0c0obnzEIUjMDpEs9Yqf-e-SKMA8Ni7YCufI2vKetApBo2TCwlKBEY3bEonpTELHvsPZ4IxN07Fuciqp0zgb1bkoKDiktSNFA4IAlTn5cIwfr0GQ1d4V68GuWZiQ858BqoXH0wxzQcZiShdYLdOu" width="240" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p>Detective Segreto knocks, hears Vitale call for him to come in, and
enters the cramped office. </p><p>He looks around, then looks serious.
"You holding out on me, Angelo? You're not cutting me in on all of this?
Fancy new office, special assignments...and now banging Bruni?" His
face lights up and he drops the fake serious act. "Capers saw you two
getting all cozy over dinner last night, you greedy bastard. Sophia
Loren looking wife and he's STILL banging little blondes he works
with?!" </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg5hs6mvZaVE6Ez7tUAsS85mXp86k0mQ7rt7n9iCKT991A4T7eErFzj1-hKbbb2GDGI2XZxRA-c-zYyQKCsAgG3cWLUg8Y5LTJ_DO2lNR7vIcCIm2ukG81cVcDG4oRz6vTp0cAyD5-V-jINbSwiI0neUxw9iYoaWKYUCeOlI9wcmmDDe3TcQ-tALPl5N30P" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg5hs6mvZaVE6Ez7tUAsS85mXp86k0mQ7rt7n9iCKT991A4T7eErFzj1-hKbbb2GDGI2XZxRA-c-zYyQKCsAgG3cWLUg8Y5LTJ_DO2lNR7vIcCIm2ukG81cVcDG4oRz6vTp0cAyD5-V-jINbSwiI0neUxw9iYoaWKYUCeOlI9wcmmDDe3TcQ-tALPl5N30P" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>He shakes his jowly face playfully.
"It was just dinner. We were talking over the case." Vitale smirks.
"Last thing I need is more drama at home. Let this dinner thing go, ok?
What did you need?" </p><p>Segreto feels rather bad about the jokes when he sees how tired Vitale
looks. "Uh...sure thing. I just came to tell you that I got the witness
statement and info. It's in the file and digital. He's one of the
Azzurros - works the factory a few blocks from the Villanueva place.
Called out for drinking on the job a few times, but other than that a
good worker." </p><p>Vitale nods. "Thanks for the legs on that. Anything else?" </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgGR1No-f89FK96wsLlSr9TYGfRqmSYzOuvW3Oe2ONIhU8bOeEC2TPDMXeLmOwY1Ghf0jUvb_Q_spNcI_StFfjjLn9C25AHPK8RtSCmO5SM3a0akClbjC1WDWBteq9-IJ7xQtxVMfHq8edrzsL8T8i9WRRJ2RYxfnslNAJDx6ZGimXErZR2j8zSrWklvVTk" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgGR1No-f89FK96wsLlSr9TYGfRqmSYzOuvW3Oe2ONIhU8bOeEC2TPDMXeLmOwY1Ghf0jUvb_Q_spNcI_StFfjjLn9C25AHPK8RtSCmO5SM3a0akClbjC1WDWBteq9-IJ7xQtxVMfHq8edrzsL8T8i9WRRJ2RYxfnslNAJDx6ZGimXErZR2j8zSrWklvVTk" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Checked out her Lawyer Morelli. Conflicting reports there from saint to
sinner. I'm betting sinner, though it's hearsay. Handled her estate and
some other business dealings, but he's pulling the client card - we're
working on getting in there." He shrugs. "Morelli said that Villanueva
had two nieces - one in the US and another that was here until a few
months ago. Left right after the murder. Socials show her at a wedding
at the time of death." </p><p><br /></p><p><b>Leads 02
</b> </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiqYZ8VTEZGhczwiS1Xx1xKVepgCKrQQiGLQqd5O3EXjDHpQhF9D4ZrL6kZa3zTgJwgwZ9NttZAJQ0qjFZVSmmBayYj8vdGVPYKOTjwaWbuR9lxnPPi5TH-W6ry6BWnjBCXZPhI1vG5KDEjl-tKY0pVs13Xl4Py1ijZLVuQuQU3OzoQIUyLKqiXfhp1_ok2" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiqYZ8VTEZGhczwiS1Xx1xKVepgCKrQQiGLQqd5O3EXjDHpQhF9D4ZrL6kZa3zTgJwgwZ9NttZAJQ0qjFZVSmmBayYj8vdGVPYKOTjwaWbuR9lxnPPi5TH-W6ry6BWnjBCXZPhI1vG5KDEjl-tKY0pVs13Xl4Py1ijZLVuQuQU3OzoQIUyLKqiXfhp1_ok2" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Vitale feels himself relaxing a bit and his shoulders drop an inch.
Having the help on this is a bit of a relief. "Good work, Segreto." He
smiles. "You have time to do a bit more? I could use the help on a few
more things." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi2G-S1D03G18UQQlrW9Sh_i-VQkiRWrDxEegCi9l0r_2hBZpDX-r1X5B3pbFQ2X4RdNFtNU4WIe-ZmwoKauo5gH3oT-zZ08WYK3HCpmtFiTJOwsSvaavsTWLJwmnS7LyqeS67HlJmiCld2TC4Dwb_9QMsjOL48wRDWlLCiEf-jRVtt9l2g6zRVDmnGGmen" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi2G-S1D03G18UQQlrW9Sh_i-VQkiRWrDxEegCi9l0r_2hBZpDX-r1X5B3pbFQ2X4RdNFtNU4WIe-ZmwoKauo5gH3oT-zZ08WYK3HCpmtFiTJOwsSvaavsTWLJwmnS7LyqeS67HlJmiCld2TC4Dwb_9QMsjOL48wRDWlLCiEf-jRVtt9l2g6zRVDmnGGmen" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"Bruni not pulling her weight?" He smirks, then whispers, "Why does she
hate me, anyway?" </p><p>Vitale just grins and moves on. "Our Azzurro friend Paulo said that he
saw a woman walk in with Daniele Villanueva night of." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhy6vbvGu-bcTXk_uodowkAb8TDBAEP7D2xt4ru2vqdPuBUe5PVSeqeKPfPs8npPMLIrUoChFna3CvCoVZdxvvZ5nsr8Yz2xtklVAO1M_8qXmx-auq21pIz1NMQOJJMIQNwjtAhSor5qduqwu7s2V6vRdn_Z8cYMg2uzImbREjIy8cvoPKJE79WFjSWgyvz" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhy6vbvGu-bcTXk_uodowkAb8TDBAEP7D2xt4ru2vqdPuBUe5PVSeqeKPfPs8npPMLIrUoChFna3CvCoVZdxvvZ5nsr8Yz2xtklVAO1M_8qXmx-auq21pIz1NMQOJJMIQNwjtAhSor5qduqwu7s2V6vRdn_Z8cYMg2uzImbREjIy8cvoPKJE79WFjSWgyvz" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p> "He said that in the report - yeah. But it's crap." He pushes his
glasses up. "I don't want to see the crime scene photos again - ever!"
He glances at the headshot on Vitale's desk, then winces thinking about
the state of the woman...or what was left...in the crime scene photos.
"But I did double check the traffic cam footage. Checked it several
times. Daniele Villanueva was alone in the one angle we could pull that
showed her walking from her car. No amazon guest. Just her." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhbVDafvFbwyh8sWiV21ThJY4PJyRdN9CM7xEYWQQP_eOUmyYOCumAML69lIntMZL5OWreKIvfmCIOTJpzK96xB6Pw_M4pBNpinavwxaxvm-FfTfOsEKWN_XsMs1Qas8POLTwoFzDvF6m3Hg8UqSwWxBYtsFEO1DDoF5Jhvj9ODYJvjSFU-9Ovv2yfsYMvm" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhbVDafvFbwyh8sWiV21ThJY4PJyRdN9CM7xEYWQQP_eOUmyYOCumAML69lIntMZL5OWreKIvfmCIOTJpzK96xB6Pw_M4pBNpinavwxaxvm-FfTfOsEKWN_XsMs1Qas8POLTwoFzDvF6m3Hg8UqSwWxBYtsFEO1DDoF5Jhvj9ODYJvjSFU-9Ovv2yfsYMvm" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Vitale looks confused. "Could she have...come from the other way?" </p><p>Segreto shakes his head no. "Not unless she dropped in by helicopter.
The other angle of the street was clear, too. Saw Paulo on the cam,
though. Weaving. Drunk. Maybe he had double vision?" He smirks. </p><p>Vitale sighs. "Shit...that was a good possibility. I mean...he was sure
of it. Why would he lie about it?" </p><p>Segreto grins. "Maybe the woman had that coat thing in the Potter
movies, heh? Invisible coat." Segreto chuckles. "My kids love that crap.
What was the other thing you needed?" </p><p> "You didn't come in here a few days ago, did you? Maybe to grab
something for the report?" </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEirzC24T0reSpVdXAvecLBqkBjYahP8gAUizs3ZEdTNf5k1GIiGn86Pw7jcJX9jdNjGIKbu738H52MDGNOVFU5UZ-OZY9VfMC86Wzr9gK-ydwpRDB9cGC8utJVdYLQ4mu_04YBDoWLJj1obDE-egQp7MW0J_npd2wB8ubHM5An1OaecuuLXk35GLQVIri5D" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEirzC24T0reSpVdXAvecLBqkBjYahP8gAUizs3ZEdTNf5k1GIiGn86Pw7jcJX9jdNjGIKbu738H52MDGNOVFU5UZ-OZY9VfMC86Wzr9gK-ydwpRDB9cGC8utJVdYLQ4mu_04YBDoWLJj1obDE-egQp7MW0J_npd2wB8ubHM5An1OaecuuLXk35GLQVIri5D" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"No. Like I could find anything in your little system here anyway." He
chuckles. </p><p>Vitale grins. "Ok. Look - follow up on the attorney for me? Keep on him
and see what else you can find on the connection between him and
Villanueva. And the niece connection, too?" </p><p>"On it, Boss." Detective Segreto salutes playfully. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiZlR5hDcGhxJSTOuv_XWDDMidU8tMfjBItmLXrUScbiiJStVTNIF8btzl1lNqbUsEsC9AT1fsRhZ45JURSxbEf6Wp_MoLHpf_cBp392kq7cL14fbbBVmwed063XxG-lZhRjhzfL247KbZ1A9E8KcULHz8QY5M4L9l0NV5O-Pgpv2DOCO86lX5ts1JRcTXK" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiZlR5hDcGhxJSTOuv_XWDDMidU8tMfjBItmLXrUScbiiJStVTNIF8btzl1lNqbUsEsC9AT1fsRhZ45JURSxbEf6Wp_MoLHpf_cBp392kq7cL14fbbBVmwed063XxG-lZhRjhzfL247KbZ1A9E8KcULHz8QY5M4L9l0NV5O-Pgpv2DOCO86lX5ts1JRcTXK" width="240" /></a></div>___________<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhLLn_3FkxKfrG_U755SvdnYmzLPJZV6t340fDjb1FVRIIMtLdSrnZmfJ_A1OObjE2aKPc092D-aIX1KfuY2_0GcjkonhEz6di3syDabY_fFLL8GLwtOLSCsFOcYxLxmY8bO-vXbmhqVQZmkRSuiKfJ6Nd0lR2QnV_N5vY8Etxy1iLX4VMU_rIT4FllKHl1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1084" data-original-width="1440" height="301" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhLLn_3FkxKfrG_U755SvdnYmzLPJZV6t340fDjb1FVRIIMtLdSrnZmfJ_A1OObjE2aKPc092D-aIX1KfuY2_0GcjkonhEz6di3syDabY_fFLL8GLwtOLSCsFOcYxLxmY8bO-vXbmhqVQZmkRSuiKfJ6Nd0lR2QnV_N5vY8Etxy1iLX4VMU_rIT4FllKHl1=w400-h301" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><b>Detective Vitale glances at his door to make sure it's locked, </b>then
pulls the file shelf away from the wall, pulls a small piece of paper
from his pocket, and tucks the scrap into the file folder hidden away.
He replaces the shelf and makes sure it is set on the original marks he
made on the floor. </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiZZgdkz2-Rd05of8WX-V0ciZZIua2Z1gab4THDUSrUcajCpOfL9tLSmf2X2t3mHJPAcdf1Yls7-e0uyJbJ8V97N_wUNr97raHLohnQN1Qwj6cOOVqSWDfRleac9uKt8A3wjx42X7nlYIfg-7Zt9JtfGqexNGLBu0f2HXgEvjiVYASMThK9LBH-mcmSXrvG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1084" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiZZgdkz2-Rd05of8WX-V0ciZZIua2Z1gab4THDUSrUcajCpOfL9tLSmf2X2t3mHJPAcdf1Yls7-e0uyJbJ8V97N_wUNr97raHLohnQN1Qwj6cOOVqSWDfRleac9uKt8A3wjx42X7nlYIfg-7Zt9JtfGqexNGLBu0f2HXgEvjiVYASMThK9LBH-mcmSXrvG" width="319" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Another piece of the puzzle hidden away. </p><p>He pulls his phone out and glances at it. Two emails show on his
personal email account. Most likely his wife with her shopping list
request.
The first email is the shopping list, but the second is from an unknown
account. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgpQ_D88ZxokPJ71AZQdBNwI1AdlBNkL65GzV353a1JwzyuBRSJY2ouycRBHvgmNNIrfB-IBa757IkS9jAnfoOrqLNSLIYbSczkjF_j3zeiNPEeYgFWl5kmIDXbS46fChEod6jVbuwuxWLCmheor1JqF3KHjbAv0DcHgNMRaJTOKqX0_tQE810yKyonl5Nh" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1084" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgpQ_D88ZxokPJ71AZQdBNwI1AdlBNkL65GzV353a1JwzyuBRSJY2ouycRBHvgmNNIrfB-IBa757IkS9jAnfoOrqLNSLIYbSczkjF_j3zeiNPEeYgFWl5kmIDXbS46fChEod6jVbuwuxWLCmheor1JqF3KHjbAv0DcHgNMRaJTOKqX0_tQE810yKyonl5Nh" width="319" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"A.Conti?" Vitale opens the email. It's short and sweet. </p><p> "There's a personal and private matter a friend and I would like to
assist you with. Give us a call at your earliest convenience when you
are available and out of the office. A.C." </p><p>The number is local, but he doesn't recognize it. He keys in the number
and saves it to his contacts under A.C. before deleting the email. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhK9x-x1Br9k-_9SnCPnDOPStiZj6MREXFG-ruHfXs4FwHjT08RmBJjz7xwzQmTrgXv_Q-aEZ2n9N1g94q_g15v3nPHeI53JkIdrfwrXc_fLy_vM0oeiQO0VuXHdCTr5CjvbwNYepbb7GQJCN8hng5jrQEpgnUWL_mrU3t4t7mv62rluFWm6O2TaMUvxaHF" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1086" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhK9x-x1Br9k-_9SnCPnDOPStiZj6MREXFG-ruHfXs4FwHjT08RmBJjz7xwzQmTrgXv_Q-aEZ2n9N1g94q_g15v3nPHeI53JkIdrfwrXc_fLy_vM0oeiQO0VuXHdCTr5CjvbwNYepbb7GQJCN8hng5jrQEpgnUWL_mrU3t4t7mv62rluFWm6O2TaMUvxaHF" width="318" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Now
seemed like a fantastic time to go for a stroll outside. He was eager to
find out who this A. Conti was. </p><p>__________________</p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgEQAb8iL_rVE6fh-cLhFhqtjorcy1d4GXB8lV2aD1bRFm1yC7TqcFzUUDDjuMhM-PHVIJS6aIcWrdg92mQ3b2ByR4RwwxOIMwNuHfW4HBzr1EhmYuruI62pSqPl6mSw6VjQf0jD47LoG_-Qx8UonUvN5VEjIPhbnIlniHmMl_ofohycIrjSYB2AuVKdAxB" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgEQAb8iL_rVE6fh-cLhFhqtjorcy1d4GXB8lV2aD1bRFm1yC7TqcFzUUDDjuMhM-PHVIJS6aIcWrdg92mQ3b2ByR4RwwxOIMwNuHfW4HBzr1EhmYuruI62pSqPl6mSw6VjQf0jD47LoG_-Qx8UonUvN5VEjIPhbnIlniHmMl_ofohycIrjSYB2AuVKdAxB=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><b>Chelsea Bruni hates all this in person meeting shit.</b> Just more chances
of being caught around the witch. But, the money and rising work
connections was well worth it. Keeping the money hidden had been the
only tricky part.
Chelsea glances back to the street before knocking. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhI2ZjFvXfqzCJiGygS7OKxdARMVqwXXra10ceCWRBdy1aMGwq86OKQ46EtSaXMj5eATGqB1WWGKlteOgLk3daVi3YcTF_N9vVRUo7PG6dDyL1dWEKGYy-cGCa5abv8gSUpzv3OOk4fhoJjmefR2FVTUMhsk_NXtgNzysTkSEaorS917VuFF2ImozCZt_iR" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhI2ZjFvXfqzCJiGygS7OKxdARMVqwXXra10ceCWRBdy1aMGwq86OKQ46EtSaXMj5eATGqB1WWGKlteOgLk3daVi3YcTF_N9vVRUo7PG6dDyL1dWEKGYy-cGCa5abv8gSUpzv3OOk4fhoJjmefR2FVTUMhsk_NXtgNzysTkSEaorS917VuFF2ImozCZt_iR" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Danuta Szymańska appears behind her - a lovely piece of manipulation
that was difficult and a strain, but worth it. </p><p>"Hey cutie." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj0A69hTTKEQfNAQGSA-VewZ1mZ_yiv8Az3Z4F8NIcX9dz7L23xCy3NYc1AHIURcCLPVcG8Apsu1dDVO7Iz814XJ8KQQyF3hqWZpZMez0IK7GACMpCqkJM1Hk3Nbfsog89AjGCMesBYtQOt6M-rbMj5AYKL9EnL7ArtJpnQojAs2so-SvE5-hJmm0gMWiUE" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj0A69hTTKEQfNAQGSA-VewZ1mZ_yiv8Az3Z4F8NIcX9dz7L23xCy3NYc1AHIURcCLPVcG8Apsu1dDVO7Iz814XJ8KQQyF3hqWZpZMez0IK7GACMpCqkJM1Hk3Nbfsog89AjGCMesBYtQOt6M-rbMj5AYKL9EnL7ArtJpnQojAs2so-SvE5-hJmm0gMWiUE" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Chelsea is startled out of her wits, but strikes immediately when she
hears Danuta's voice. She spins on her heel and brings her arm up
quickly to strike, but Danuta is fast with a block. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjvn0MvfdtVCFcEJCirPrZIsoaUthUEp-HePlu5KuEdwJ84qSq9CI0yP9IfgJmMqp0qpwuuJ01kCLEpXbvX-cx46yzI8pSn8u_iE7vIbmguAM7tIRAKKmxtB6hWCFbO9IKXyZjZQuoH7WjhFiS_rBS1Je0xTQdh-sj59fCe-6j9eAVoTQmraaoIzGvJhZwk" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjvn0MvfdtVCFcEJCirPrZIsoaUthUEp-HePlu5KuEdwJ84qSq9CI0yP9IfgJmMqp0qpwuuJ01kCLEpXbvX-cx46yzI8pSn8u_iE7vIbmguAM7tIRAKKmxtB6hWCFbO9IKXyZjZQuoH7WjhFiS_rBS1Je0xTQdh-sj59fCe-6j9eAVoTQmraaoIzGvJhZwk" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Danuta drops and brings her leg around taking out Chelsea's feet. </p><p>Chelsea falls back with a grunt. Her pride is shattered. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjmK_41x9YIgNSHluAMVJH19vXOZqBDY452w2FLObnuwfv1UgVj4isGkPiJMP-IaX3vuAHLBurAy_LKX4-iWb-dy2dpjp_Pbq-lmPAArsXOrF_zdesw07_kBM3OIOzvFX0-trkyG9VddQZSa01a6cJu8AuGq1ZDqoNQCxrhD2vnh_5WAQ-1n6Inb2pyYGqe" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1086" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjmK_41x9YIgNSHluAMVJH19vXOZqBDY452w2FLObnuwfv1UgVj4isGkPiJMP-IaX3vuAHLBurAy_LKX4-iWb-dy2dpjp_Pbq-lmPAArsXOrF_zdesw07_kBM3OIOzvFX0-trkyG9VddQZSa01a6cJu8AuGq1ZDqoNQCxrhD2vnh_5WAQ-1n6Inb2pyYGqe" width="318" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"Not sure how you've managed to stay alive for so long. You fight like a
little child." Danuta laughs and holds out her hand. "Come on little
one. Dupa jaś!" </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEifEuffokKdt10kD_7NCB6tLX3FrKlIKl-D5HKShM1XLY-y1L0Yp04Pt_XDewk7zNLyALjl9Zk4j4NmeulajM6irdSPBSu8cLGNQwlm1uXJDCIZIQ-MKGjFwIrBCzUiNV1ovP0g5IWGY27si2xr3lttEvs_AvtAituxpQJMc-oJbg2XBZnfRmZv0esgRn9v" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEifEuffokKdt10kD_7NCB6tLX3FrKlIKl-D5HKShM1XLY-y1L0Yp04Pt_XDewk7zNLyALjl9Zk4j4NmeulajM6irdSPBSu8cLGNQwlm1uXJDCIZIQ-MKGjFwIrBCzUiNV1ovP0g5IWGY27si2xr3lttEvs_AvtAituxpQJMc-oJbg2XBZnfRmZv0esgRn9v" width="320" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg6pT6Wdz74IAOxWFHNfq7GkiH8W44bUfKwm0SUSVb87EGnUz_J6mPdO8-ZNvHyOAZh_14IoqTpNOlorUIPQUBuEsRipamf46nNjtv40_QaQg6IfXlWzeTSbYad-Cf8NIreHOuCeUD16i-h5q85meT1hNY5xOhrHpeBgnHFeIEfO4fehMPm4ACZlKh3pCsj" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg6pT6Wdz74IAOxWFHNfq7GkiH8W44bUfKwm0SUSVb87EGnUz_J6mPdO8-ZNvHyOAZh_14IoqTpNOlorUIPQUBuEsRipamf46nNjtv40_QaQg6IfXlWzeTSbYad-Cf8NIreHOuCeUD16i-h5q85meT1hNY5xOhrHpeBgnHFeIEfO4fehMPm4ACZlKh3pCsj=w400-h300" width="400" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjN4MUP7tG9VWuFLreDvQXxQDdFeC8L_P42H-JuMVNFIoeR6GJojjToSRXwvLeSZzjQVpbuTTurIU2nuAqOaYB3UYQVbHmvRN6vzn42D3LAzJbw0iCe0auErxEDGZbA4rbGVQ8bVPVCP8-x9ho0iy6HfeAScpbjHdsphLYS7lY1PAqe8Yq-Zm68YvEJkSA6" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjN4MUP7tG9VWuFLreDvQXxQDdFeC8L_P42H-JuMVNFIoeR6GJojjToSRXwvLeSZzjQVpbuTTurIU2nuAqOaYB3UYQVbHmvRN6vzn42D3LAzJbw0iCe0auErxEDGZbA4rbGVQ8bVPVCP8-x9ho0iy6HfeAScpbjHdsphLYS7lY1PAqe8Yq-Zm68YvEJkSA6" width="320" /></a></div><br /> </div></div> Chelsea bats her hand away and stands. "F^ck you in the heart, asshole."
Chelsea goes wild, wraps her purse around Danuta's head, flings her
body into her, and drives her knee up between Danuta's legs. <p></p><p>Danuta grunts with the impact and tears spring to her eyes. She curses,
her crotch throbbing. She lifts Chelsea off of her feet, but Chelsea
drives her knee into her belly. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj65b82-aNIYlVuX_stpmybwP9U-PPqJN-q4P-EM64hMgHkU-VzRq5xe6eEiVu9O3NjPkZIsxJmZStoJel4T1aFHzfDnCrQ3biTpR8FP-mGF0INXZofzwQuQUVUCEpcM0tfDxZtD7U2dOxwrAv9EVsYxWtsXd4Nvd4tVUs0uAokOZa83fdwsTbhsHk4XrEO" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj65b82-aNIYlVuX_stpmybwP9U-PPqJN-q4P-EM64hMgHkU-VzRq5xe6eEiVu9O3NjPkZIsxJmZStoJel4T1aFHzfDnCrQ3biTpR8FP-mGF0INXZofzwQuQUVUCEpcM0tfDxZtD7U2dOxwrAv9EVsYxWtsXd4Nvd4tVUs0uAokOZa83fdwsTbhsHk4XrEO=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p> "Are you two children done? We have business to discuss. A naughty
little witness you let see you, Danuta...and that you didn't shut up,
Chelsea." Elke Giacomina gives the two a stern look. "Inside. Now." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjSd1iZUDrGojk2vqVGpqmgCzRKFvQAzqn4FHWIgNRY5r6kgCrHrLHwOneqmNBl7TLIeflwkvtrGVSfzyfEHH9zyGj4RPFs4KQ5gm4ULUO1wpxPFj7wi7HzdqcoJnA0jK1dAgDCdChoiD4xVqTfnwQmW4q95wV6buWwxDGCCEWW784INEpeA-1zCGWm9XzE" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjSd1iZUDrGojk2vqVGpqmgCzRKFvQAzqn4FHWIgNRY5r6kgCrHrLHwOneqmNBl7TLIeflwkvtrGVSfzyfEHH9zyGj4RPFs4KQ5gm4ULUO1wpxPFj7wi7HzdqcoJnA0jK1dAgDCdChoiD4xVqTfnwQmW4q95wV6buWwxDGCCEWW784INEpeA-1zCGWm9XzE" width="320" /></a></div><p><br />____________</p><p><br /></p><p></p><p><b></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Danuta Szymańska was a fantastic hunter.</b> Strategic, savage, and
resourceful, she always managed to track down her prey. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Prey like the
witness Stefano. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"I got him. We don't want the Princess Bruni here to get dirty."
Danuta's little dig at Chelsea got her a stern look from Elke. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"Enough. Just find him and recite the spell I gave you. Just be careful
how much power you put into it. And get rid of it afterwards. Burn it.
Completely. It has nasty side effects if you don't." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Elke looked very
much like the White Death at that moment. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">________ </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was easy enough to track him down, the little witness Stefano. He
worked the lines at the factory and his hours were as regular as his
drinking.
Stefano stretched out his task from an hour to two and a half hours. The
sad thing for him was that if he had just done his job and moved on, he
wouldn't have been there when Danuta found him. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjQhUA5G_FsbkBLQxgEalaStMY63MLUr0rZdRo74FGEL9TtByoGrvjXJw13zXGuB4hK-rjohPiq9pcQzphMMM36ijnN6mfGl0K6MVu0hc2OgBwVgCZOtpNast5giFuvs547yRlfbYqXNoD4ErSw8V4F9U1TtZrRBIPVyHXRD1yxPvTNoV9pSEHDiH0mJfQq" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjQhUA5G_FsbkBLQxgEalaStMY63MLUr0rZdRo74FGEL9TtByoGrvjXJw13zXGuB4hK-rjohPiq9pcQzphMMM36ijnN6mfGl0K6MVu0hc2OgBwVgCZOtpNast5giFuvs547yRlfbYqXNoD4ErSw8V4F9U1TtZrRBIPVyHXRD1yxPvTNoV9pSEHDiH0mJfQq=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Danuta snuck up behind him and screamed, "Strengol mot romau! Strengol
furray mot tregast! PORTUNAT! PORTUNAT STRENGOL!" </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgaiPKY934X2wc1jDIkNyYe75GNnWKuldWcjrML6n_Ym0awYtHvBI-LQtBeH59AP5ngT7kde6VgDibBM-OYhG1C6gcekk6MSpSfychPf7hpJIx-Y7vat8lDdk_pCf0HyW4pob-TC1ZACqwILr4G5ofYL48z9shiH8RJCVyiZOyWauPtCU8Y9akpriyIr54p" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgaiPKY934X2wc1jDIkNyYe75GNnWKuldWcjrML6n_Ym0awYtHvBI-LQtBeH59AP5ngT7kde6VgDibBM-OYhG1C6gcekk6MSpSfychPf7hpJIx-Y7vat8lDdk_pCf0HyW4pob-TC1ZACqwILr4G5ofYL48z9shiH8RJCVyiZOyWauPtCU8Y9akpriyIr54p" width="240" /></a></div><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Stefano felt a fire ripple over him, though there was no flame. He felt
his skin crack, bake, and rot. He screamed until his face and neck
rotted away. His remaining eye saw the woman, but his mind was in too
much agony to do any more than to know it was the same woman from the
night the cops wanted to know about before he dropped to the ground. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjIIP71SDNO6bKuJ4GsUy6MXMLyNjWmK4rWAbejsUHYn_AZ_be1z590DHlJ7KTm-5HggO7nuEHHjklXr7Mt_-5rqnkKaQOLPGSeV4oFofm9uk7hQ3Xnkr_sSlWap3Y5GbUQ52EVLzRd-mUmELXNtXryuarIssjyCFi79Dr6i3OoK9JXPA_ve_jEKjlVAhtO" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjIIP71SDNO6bKuJ4GsUy6MXMLyNjWmK4rWAbejsUHYn_AZ_be1z590DHlJ7KTm-5HggO7nuEHHjklXr7Mt_-5rqnkKaQOLPGSeV4oFofm9uk7hQ3Xnkr_sSlWap3Y5GbUQ52EVLzRd-mUmELXNtXryuarIssjyCFi79Dr6i3OoK9JXPA_ve_jEKjlVAhtO" width="240" /></a></div><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Danuta was proud of herself. She felt powerful with Morte Bianca's magic
backing her. A fantastic taste of the power she was promised. That's
when it hit her. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhe6roq-tvQ5Q9nFFxS5cI6xJXWK6uH1-mvnhscM9x5aTFQwtyuFlZuFpY6WfffMf7sQvwBDn58mj_rrORpRhgBingROXmmk8BAV2WFAd2Tw0K8e_olBPrvFKjB8nL5Fje29t5IqIvkHd9r7xTOWeF4hpshwEj3zRoAp-KnWIrT4m3DiXf5SRbI5Yp7KQqz" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhe6roq-tvQ5Q9nFFxS5cI6xJXWK6uH1-mvnhscM9x5aTFQwtyuFlZuFpY6WfffMf7sQvwBDn58mj_rrORpRhgBingROXmmk8BAV2WFAd2Tw0K8e_olBPrvFKjB8nL5Fje29t5IqIvkHd9r7xTOWeF4hpshwEj3zRoAp-KnWIrT4m3DiXf5SRbI5Yp7KQqz" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhIve7LNbyZbWLwTWJuNBZAIOlfi1yF4SL6kK-XM2D8SgkmCAPV5LzW1RxwSjx1DGX8Pu3m3YKYj782wS3zUVGOlr8hkaAmQ28NyOj8k7XiIyzhqwc07sGVxvBbMPITmgTbFTO91jKq6ihE_syvCiPt02oJU4xdje__zj6B6SmjjQ0Av5TAJNzOG_nspPRU" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhIve7LNbyZbWLwTWJuNBZAIOlfi1yF4SL6kK-XM2D8SgkmCAPV5LzW1RxwSjx1DGX8Pu3m3YKYj782wS3zUVGOlr8hkaAmQ28NyOj8k7XiIyzhqwc07sGVxvBbMPITmgTbFTO91jKq6ihE_syvCiPt02oJU4xdje__zj6B6SmjjQ0Av5TAJNzOG_nspPRU" width="240" /></a></div><br /><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhe6roq-tvQ5Q9nFFxS5cI6xJXWK6uH1-mvnhscM9x5aTFQwtyuFlZuFpY6WfffMf7sQvwBDn58mj_rrORpRhgBingROXmmk8BAV2WFAd2Tw0K8e_olBPrvFKjB8nL5Fje29t5IqIvkHd9r7xTOWeF4hpshwEj3zRoAp-KnWIrT4m3DiXf5SRbI5Yp7KQqz" width="240" /></div><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A wave of nausea followed by dizziness and weak legs.
Her head felt like it was splitting. Gas erupted from her buttocks as
she fought to hold in bile and urine at the same time. Then it dulled,
her head still pounding. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhWeOH68HoMAECwvDP0ExQ9BnKOq4Wc2iSnHPBfJ42A6NHgtcn0UdpVUyW0d8AVwcbIw0lcwV9BC_D9e_nF8pUoHfgOjzJm2LA3E4I-6UH-wjcMxWuClnvZHn4dkkwRdJ_ei2zwCp7gb8qZ7hK48_s1f3nozKCbH2ghGosSyL3dr4RxHhGDj6wjNv26R4xP" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhWeOH68HoMAECwvDP0ExQ9BnKOq4Wc2iSnHPBfJ42A6NHgtcn0UdpVUyW0d8AVwcbIw0lcwV9BC_D9e_nF8pUoHfgOjzJm2LA3E4I-6UH-wjcMxWuClnvZHn4dkkwRdJ_ei2zwCp7gb8qZ7hK48_s1f3nozKCbH2ghGosSyL3dr4RxHhGDj6wjNv26R4xP" width="240" /></a></div><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"What the hell......?!" she growled in polish before running for the
gates.
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property after vomiting into her flowerbed. She strolls out to meet her,
not wanting her to be sick and Hell knew what else all over her home. </p><p>Danuta convulses on the front porch area as Elke stands over her. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhA0RuLm5KYoCZd2THcMHJUH3F19yYPfCy0NZA-9k81iHRFRTMAFuVkL6n744hnPXEc463U55hnVoyWsERu7I63dA3A3F0cmbR7p5VIy_oKCtuvHb-PT_rU_BltqTCnCoNeHXpvN8J1pAH-NBq8O8Ada4cik8PXgWAa31JWK5cXwM6_n6cBQz-mzoa5tgsN" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhA0RuLm5KYoCZd2THcMHJUH3F19yYPfCy0NZA-9k81iHRFRTMAFuVkL6n744hnPXEc463U55hnVoyWsERu7I63dA3A3F0cmbR7p5VIy_oKCtuvHb-PT_rU_BltqTCnCoNeHXpvN8J1pAH-NBq8O8Ada4cik8PXgWAa31JWK5cXwM6_n6cBQz-mzoa5tgsN" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p> "Well well well...you made it back. You are as strong as I thought you
were." Elke stares. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhBLwGHT8OKtuibe4EkO3-0uZFC4XBiFTBW0RjjBcjXN3JXYxacEONAIiWt421_E3b4cdrAQy615qHB8BU9RqMqBHy7A5lruv19dhI9KbW8LKbkWH0g0vO3BJBQycPG9LPQBx_xPiYVrlG8ivZeKYajzaWaw2-vy81KMKXb2DxBNuOr1aMXbwgbBfsyk53m" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhBLwGHT8OKtuibe4EkO3-0uZFC4XBiFTBW0RjjBcjXN3JXYxacEONAIiWt421_E3b4cdrAQy615qHB8BU9RqMqBHy7A5lruv19dhI9KbW8LKbkWH0g0vO3BJBQycPG9LPQBx_xPiYVrlG8ivZeKYajzaWaw2-vy81KMKXb2DxBNuOr1aMXbwgbBfsyk53m" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"Please...help..me...." Danuta's voice is a whisper. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhVNhLFkZeytqTEHt5V9vOGgGGEdGQs2qwv5U3kwVScfjqusAW1cinZVsokX6AqDDMSIV5G20nIqAFzAvr2hsGcEFBmLzOag6ROzrIw4w68kZuAX8Cz-LE4uLmiE3qE7l6rHnCeyzCEt5vp1RCVCj8Ni3c0nftDisuVKUhamV19Gcwgw_q1iqfQL4FNT7MF" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhVNhLFkZeytqTEHt5V9vOGgGGEdGQs2qwv5U3kwVScfjqusAW1cinZVsokX6AqDDMSIV5G20nIqAFzAvr2hsGcEFBmLzOag6ROzrIw4w68kZuAX8Cz-LE4uLmiE3qE7l6rHnCeyzCEt5vp1RCVCj8Ni3c0nftDisuVKUhamV19Gcwgw_q1iqfQL4FNT7MF" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p> "You must never forget this, dear Danuta. There are powerful weapons in
this world, but like any weapon you must learn to use them wisely...or
they can injure...or kill...you." Elke holds out her hands and whispers
words that make sounds that are promptly forgotten by Danuta after she
hears them. </p><p>Danuta feels fine at once. No more cramping. No more convulsing stomach.
Her eyes are pouring tears due to the massive relief she feels. </p><p>"Thank
you, Mistress." She reaches out to Elke. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh2DfoQWGa-d-jMDWt9DSdnrU6jn-tSD97sOojpo8TfI7Pr-hIxcfz7NodI8arUK-uWNvcAFfE0Hdckmj6hLIRMF-u3vrTBdkG5cwEDGGz3A5_H0_LhDQ4z9GJpJuBO6pGkqwXhqHmjnorqfy0NpdKNky7qACoxcberhZmN8EqznYs3i0PVhLWq8eLvzJ6z" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh2DfoQWGa-d-jMDWt9DSdnrU6jn-tSD97sOojpo8TfI7Pr-hIxcfz7NodI8arUK-uWNvcAFfE0Hdckmj6hLIRMF-u3vrTBdkG5cwEDGGz3A5_H0_LhDQ4z9GJpJuBO6pGkqwXhqHmjnorqfy0NpdKNky7qACoxcberhZmN8EqznYs3i0PVhLWq8eLvzJ6z=w640-h640" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Elke Giacomina smiles and takes her hand. While her teaching methods can
be drastic....she finds them most effective. <b></b></p><p><b><br /></b></p><p><b>_____________________</b></p><p><b><br /></b></p><p><b>Detective Segreto got the call before heading home for the night. </b>He
tr ied to contact Vitale, but he was already gone. A rare occasion -
Vitale leaving before him, that was for sure. </p><p>Stefano had said that he might have more for them if more cash was
involved. Vitale had already tainted things a bit by offering cash for
the last round of information. More cash given might just muddy the
waters and Segreto thought it was just a ploy to get more cash. </p><p>Segreto made no promises, but agreed to meet Stefano to hear about his
names he suddenly remembered hearing. Bullshit for sure. </p><p>"Hey, Carlo!
Congratulations - you're with me tonight." </p><p>Carlo smiled. "Yes, Sir!" He was happy to get pulled away from the
Bruni. </p><p>_____ </p><p>When Detective Segreto and his helper monkey Det Carlo reached the site,
the smell was apparent right away. Rot and burning meat. </p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhV4wX-MDSkODrpRV7xkW-8sP6U7hdD-QJooqP9oOrSOCQli9AoA_e98m8LvX8XLi4iVTApyITDgg2StV-NNFeK6ErqfukVYkpeUaD32dYi1O2919z3qyjt_MBD_ogJ1hN--9ySYAGmFXjKc3GxwBE7bVGJZVu326AQYbGyOcBGdklIDMO7jtW9LYKvG_2r" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhV4wX-MDSkODrpRV7xkW-8sP6U7hdD-QJooqP9oOrSOCQli9AoA_e98m8LvX8XLi4iVTApyITDgg2StV-NNFeK6ErqfukVYkpeUaD32dYi1O2919z3qyjt_MBD_ogJ1hN--9ySYAGmFXjKc3GxwBE7bVGJZVu326AQYbGyOcBGdklIDMO7jtW9LYKvG_2r" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiTNt29UH7wYd1e-8pYsYGNH-uFr9PNQ1lYDPagmy6yP49mrOqY6YxbWp-5W-MKAlrsTmsf1DWiT7CC88ZY-n9am-b-IWor62xqj75DpU1oFz9XeaoGC5LWHKyFmUjEf1RikqkZYsVbQmse4NmCpz4Um9CkZrq0vDU9O7BVdoPRBT9XyAy9-6H4JUBPEoLC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiTNt29UH7wYd1e-8pYsYGNH-uFr9PNQ1lYDPagmy6yP49mrOqY6YxbWp-5W-MKAlrsTmsf1DWiT7CC88ZY-n9am-b-IWor62xqj75DpU1oFz9XeaoGC5LWHKyFmUjEf1RikqkZYsVbQmse4NmCpz4Um9CkZrq0vDU9O7BVdoPRBT9XyAy9-6H4JUBPEoLC" width="240" /></a></div><br /><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhV4wX-MDSkODrpRV7xkW-8sP6U7hdD-QJooqP9oOrSOCQli9AoA_e98m8LvX8XLi4iVTApyITDgg2StV-NNFeK6ErqfukVYkpeUaD32dYi1O2919z3qyjt_MBD_ogJ1hN--9ySYAGmFXjKc3GxwBE7bVGJZVu326AQYbGyOcBGdklIDMO7jtW9LYKvG_2r" width="240" /></div><br /> <p></p><p>"Carlo....stay
here by the car. Keep an eye out. Eyes on me."
But when Segreto saw the body, he dropped like a stone. He'd seen a lot
of death, but nothing like this. </p><p>This was Stefano Migretti by what was
left on his overalls, but this body had been here for weeks, not the 35
minutes it took to get out here. Was their witness Migretti a fake? </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjVaU2nJAvPQ1C-oqzl5lTq7_GmkEobpuWdn1_KWPYEBSl88B9QiZptWeEyZUYl7YLT6IY0Cc449RGBdyrgsWydac4qmkIoiGOAVD4RXnHExxbb1s4KfoBxBybAbIoJTpCo_SqGgqRbjOIJjiA1DqOm9-QTrneZ3hK3qXywCUmNG7jv_QxLH8w9vvLVPAto" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjVaU2nJAvPQ1C-oqzl5lTq7_GmkEobpuWdn1_KWPYEBSl88B9QiZptWeEyZUYl7YLT6IY0Cc449RGBdyrgsWydac4qmkIoiGOAVD4RXnHExxbb1s4KfoBxBybAbIoJTpCo_SqGgqRbjOIJjiA1DqOm9-QTrneZ3hK3qXywCUmNG7jv_QxLH8w9vvLVPAto" width="240" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjIj89jCs-R1JnwYuqGvfS3Ek_5l_wmapiuWtp_Ne6lV5n0vFf28A1RezZ-5RRyimsBszMlTTAeDFVngbn8UDaSfiIgYAOuZSdyJRmOJpEfxiJsDwucvjAJLPu2SXZCJdSXbN5avjzAfv2hrgHr03zhSBVXStUcNVV0xQJFAqirUtFw7EIwIp5-PNa1HM5w" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjIj89jCs-R1JnwYuqGvfS3Ek_5l_wmapiuWtp_Ne6lV5n0vFf28A1RezZ-5RRyimsBszMlTTAeDFVngbn8UDaSfiIgYAOuZSdyJRmOJpEfxiJsDwucvjAJLPu2SXZCJdSXbN5avjzAfv2hrgHr03zhSBVXStUcNVV0xQJFAqirUtFw7EIwIp5-PNa1HM5w" width="240" /></a></div></div><br /> <p></p><p>Detective Segreto tries to pull it together. Crunching grasses come up
behind him. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgfhjMzoC8VzqERZSmmHMb5nSolg46Kbgf5n-2dgWl3SKo5ZUy7S3_uMs9lJxCsfiVB65c6lBMsfuoysZtgoLKTzeL-8v51CuqIxPhCrG-7ATw4Q0h3QoJv8ewmS6DhLfrbt5ukAX8gspVVx1-t5Zj4M3wR1a9okcB4nM9VE3fDbB836gni17iB9e7OH0pT" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgfhjMzoC8VzqERZSmmHMb5nSolg46Kbgf5n-2dgWl3SKo5ZUy7S3_uMs9lJxCsfiVB65c6lBMsfuoysZtgoLKTzeL-8v51CuqIxPhCrG-7ATw4Q0h3QoJv8ewmS6DhLfrbt5ukAX8gspVVx1-t5Zj4M3wR1a9okcB4nM9VE3fDbB836gni17iB9e7OH0pT=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"I asked you to stay by the car, Carlo. I don't need more
people here messing up the---"
He jumped when Chelsea Bruni's hand hit his shoulder. </p><p>She laughed at his
startled expression. "Time to cut down on the coffee, Segreto." </p><p>"Detective Bruni!?" He tries to catch his breath. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgJ_3YDGoRvZf8G4cEDAIu4mmSLYGzMNaiaTdh4MMMn7qXlFQULx2WBlqfOWeiKTcj8n3FkhS-uY6l-qse9oDj1Pliw9ggr9ctzwBLvn5y7o2dHGP-Q6Hc2Hys3yltUQ4H_wfFrS7rs_GM1-tKLXISkFvkFtzwzFUwkjZ28_OxQW9t8dlz6Ps5jw8Ir6KAA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgJ_3YDGoRvZf8G4cEDAIu4mmSLYGzMNaiaTdh4MMMn7qXlFQULx2WBlqfOWeiKTcj8n3FkhS-uY6l-qse9oDj1Pliw9ggr9ctzwBLvn5y7o2dHGP-Q6Hc2Hys3yltUQ4H_wfFrS7rs_GM1-tKLXISkFvkFtzwzFUwkjZ28_OxQW9t8dlz6Ps5jw8Ir6KAA" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"You stole my workhorse, Carlo. He told me where you were going,
but...." The wind shifts and she catches the smell. "Jesus....what's all
this about, Segreto?!" Inside, she thinks that Danuta Szymańska might
be a bit too dangerous to keep around. </p><p> </p><p>_______________</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg_gDolJ3DB6BxRSAAJbUrlXrLhkOFQHfEzhUttNKj1iUNagOvjfCQAJl_XYrS7mOECPdOMmUDR8s_Id9WX5b5IqOtL2rQ_OAeezX9AugGu94JSHNly4TPP-Tg3Q6_whfMMYd4PfWyOEiQsfh-EfV7hOLTRzsGZ_5WgUZWUsDnHygnmau3KhnSUb4j63e-m" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg_gDolJ3DB6BxRSAAJbUrlXrLhkOFQHfEzhUttNKj1iUNagOvjfCQAJl_XYrS7mOECPdOMmUDR8s_Id9WX5b5IqOtL2rQ_OAeezX9AugGu94JSHNly4TPP-Tg3Q6_whfMMYd4PfWyOEiQsfh-EfV7hOLTRzsGZ_5WgUZWUsDnHygnmau3KhnSUb4j63e-m=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p><b>Detective Vitale had almost forgotten about the Illari case wrap up. </b>An
open and shut case. </p><p>A bit of digging and the case was wrapped in a
week, its conclusion an exciting chase across rooftops with Detective
Bruni and the man thinking he could jump from the roof they were on to
the lower one to make an escape - leaving his wife behind screaming for
him. He made it to the lower roof...and through the glass below. Between
the massive lacerations from the glass and his impact wounds, he was
gone before the ambulance arrived. </p><p>The wife was in court today still looking like death warmed over. Left
to pay for their disgusting crimes by a husband who also left her to
take the fall if he had made it. </p><p>"She's better off without him...even in jail." Bruni's voice was cold as
they stood on the court steps together. The Detective Bruni Vitale
liked working with. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEibDKp-tzsrCvmP0-va-clha9ajOsnWW3U8fReCbSROa-iXUA4ur5xUc9vEZRUp5s4j3u6fZX15wi8XQRZAU9IAANQCe6Drnou0Kh_qJ6ir03AI5DCz4fHOScl2EyRyT-PLkumrFuIaAAztTWahwTy05vH61jrA4t_WKSNA9K1hgwRX51vJrYt1P8EPDq6v" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEibDKp-tzsrCvmP0-va-clha9ajOsnWW3U8fReCbSROa-iXUA4ur5xUc9vEZRUp5s4j3u6fZX15wi8XQRZAU9IAANQCe6Drnou0Kh_qJ6ir03AI5DCz4fHOScl2EyRyT-PLkumrFuIaAAztTWahwTy05vH61jrA4t_WKSNA9K1hgwRX51vJrYt1P8EPDq6v" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Vitale snaps out of his head and sighs, snapping back to the call he
made to the two specials on the case the previous day. He picks up the
pack of cigarettes, but drops them back onto the desk. </p><p>A woman. He gives a small chuckle. He assumed "A. Conti" was a man.
Hearing her velvety voice on the phone was a shock. </p><p>He had to let years
and years of rhetoric from his Father go.
His Father. </p><p>"Women aren't cut out for this work. Two soft. Emotional." </p><p>His Father's crap attitude towards women (and people in general) made
sure he stayed at a low level in the Polizia. Until he was killed on
duty, of course. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi__fMTl0ta1jYP1TOKb4AlrcUNKgxyqHvMOvQPpNNYJXP-_4mXtlmjqXWFvUBFLiTYxCoUklmmha-FSIdIPgtxdUxJLC4NeDMqxOQ-XcaFNnLm4ssbOfuRMI8RqUyPCjCf5l7mjRPIMIahXrBrfJEphDSJgdZs0KCtM7vd0P8_KoEqGYuOGaoAct-7GzNf" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi__fMTl0ta1jYP1TOKb4AlrcUNKgxyqHvMOvQPpNNYJXP-_4mXtlmjqXWFvUBFLiTYxCoUklmmha-FSIdIPgtxdUxJLC4NeDMqxOQ-XcaFNnLm4ssbOfuRMI8RqUyPCjCf5l7mjRPIMIahXrBrfJEphDSJgdZs0KCtM7vd0P8_KoEqGYuOGaoAct-7GzNf" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Vitale checked the time. He had to meet Conti and Jansen in a few hours.
Excitement bubbled in him, but he tried not to let it surface. Time to
get to his gym and change into the relaxed clothing he put there in the
morning. </p><p>_________________</p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi2WlqVtENKAVw_UxqiFXePo7vGIkN8DlBvqgb-dKms6dpBcVnqvXhLjghj4ZCsthVQBKTkoLCucmyOpPoZ8jSX1bCQ995bSFJztEZJGzETCm_59tt0rmCmLKdtcGowpACcEJ9LNU_13K5Iryo2lHzoW0mFQxS2DRcykm_6EJ-l7bzrXwEfkjOYSTgX9P3e" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="960" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi2WlqVtENKAVw_UxqiFXePo7vGIkN8DlBvqgb-dKms6dpBcVnqvXhLjghj4ZCsthVQBKTkoLCucmyOpPoZ8jSX1bCQ995bSFJztEZJGzETCm_59tt0rmCmLKdtcGowpACcEJ9LNU_13K5Iryo2lHzoW0mFQxS2DRcykm_6EJ-l7bzrXwEfkjOYSTgX9P3e=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><b>Chelsea almost asked Angelo Vitale to lunch to celebrate. </b>Almost. She
could see that the perfume was affecting him, but she didn’t want to
push it. </p><p>The Illari Case was a mess. Couple on a killing and plundering spree
with a little light kidnapping and sexual assault as the cherry on the
sundae. And they wouldn't have been caught for ages at the rate they had
been going. They were like wolves - smart, cunning, and always miles
ahead of the people chasing them.
Until Elke Giacomina. </p><p>Chelsea Bruni could still remember the first few times she met with Elke
Giacomina before the fire damage was repaired. Like speaking to a jelly
faced monster. The fire's heat had melted Giacomina down horribly.
Bruni could barely understand her when she spoke. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhuqTeO4EExHcOCkyanuSSPr5W7Kjt_PJKKWoSkzXe8uBfNLg-3bxDqI_MlPa7cwukLSHuRgJIIC-11uVdN41s0QXRu7KQXtSAdlbH-ZFk_HNyjQWBaZBd7tPTOyMymYUn4LzwbFsZIhWKFcpFxAANx3H7RAeOPAiLIq8mE0_OlQea9w0j8eKmMwSZ150uP" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1393" data-original-width="1393" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhuqTeO4EExHcOCkyanuSSPr5W7Kjt_PJKKWoSkzXe8uBfNLg-3bxDqI_MlPa7cwukLSHuRgJIIC-11uVdN41s0QXRu7KQXtSAdlbH-ZFk_HNyjQWBaZBd7tPTOyMymYUn4LzwbFsZIhWKFcpFxAANx3H7RAeOPAiLIq8mE0_OlQea9w0j8eKmMwSZ150uP" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"You....can help...me....and I...can help...you. You're Mother...was
a...valued member...of our Coven. Provided....safety...and
secu...security...to us. Help to restore...me...and I...will
help...you." </p><p>Bruni felt sick even thinking about Giacomina's face then. But, she had
followed through. Targeted the couple, helped save the life of the 16
year old they had with them at the time, and pushed Bruni to find
several others that were not so lucky. Helped make her and Vitale
heroes. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjqNZNia2tjN9aHKaRDZX04XdD339Mzs7Yghx44TdcATOwvFIsJdGHu6a8V0Hlwcixq_95xHDczbLHUEeAvx1qeQumgZBxgiwbmumLqBBFInU1nDQ1rbnBs_8Xaw7FsFYpAkQvIxvYuVMgWENxWkz3koT5fuonE1GTVthiZH-tUiq7Zxc3PE3UvGteNkyn_" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjqNZNia2tjN9aHKaRDZX04XdD339Mzs7Yghx44TdcATOwvFIsJdGHu6a8V0Hlwcixq_95xHDczbLHUEeAvx1qeQumgZBxgiwbmumLqBBFInU1nDQ1rbnBs_8Xaw7FsFYpAkQvIxvYuVMgWENxWkz3koT5fuonE1GTVthiZH-tUiq7Zxc3PE3UvGteNkyn_" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p> Bruni smiled.
"And more where that came from..." But first...wine. </p><p>_______________</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhuNkuid91sZ5zKxFP2j1COktUOmP6eTuABtsgDBMjtu2G1WUosdmx3XqO4fxRN4mqOCC_ZMuRqkjvief2By2LPQsjb06Gi3qIRagKkbl1qWPVlYWpraC-J4Qmj8yvk0P7yS8Yc5r2j9-Umdd1KCMFqSRbiVKPSupmYvj87vKHTjunP1poLyZx9uLhkF4jb" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhuNkuid91sZ5zKxFP2j1COktUOmP6eTuABtsgDBMjtu2G1WUosdmx3XqO4fxRN4mqOCC_ZMuRqkjvief2By2LPQsjb06Gi3qIRagKkbl1qWPVlYWpraC-J4Qmj8yvk0P7yS8Yc5r2j9-Umdd1KCMFqSRbiVKPSupmYvj87vKHTjunP1poLyZx9uLhkF4jb" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p><b>Vitale is headed for the door when it opens.</b> </p><p>"Knock knock. Hey partner. Heading out?" Detective Bruni enters without
knocking and grins. </p><p>"Just running out on an errand." </p><p>She nods. "Well, good job in court today. Illari is going to love
prison." She looks him up and down. </p><p>"Well, you put a lot of work in on that case. I was just following you."
Vitale smiles. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgRDGxGv0nCUQ5NJuGSRwXlLFw93IwDLe-87M8YEOQLPBRuuCgC-_seczuB87AcG4Vj6yGRN-Yr6-x3fNwDpFblIR9fzNOEcDh-iz98JOdNgep72bpvejY3-AtEMkxSU_r_uStlFg9VUxRZuJv9sJyMsLbSWpj1NKbkyWyWWSXf2KY_veKj6e1YyVAl-sLG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgRDGxGv0nCUQ5NJuGSRwXlLFw93IwDLe-87M8YEOQLPBRuuCgC-_seczuB87AcG4Vj6yGRN-Yr6-x3fNwDpFblIR9fzNOEcDh-iz98JOdNgep72bpvejY3-AtEMkxSU_r_uStlFg9VUxRZuJv9sJyMsLbSWpj1NKbkyWyWWSXf2KY_veKj6e1YyVAl-sLG" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"Bullshit." She moves to him and shakes his hand. "You're a damn good
detective." She smiles and leans in a bit whispering, "And I may have
had too much wine." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEio0gAbPWDZhrrbBGUBe5NAb6IbMUAK8khtM7j2Sk2tQupJuvlqU4IVe3xls2gS_QDX2YZZXkAYXkXJUrPEMf-8geIkB0wxtLlUBkrn3PV06FrawTqOkHxKu2dD6WIegSTSKpRFHUPe4zeZKB_xUpA5aiiUYEOoDuRbj83Cux9Ktie2L71zY6ejGp3njqxG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEio0gAbPWDZhrrbBGUBe5NAb6IbMUAK8khtM7j2Sk2tQupJuvlqU4IVe3xls2gS_QDX2YZZXkAYXkXJUrPEMf-8geIkB0wxtLlUBkrn3PV06FrawTqOkHxKu2dD6WIegSTSKpRFHUPe4zeZKB_xUpA5aiiUYEOoDuRbj83Cux9Ktie2L71zY6ejGp3njqxG" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"A good day to celebrate. We all could use a break I'm sure." He
breathes in and smells wine, but her perfume is the thing that lingers
in his brain. She really was rather pretty. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiPCP3YdOYND7OXipklTtUCVcatKfte5SohQQk2i9P90gZ3beOu6vTZ936r2fKTvOzrJlVv3g6FkV6_7MhzzsbfiKS9aCchBzX6I7ROg2kWiMpvOzrKCYNiskjfnb7cEPQIXTcwWvEm14UTc7KQoi-C8aaqVDNo7egGS5BCyqQhN48_9wGICahflm38zVXd" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiPCP3YdOYND7OXipklTtUCVcatKfte5SohQQk2i9P90gZ3beOu6vTZ936r2fKTvOzrJlVv3g6FkV6_7MhzzsbfiKS9aCchBzX6I7ROg2kWiMpvOzrKCYNiskjfnb7cEPQIXTcwWvEm14UTc7KQoi-C8aaqVDNo7egGS5BCyqQhN48_9wGICahflm38zVXd" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>She plays with his shirt. "I like the suit, too. It's working." She eyes
him up and down. "Really...working for me." She gives a coy smile, then
pats his chest. "Lord - I should go before I make an ass of myself. The
wine..." she says with a giggle. She heads for the door, pausing. "I'll
see you." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhsMSdN7WCkyhgPzeJKTvE4Gkt5NyRYGm01tB7GoPFAmI6n8114dTZllXOd97-vOeeguC5Z1V-LavtreYJJ-zZxwSnNnRZPpo7xs9blbfpHixec6UofnF8TVu6jatEhIssJFfosrbs5bP1brlWG3teW_1LL6mQ5uWNDt2EJhVAnEMs4_-OJOzGQrZmyuhV3" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhsMSdN7WCkyhgPzeJKTvE4Gkt5NyRYGm01tB7GoPFAmI6n8114dTZllXOd97-vOeeguC5Z1V-LavtreYJJ-zZxwSnNnRZPpo7xs9blbfpHixec6UofnF8TVu6jatEhIssJFfosrbs5bP1brlWG3teW_1LL6mQ5uWNDt2EJhVAnEMs4_-OJOzGQrZmyuhV3" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Vitale waves as Bruni heads out, then leans against the desk when the
door closes. The smell of the perfume lingers in the air and Vitale
finds himself...really aroused? Turned on by Bruni? It had to be rolling
off of the court hearing. The high of it.
He sighs, slightly confused, then grabs his glasses and heads out for
his meeting with The Specials. </p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEibRIaB-U3Go0bWDs94IJYSVQsu62nPDZncer-MCbzQhgWq81uqHpdW0MICCrcV4RtKEhWhebJQIu4semPGc1Twy5X9J2v5lyqEoijLYH6JugRzPlrFKEz0BnTgw23CclBxANN7iAvmAwlB-JP4EsC5VLQJqQ8HCqhQhaCV2e-Ky6SdIIyyizJ1Goah7YB6" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEibRIaB-U3Go0bWDs94IJYSVQsu62nPDZncer-MCbzQhgWq81uqHpdW0MICCrcV4RtKEhWhebJQIu4semPGc1Twy5X9J2v5lyqEoijLYH6JugRzPlrFKEz0BnTgw23CclBxANN7iAvmAwlB-JP4EsC5VLQJqQ8HCqhQhaCV2e-Ky6SdIIyyizJ1Goah7YB6" width="320" /></a></div><br /> ___________________<p></p><p><b>once_upon_a_time_in_finland </b></p><p><b></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEivoNKURAOed0Z4GHi7SLTNmlHU3FfgkzI1mmBNf4IyWVYMHFvWsdQR6U8eLt20sdNzfY5QQvBqImZbUJ9O7HMxVagofiHT-_ehbD3mE8DN3DFor9skbLZ6kfH8QsQJfe5Y0mO3DOLlowzv1YplWnPTLX1-km6qDk0jQkWrvXy1Vk09GqsaPvBxuCP2SS6c" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1832" data-original-width="1830" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEivoNKURAOed0Z4GHi7SLTNmlHU3FfgkzI1mmBNf4IyWVYMHFvWsdQR6U8eLt20sdNzfY5QQvBqImZbUJ9O7HMxVagofiHT-_ehbD3mE8DN3DFor9skbLZ6kfH8QsQJfe5Y0mO3DOLlowzv1YplWnPTLX1-km6qDk0jQkWrvXy1Vk09GqsaPvBxuCP2SS6c=w640-h640" width="640" /></a></b></div><br /><p></p><p> Heavy rain came from the lake and hit the lakeside avenue scaring tourists away leaving the agents to their own devices. Tomas and Andreea waited patiently for detective Vitale to show up in silence, hoping they could get some more Intel to work with.</p><p>_______</p><p> <b>Brave New World 01<br /></b></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjvTPY0_FGo3yVRsewp_SNQWBPvVzA6vrfMWjOGRm4JLodyBo80YXR73S0bFbGYFm5glRIDcdyOk_6gzCvjwJaLHUNEDi-8JqZ5G8LGCasXl7cMG4F_lSNs_hTzl17O9Aofd0QW9NSjnlkLnVXMsf2VBs_4MV8r44i2nSDvO-EgXQ5avoU8k0IlRVLuDGny" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1538" data-original-width="1540" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjvTPY0_FGo3yVRsewp_SNQWBPvVzA6vrfMWjOGRm4JLodyBo80YXR73S0bFbGYFm5glRIDcdyOk_6gzCvjwJaLHUNEDi-8JqZ5G8LGCasXl7cMG4F_lSNs_hTzl17O9Aofd0QW9NSjnlkLnVXMsf2VBs_4MV8r44i2nSDvO-EgXQ5avoU8k0IlRVLuDGny=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div>The sky begins to brighten. The streets are still slick with the rain
that stopped a few moments ago. <p></p><p>Detective Vitale stares out at the
mountains longing to run to them. </p><p>"Signore Vitale?" </p><p>Vitale turns to see a handsome couple walking up to him and he feels
elation and relief. He chuckles and moves to them. </p><p>"Well hello. Hello!"
The two flip out ID cards, keeping them low but visible. </p><p>"Thank you,"
Vitale says, showing his ID. He reaches out a hand to the man first. </p><p>"Hello. Tomas Jansen." The man smiles. </p><p>Vitale reaches for the woman's hand and likes the firmness of her shake.
"Buongiorno, Signorina Conti." </p><p>She smiles and whispers, "Sorry to disappoint you earlier on the phone."
She gives a small smile. </p><p>Vitale nods. "It's me who is sorry," He gives a little bow. </p><p>"Well, we thought we'd keep this meeting brief. We can regroup later, of
course." She glances at Tomas. </p><p>"What do you know about the AFDA?" He sees Vitale's face scrunch. "Association of Finnish Defence and Aerospace Industries." </p><p>"Ah. Well...not much. Why?"</p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgiuEa7TNWMRHIfQ9Ux8h7qesfaXXiL0ZKbOnKy-GEmKhFP7khfVt63hQtT-OPA6HwcKg80lGHsCWDhIuw-zV2ftuP0L-zPd_hoNuLhTp7E2HeQ4XIOM09rRD_Us_6LQs5lml3AvdLYDFbcLiEBYvWiyCWXKFm8KdV_0Trv75rAZqAqu3b57UD7GZO4aQts" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1818" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgiuEa7TNWMRHIfQ9Ux8h7qesfaXXiL0ZKbOnKy-GEmKhFP7khfVt63hQtT-OPA6HwcKg80lGHsCWDhIuw-zV2ftuP0L-zPd_hoNuLhTp7E2HeQ4XIOM09rRD_Us_6LQs5lml3AvdLYDFbcLiEBYvWiyCWXKFm8KdV_0Trv75rAZqAqu3b57UD7GZO4aQts" width="190" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><b>Brave New World 02</b> </p><p>Andreea dances in smoothly. "Signore Vitale...the case you are working
on involving the death of Madame Daniele Villanueva fits in with our
case very neatly. Her lawyer--" </p><p> "Morelli." Vitale focuses. He feels a bit like he's had a beer, but he
hasn't. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgVpK7plBk17OEqnWdbXItljeB350JmsPMARhuCidmiy0lOQpsyaF0gsOVHd77AGRZslXmyoKzba4ECAxezO33YAzXuXNWNYGReE5gepOM6KCxu897zKnmC_624llyxMzLWDGVH36LJhrlg8hKF_33iAegXNec7wLj9t5HDdX0qpqdS2VsV-DTMhphvkuKN" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1818" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgVpK7plBk17OEqnWdbXItljeB350JmsPMARhuCidmiy0lOQpsyaF0gsOVHd77AGRZslXmyoKzba4ECAxezO33YAzXuXNWNYGReE5gepOM6KCxu897zKnmC_624llyxMzLWDGVH36LJhrlg8hKF_33iAegXNec7wLj9t5HDdX0qpqdS2VsV-DTMhphvkuKN=w317-h400" width="317" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"Indeed. He and Madame Villanueva had some dealings that were raising
several red flags for us. What do you know about her business
connections with Morelli and her possible ties in the US?" </p><p> Detective Vitale thinks back to his files. "Well, we found out her Niece
moved from La Spezia to the US shortly after Madame Villanueva's death.
Vanda Buccio. Fabrizia Bucco - her sister, lives in the US full time.
But after looking into things, we found that she had a solid alibi for
that evening." </p><p>"And was that you or your partner that discovered this information?"
Tomas asks. </p><p>Vitale gives the smallest of pauses. "Well...me. My information analyst
Detective Segreto." He can tell what they are thinking. "Detective
Segreto is not the issue." Part of his brain questions if Bruni is even
the issue. He shakes it off. "There are developments you two should be
aware of." </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiwv8iQX8CCIQzGhl61OsrUz9nFCgr0KtGpsizuVLtpo35qXvvxa6egOAa8yk7UxkiYHgXFTBP0-ER2qvjnrKmO0Uw03xRvn_gbdkIvnnkfWsaJ2do_KpcaYPimCxURUk3WpxKrMU_DscpRbykOuVhX1G-1VkwkdlLlWKB8dgijybUcJWN0mf_joi1cCCIA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiwv8iQX8CCIQzGhl61OsrUz9nFCgr0KtGpsizuVLtpo35qXvvxa6egOAa8yk7UxkiYHgXFTBP0-ER2qvjnrKmO0Uw03xRvn_gbdkIvnnkfWsaJ2do_KpcaYPimCxURUk3WpxKrMU_DscpRbykOuVhX1G-1VkwkdlLlWKB8dgijybUcJWN0mf_joi1cCCIA=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><b>Brave New world 03</b> </p><p>Vitale glances around briefly, then says, "Have you seen the Villanueva
crime scene photos?" </p><p>The two nod. </p><p>"Well, there are elements there that we kept out of the public eye.
Ritualistic patterns - again, found by Detective Segreto. Many of those
same patterns were found at another crime scene recently. Multiple
homicides - 12 total - at Villa Morelli about 50 kilometers away.
Distinct patterns were seen at both crime scenes." He sees the question
in Tomas' eyes. "No relation to the attorney Morelli. We checked that
over as well." He gives a small smile. </p><p>"Can you get us those files?" Andreea's voice is charged with a bit of
excitement, but she still has her collected demeanor. </p><p> "But of course." Vitale nods. "Lastly, we had a witness in the area the
night Daniele Villanueva was killed." </p><p> "Stefano Migretti," Andreea says. </p><p>Vitale smiles slightly. Evidently the Chief was giving updates of his
own. "Si. Yesterday Migretti was found on a job site. Dead and...rotted
away. Even though Detective Segreto spoke with him 40 minutes before, it
looked like he had been out there for weeks." </p><p>The two specials narrowed their eyes. </p><p>"Corrosive materials at the site?" </p><p>Vitale shakes his head. "He was just working with water pipes and flows.
By the time they got him to the morgue, he was falling apart. Bones and
skin fragments. Samples were checked - it was the same Stefano Migretti
we ID'd days before." </p><p>Thomas looks at Andreea, then at Vitale. "How soon can you get us all
the files on the Villa Morelli, Migretti, and...Detective Bruni? We
heard you had a special file on her." </p><p>Another hesitation, a check of his watch, then, "What are you two doing
for dinner tonight?" He smiles. <br /></p><p>____________________</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgF4BT4S1ajNatl_LxnGbquccJfYiYiQsjAIwdFDKvQCSQ9NN1swyhYSsL2o_NFg7M0UWUsTJIMlBQ7WxvNZYe4K1VpjUqH6VcZnkBUmlfTSjzg7r4QUZnjecA0DCkC5CpsTefjPXKmT-xA7wvi6kYwLxkHeAwL1udWMQ3fWW3PYtw5BwagP8G-yLgrXJjL" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1748" data-original-width="1738" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgF4BT4S1ajNatl_LxnGbquccJfYiYiQsjAIwdFDKvQCSQ9NN1swyhYSsL2o_NFg7M0UWUsTJIMlBQ7WxvNZYe4K1VpjUqH6VcZnkBUmlfTSjzg7r4QUZnjecA0DCkC5CpsTefjPXKmT-xA7wvi6kYwLxkHeAwL1udWMQ3fWW3PYtw5BwagP8G-yLgrXJjL=w637-h640" width="637" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p><b>once_upon_a_time_in_finland</b></p><p><b> </b><br />- There’s something very wrong with these cases, Tomas frowns as they walk through the city. - And detective Vitale holds something back.<br />– Mm. He acted very conflicted about Bruni, Andreea thinks.<br />– It’s not nice to find your longtime partner has gone corrupted.<br /><br />– No. It was like he’s been besotted with her and can’t decide whether to hate or love her. Andreea points out.<br />– Woman’s instinct again? Tomas smirks.<br />– Call it what you want but he’s got huge inner battle there. He might been compromised.<br />– Can he be trusted?<br />– Let’s make him think we trust him and we’ll see. Andreea checks the time. – But I need coffee now.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgYtPXaArqJjzYbIgv5Qta_SlklWDUgKWRy7m8uHUKP_86q-ZbxjbmqOAqvvpofyQwDsvmNcAt-wkKRmZPWTXtOk4T6MyZANVO_ZztT7PiOS8Um-d89yUrkoj5bhyoLSjLpnjqI_46-ZjW0JaAtpNHvfKqQI6gWhN1nMOqPooGzjsdRkPnKDmxtt80hD6pM" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1772" data-original-width="1736" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgYtPXaArqJjzYbIgv5Qta_SlklWDUgKWRy7m8uHUKP_86q-ZbxjbmqOAqvvpofyQwDsvmNcAt-wkKRmZPWTXtOk4T6MyZANVO_ZztT7PiOS8Um-d89yUrkoj5bhyoLSjLpnjqI_46-ZjW0JaAtpNHvfKqQI6gWhN1nMOqPooGzjsdRkPnKDmxtt80hD6pM" width="235" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />There's shadowy figure following them. Just keeping behind corners, loosing himself to the mass of people but he keeps very keen eye on two agents.<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhoExFAYgbKr2L94TieFIJwtD5liJT9BZQOWXNx7Jlrc67gVq1IKXFAu26BpFDNVKwtke3ayJH-areGnk-fFbuBkYaiy8gKxErRv8WiDfV4gYIqD8xkq6GqdpYDigBeqJPMY1e_4D_g-Rt47GXsSbNOuflB1603OaJPmjVpTpfSRuKfC7EwVFV_Vhbjquxs" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1816" data-original-width="1806" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhoExFAYgbKr2L94TieFIJwtD5liJT9BZQOWXNx7Jlrc67gVq1IKXFAu26BpFDNVKwtke3ayJH-areGnk-fFbuBkYaiy8gKxErRv8WiDfV4gYIqD8xkq6GqdpYDigBeqJPMY1e_4D_g-Rt47GXsSbNOuflB1603OaJPmjVpTpfSRuKfC7EwVFV_Vhbjquxs" width="239" /></a></div><br />________________________<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg1FoJgJxYNF1JaemJvaPswKQTCTSxqE70k5qD_vDJM4fDA5abigS6tQw1tJjF1MxPRzsvNU6I8208hVi6HzvlRQ-BdLd-VEyAIZIUVLv8OYt5DVhgSGdfd0W5sjVg7rvP4C_TdCVAf2AA88jXBBVhdme9fbYGF-GTcTM9KVeq0HSbHdYgCzBGQLDO7EXLU" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg1FoJgJxYNF1JaemJvaPswKQTCTSxqE70k5qD_vDJM4fDA5abigS6tQw1tJjF1MxPRzsvNU6I8208hVi6HzvlRQ-BdLd-VEyAIZIUVLv8OYt5DVhgSGdfd0W5sjVg7rvP4C_TdCVAf2AA88jXBBVhdme9fbYGF-GTcTM9KVeq0HSbHdYgCzBGQLDO7EXLU" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p><b>"Where did you go yesterday?</b> I tried talking to Detective Brun-hilda
about the Stefano Migretti weirdness, but she basically told me to get
lost."He chuckles, but sees the look on Vitale's face. "Huh?" </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj09RzgkQma9IrVrJ_7Aj8CeEjdp9O6bJLDHIzIak4dT39WeKEGWbXiAxGeopYrz4dbxRJ71vVvb48V4-KemfLpHr4WwvsX5vtafU8SLMgK02JE4kF7gDWwHibsoAjn9UW_XKareZrEubBoxfZjxbWwD8d9Vv0YslCEp_cdxsmPVpOu3Ojdk0CaUqt3NhsF" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1086" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj09RzgkQma9IrVrJ_7Aj8CeEjdp9O6bJLDHIzIak4dT39WeKEGWbXiAxGeopYrz4dbxRJ71vVvb48V4-KemfLpHr4WwvsX5vtafU8SLMgK02JE4kF7gDWwHibsoAjn9UW_XKareZrEubBoxfZjxbWwD8d9Vv0YslCEp_cdxsmPVpOu3Ojdk0CaUqt3NhsF" width="318" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>"Not sure you should be calling Detective Bruni Detective Brun-hilda." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhkcL30ph2aG8WXAjuyIR-A24kjtDMmpDRaQh21d7fNSeQK83tcSxmioe5WJr1_utwhKN-w0yNdkfWsOiYz_pZHj8y-GaTiEQBK9GGG1u1VzlQgV3MhbHsLvsHi1X-67tzk2ctRH0Hxthe_OoRaB4eFgOmJ5ZUzGT70TsWV9gwqBbbZ0kNarNGgLeS5cBrM" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhkcL30ph2aG8WXAjuyIR-A24kjtDMmpDRaQh21d7fNSeQK83tcSxmioe5WJr1_utwhKN-w0yNdkfWsOiYz_pZHj8y-GaTiEQBK9GGG1u1VzlQgV3MhbHsLvsHi1X-67tzk2ctRH0Hxthe_OoRaB4eFgOmJ5ZUzGT70TsWV9gwqBbbZ0kNarNGgLeS5cBrM" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Segreto thinks he's joking, but sees that he isn't. "Uh...ok....but
you're the one who made it up, Boss." </p><p>Something clicks in Vitale's head. He narrows his eyes and Segreto
thinks he's in more trouble for a minute. </p><p>"Have I been acting...odd
about Detective Bruni?" </p><p>Detective Segreto draws in a breath and blurts out, "Yes. Very much so."
He laughs, a little relieved. "I thought you two made up...or were
fooling around, to be honest. You're all UP WITH BRUNI now." He winces
thinking he said that last part too loud. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiK5dKFGpHGfJBGPuhSXdibABRclkzjCD6teA_z12enzkE8oRtZA5hqMpPLDOedppIv9b3zOfytMFpW5y0hNkC2DFZysDNf0BLuUldqnnWQRkJpIHUTPyt5Z-i9kSF9POCvHVeTz1uxmtgjweE14wBw_ZpO6Toe_P7O9ClHvEz7VkzsbDVOBqNC4diwo5H_" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1086" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiK5dKFGpHGfJBGPuhSXdibABRclkzjCD6teA_z12enzkE8oRtZA5hqMpPLDOedppIv9b3zOfytMFpW5y0hNkC2DFZysDNf0BLuUldqnnWQRkJpIHUTPyt5Z-i9kSF9POCvHVeTz1uxmtgjweE14wBw_ZpO6Toe_P7O9ClHvEz7VkzsbDVOBqNC4diwo5H_" width="318" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Vitale stares for a minute, reflecting. "Uh...give me a minute, eh? I
want to go over the Migretti items...but I need a minute." </p><p>"Sure." Segreto pauses. "You ok?" </p><p> "I'm not sure." Vitale frowns. </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjbrpbTFKn5t2N9LY9Kr3Q_WWNGREXUtqHltTnwY7g3Wfs53PQ-hNRR0xL4xlA4wgs0xMIHdI3GY6h7lHG_Ja39ZTh4uBPsc8DOTit0MdrM-OgVDry2O1Uu12y0ME80ADQSzK8tBSnSN5QggtRJhlqdnidL6vozBdMmP9ZcvmBQ6X89v0JjVbBGG6u6PMjs" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjbrpbTFKn5t2N9LY9Kr3Q_WWNGREXUtqHltTnwY7g3Wfs53PQ-hNRR0xL4xlA4wgs0xMIHdI3GY6h7lHG_Ja39ZTh4uBPsc8DOTit0MdrM-OgVDry2O1Uu12y0ME80ADQSzK8tBSnSN5QggtRJhlqdnidL6vozBdMmP9ZcvmBQ6X89v0JjVbBGG6u6PMjs" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><b>Detective Vitale sits in the office at 9:44pm.</b> </p><p>Outside he can hear feet
shuffling by from time to time and the cleaners avoiding his office
after getting yelled at for knocking and not waiting for an answer. </p><p>He
was on edge again after being so happy at the dinner with Jansen and
Conti. Feeling like he had someone with him for a change. </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgnGfKWXkGyzOl_64TcBle8tS-ki3ErWaWai6CSsU6kFzlUlupfgYkOAyCYZ-7RhtMM6TZccdgIuksmGnnMVU5eZ9JFTaj6rlBlNt49JJKqD8BgDAhelIuH3DnQ4eLFg45MODfD-m70HFHUQuMYhOzDREWqHBNNJp6WORuVE2J82uSuocOd7tiMnsAUQ2mO" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgnGfKWXkGyzOl_64TcBle8tS-ki3ErWaWai6CSsU6kFzlUlupfgYkOAyCYZ-7RhtMM6TZccdgIuksmGnnMVU5eZ9JFTaj6rlBlNt49JJKqD8BgDAhelIuH3DnQ4eLFg45MODfD-m70HFHUQuMYhOzDREWqHBNNJp6WORuVE2J82uSuocOd7tiMnsAUQ2mO" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>His phone buzzes and he checks it. </p><p><i> :::::MESSAGES:::: </i></p><p><i>Angela: You ok? </i></p><p><i>AVitale: Still at work. </i></p><p><i>Angela: I guess you missed dinner again.😄 </i></p><p><i>AVitale: Damn - so sorry. I got wrapped up </i></p><p><i>Angela: 😘
AVitale: Hey...in all your spook stuff, is there a way to influence
someone's behaviour? </i></p><p>Vitale's wife freaks out at home. He's never really shown any interest
in her paranormal interests before other than listening to her talk
about shows or books she's reading. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEga2PR6XiEOs2XKBIP_jW7NffC3mBbGszBQ5F-auDVTLtqaHJRzQn_EAr_8EdjiZcodCKfV2EOouMtM3q3e-1-ulziFyDk2g9Bft9ggwvWYErvnqIdCoTHNKhHQzZoNVAOhfEMhhfsw8SS5fkse5_qpBUKUhLDN_JlcsOXFA2eztTlr6hegcXpm1oLV1fwA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEga2PR6XiEOs2XKBIP_jW7NffC3mBbGszBQ5F-auDVTLtqaHJRzQn_EAr_8EdjiZcodCKfV2EOouMtM3q3e-1-ulziFyDk2g9Bft9ggwvWYErvnqIdCoTHNKhHQzZoNVAOhfEMhhfsw8SS5fkse5_qpBUKUhLDN_JlcsOXFA2eztTlr6hegcXpm1oLV1fwA" width="320" /></a></div> <p></p><p><i>Angela: YES! Several ways. </i></p><p><i>(( Worry sets in )). </i></p><p><i>Angelo? Why do you ask? </i></p><p><i>AVitale: Heading home. Will you be up when I get home? We can talk in
person. </i></p><p><i>Angela: 😓
Angela: I'll have a double J&B waiting for you 💋 </i></p><p>Detective Vitale smiles. He doesn't deserve her. </p><p>At home, Angela Vitale is very worried about her husband. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiXycTVGMtRnvDXhINwXeMHLpyKapHBOdY047YL4qHFAz8ULavKOwiSUqDZ8CrIL8vRwi8JeqpDoxgwLpCs-cMDukWEG-ncqdWOWFsbzH-SryczRWSnhtmVqF9gQDgyu85x_luY-erKWf4u3YXr_ULXgYJo8ocAwLijiUEUgoiSi41loWvamVILq2xfxhKX" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiXycTVGMtRnvDXhINwXeMHLpyKapHBOdY047YL4qHFAz8ULavKOwiSUqDZ8CrIL8vRwi8JeqpDoxgwLpCs-cMDukWEG-ncqdWOWFsbzH-SryczRWSnhtmVqF9gQDgyu85x_luY-erKWf4u3YXr_ULXgYJo8ocAwLijiUEUgoiSi41loWvamVILq2xfxhKX=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><b></b><p></p><p><b>__________</b></p><p><b><br />Angela and Angelo talk well into the night feeling closer than they have
in a long time. </b> </p><p>They fell asleep in each other's arms after Vitale goes
over all the odd things that have happened of late.
_____ </p><p>The next day he agrees to take the morning off to go to Angela's Life
Guide, Madame Rosetti. He even stops calling her "Sinistra" and accepts
some of her suggestions for both the case he's working and his personal
life. He pays out the $150 dollars for the advice and a pack of some
musky smelling herbs and things. Some items he doesn't want to think too
closely about. </p><p>If anything, the smile on Angela's face is well worth
the money and the smell. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEin39z-pGlqOhcOw3OSJ_7z2H7gIX1J-5_V29_-1cStDXx4ziTTF4sA-5JJ8TDvq0Xzerg2zLvriOiTP60uKlqe2T6IRyizk_vzbKEhrMREYQJxDakr1zKAxJtJprFXfQSJj7Oiqa5wihsueMkLZqZcRdP_TNmiQpYgMzbC9D_VZvZ3ABVlBYlHkaGH5TE3" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEin39z-pGlqOhcOw3OSJ_7z2H7gIX1J-5_V29_-1cStDXx4ziTTF4sA-5JJ8TDvq0Xzerg2zLvriOiTP60uKlqe2T6IRyizk_vzbKEhrMREYQJxDakr1zKAxJtJprFXfQSJj7Oiqa5wihsueMkLZqZcRdP_TNmiQpYgMzbC9D_VZvZ3ABVlBYlHkaGH5TE3=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Back at his office, Angela searches around for anything odd. Little
packets of things or slips of paper that might have a curse attached. </p><p>"Well...nothing." She sighs. "I really thought there might have been
something here hidden."
T</p><p>here's a knock and the door opens. </p><p>Detective Bruni stops short until
she's waved in. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhZFFL7UB76jHrIeeUgfwZcQpiv7MgpXfLumrZDr5j2Kj7UO4K3mbjCIepyEckqaP2_BByAz6um61LME7TZwHNkFNZJFSnpuQ1MLnjgyG0o4MDsJq9T9ZXWpm9LaKl7U9iLr6RLLUYXEE9_opQ0f1rZFSPLMjRmfu3BX2UaZn0UUYMd5BHrSzWdPvgX6Pi1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhZFFL7UB76jHrIeeUgfwZcQpiv7MgpXfLumrZDr5j2Kj7UO4K3mbjCIepyEckqaP2_BByAz6um61LME7TZwHNkFNZJFSnpuQ1MLnjgyG0o4MDsJq9T9ZXWpm9LaKl7U9iLr6RLLUYXEE9_opQ0f1rZFSPLMjRmfu3BX2UaZn0UUYMd5BHrSzWdPvgX6Pi1" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"Oh...hello." She smiles. "I hope I'm not disturbing you."</p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhIyb5VTWSBgnTRz-iLMitBiD7Ynn1qBjt6zlscYVEeOTGSCcKXsSLkl4Nr0cxvNXJS5NwyEpaDPaDSuZQNXXxIisKbwcUL1rEWWnHD_NfMGwnwv56ok3L0qifLg1PaJq8TG9UzZnnahJ19HQrQNDXcdDh3slL41NX-f9z-tTgesw9Bgao_Pdo0MXtko9fC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhIyb5VTWSBgnTRz-iLMitBiD7Ynn1qBjt6zlscYVEeOTGSCcKXsSLkl4Nr0cxvNXJS5NwyEpaDPaDSuZQNXXxIisKbwcUL1rEWWnHD_NfMGwnwv56ok3L0qifLg1PaJq8TG9UzZnnahJ19HQrQNDXcdDh3slL41NX-f9z-tTgesw9Bgao_Pdo0MXtko9fC=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p> "Chelsea - so long since I've seen you." Angela does the traditional
cheek kisses. "Oh...that perfume is lovely." Angela remembers back to
less complicated times when Chelsea would come for dinner or weekend
romps. </p><p>"Thank you. It's nice to see you." She looks at Vitale. "I just wanted
to say that the lab reports are back, but they'll only sign them out to
you." </p><p>Chelsea begins to feel her skin itch, then burn like a sunburn
around her wrists and neck. She tries to keep still, but it keeps
getting worse. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhheMIm0YwdzSumqYBo5ryml-swizR78wCH88WYCwaiOI0RciL1pmxHxvc-cKdvi8M1AZlIyeY8tlMaLqbUSfcH9yWdWGFbB9Zu8pq3aVc3dbo_zbgInpFWYF0LNrwGuGyAA9jdDMoWhz0Y-_CFFSA3WHz4PpYOzxfWO4ESCaZH2rXCc2KgGQWaZD4Eis48" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhheMIm0YwdzSumqYBo5ryml-swizR78wCH88WYCwaiOI0RciL1pmxHxvc-cKdvi8M1AZlIyeY8tlMaLqbUSfcH9yWdWGFbB9Zu8pq3aVc3dbo_zbgInpFWYF0LNrwGuGyAA9jdDMoWhz0Y-_CFFSA3WHz4PpYOzxfWO4ESCaZH2rXCc2KgGQWaZD4Eis48=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"Ah...thanks." Angelo absently waves the bag in his hand forgetting it's
there. "I'll be right down, then we can go over it with Segreto." </p><p>"Ok. I really have to run. Nice seeing you." She smiles quickly at
Angela and moves out of the room. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgUyXHzxmJuCDY8fX4_bRezxUY_tVQl3ZwWxTfHAUY_2a9xxkX4vAqE6x2JlJhY9cRJLwySJIh2G2vFabPmmWSquyqKKZRFuBEYnVTCM5fT7t0I4ZiOWHA8CeHR2EUwk1x3ytUurcrjtKLN8p6bTXXLJ_xmMF7mR31LMxAvuxl-Xkf7emS02fxmposRevkp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgUyXHzxmJuCDY8fX4_bRezxUY_tVQl3ZwWxTfHAUY_2a9xxkX4vAqE6x2JlJhY9cRJLwySJIh2G2vFabPmmWSquyqKKZRFuBEYnVTCM5fT7t0I4ZiOWHA8CeHR2EUwk1x3ytUurcrjtKLN8p6bTXXLJ_xmMF7mR31LMxAvuxl-Xkf7emS02fxmposRevkp=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>In the empty hall outside, Chelsea writhes and scratches at her skin.
The skin at her wrists is angry red and her neck and face are painfully
raw. She slaps at her wrists and paws at her neck - everywhere she had
put Elke's magic perfume that morning.
She breaks into a run to get to the showers in the changing rooms. </p><p>A young officer dives out of Chelsea's way. "Are you ok, Detective
Bruni?" But she gets no reply.
</p><p><br /></p><p></p><p><b> </b></p>malcoJOJOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12362522805988503279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8386728540021864055.post-3737949692661197592024-03-04T09:18:00.000-08:002024-03-06T11:15:06.995-08:00The Italy Crossover - 2022 - PART 01<p>Back in 2022 I did a really fun crossover story with "<a href="https://www.instagram.com/once_upon_a_time_in_finland/" target="_blank">Aurora's dollstories</a>" on Instagram. We worked REALLY hard on it and had a ton of fun, so I thought that I'd try and compile it all here on the blog. </p><p>Enjoy! </p><p>_________________________</p><p>A little backstory on this was that my character Olivia Moore has a coven in the US and had another in Italy where she was originally from. The coven in Italy was slowly turning towards dark magic due to coven member Elke Giacomina - Morte Bianca - The White Death. Olivia tried to stop what was happening, but ended up using her power and and starting a massive fire that killed many of the dark coven members. She thought Elke was among them......</p><p><b>Return 01</b> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgU4RMJaYe-FHWy7Hhi2S20yePM1gds3uEiuYM9Slss20vwGLMZVNSDjPR65sGzW7BZUpJo3qRFhn__fygmQ4zojJob3Xxtlkvm8XSm_vvF6xO5XVjnCBnT2g0NDOFgtEIt9eRJ-5o-_7WOdiVFKLT0kF8Z9ctrQsVaEWHNBhRb_G72gSYWVfVL8-XkR_o6" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="808" data-original-width="808" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgU4RMJaYe-FHWy7Hhi2S20yePM1gds3uEiuYM9Slss20vwGLMZVNSDjPR65sGzW7BZUpJo3qRFhn__fygmQ4zojJob3Xxtlkvm8XSm_vvF6xO5XVjnCBnT2g0NDOFgtEIt9eRJ-5o-_7WOdiVFKLT0kF8Z9ctrQsVaEWHNBhRb_G72gSYWVfVL8-XkR_o6=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <br /><p></p><p>The house is lovely. A picture perfect domain. The dead bodies seem out of place - gore and blood coating the walls and floor of the entryway. </p><p>The men and woman that cower before the old crone look...so terrified now that their friends and family lay scattered around the home. The younger man raises his hands and pleads in Italian. </p><p>"Morte Bianca...I beg of you. We've done everything you have asked of us. The boat...the money...bringing you to this place of worship." He motions around. "I ask that---" A shot rings out and the man's face flies free of his skull. </p><p>The old crone smiles. "I don't remember asking him a damn thing, do you Chelsea?" </p><p>The little blonde smiles and replies, "Not a gawd damn thing, Mum." She places the smoking gun on the table in front of her. </p><p>The crone looks ridiculous in the outfit she wears. Her skin is wrinkled and leathery grey and her eyes are pale and sunken. She looks like she's well over 85 years old, but she wears the clothing of a much younger woman. </p><p>The woman before her shouts, "Please...if you do this, this sacred place will die. You will take its power." </p><p>The crone smiles.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Return 02</b> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjdWF-zVdLBTSc2ahyuIPeIbN9_fvUdu12YlRWvGwHVTv12DNE8xLSOS0ivWfQ-5S6D2nD8B2TFXlIU9ItOCz7jBXtSXvXjwgtnJ1LdamERyhVjc_w6AFX6YJojqHPFiGHYBFw4C0DddhRG2upPnsxGfxHGITNhTorj5soAikLTMLBLt_u3io66_Z_mUOYc" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjdWF-zVdLBTSc2ahyuIPeIbN9_fvUdu12YlRWvGwHVTv12DNE8xLSOS0ivWfQ-5S6D2nD8B2TFXlIU9ItOCz7jBXtSXvXjwgtnJ1LdamERyhVjc_w6AFX6YJojqHPFiGHYBFw4C0DddhRG2upPnsxGfxHGITNhTorj5soAikLTMLBLt_u3io66_Z_mUOYc=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"Pity." The old crone points to the man. "Say the words." She's filled
with rage when he stares back at her blankly. "SAY THE WORDS....or this
one..." she points to the sobbing woman, "..will be burned alive." </p><p>The little blonde Chelsea slips a Zippo from her pocket and flicks it -
her face dull and emotionless. </p><p>The man thinks for a moment - tears filling his eyes - and begins the
chant. The room's air seems to grow thick as he presses a panel in the
wall. He continues to chant as machine workings clank and bang deep
within the walls. </p><p>The crone in white stands in an ornate circle on the floor. </p><p>The little
blonde steps back. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg8b-HfVc2mVv0hsBfKFnI7SJLkJKFmFwgFdhU3F0TfI1msN2INHpxJOnUn5T0J689pCWiBYZnORYovBGmrP8p0Lx1V4qwB0B4pUQQ-VnWAJz8qNxR7Ro0O_8jdVBlPgRuXbM4ZlOArjQFUUlFgoepdJwb2IRwSCiKNEZnqcoz0-G2zUOGgGS7sBEGOpHd_" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1439" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg8b-HfVc2mVv0hsBfKFnI7SJLkJKFmFwgFdhU3F0TfI1msN2INHpxJOnUn5T0J689pCWiBYZnORYovBGmrP8p0Lx1V4qwB0B4pUQQ-VnWAJz8qNxR7Ro0O_8jdVBlPgRuXbM4ZlOArjQFUUlFgoepdJwb2IRwSCiKNEZnqcoz0-G2zUOGgGS7sBEGOpHd_" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>A light ripples through the crone. Alternating heat and cold swirls in
the room and the light in the circle grows stronger building to a blast
of blinding light. Then, all is quiet with a loud snap. There's a smell
of sulfur and iron in the air. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgReCe3D4Sp5TV5iq9lXGCRJNHjyW18l0Xl9GqExyClmyOgjm5wUGWCZGj2RGIKbwxxL336T1N9E79CzFaiog9wO_nBT59S7sstQeDzuxVZX4AsQGKwu6TLwickOIYww8TvOJ3IwBO6tijfu0YM_qAT7GJHBP_4wCL4yyOyZI3x9vV20ZKJOec8TtWKPf2T" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgReCe3D4Sp5TV5iq9lXGCRJNHjyW18l0Xl9GqExyClmyOgjm5wUGWCZGj2RGIKbwxxL336T1N9E79CzFaiog9wO_nBT59S7sstQeDzuxVZX4AsQGKwu6TLwickOIYww8TvOJ3IwBO6tijfu0YM_qAT7GJHBP_4wCL4yyOyZI3x9vV20ZKJOec8TtWKPf2T" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>"Well?!" The crone is no more. A woman with white hair stares around at
Chelsea. "Did it work?!" She smiles when she hears her own voice - young
and sultry again. </p><p>Chelsea smiles. "Yes. Yes it worked, Madame Giacomina." She smiles wide
as Elke Giacomina admires the smooth skin on her wrinkle free hands. </p><p>"Lovely....I need a mirror." She starts off down the hall and calls
back, "Chelsea..." and waves her hand dismissively. </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgXxX2YzJZomW9I1LMnM-cV_vUXDVt-wMpWyuBsd57VzkHnelUxDbGyqjNyhhvLjppIdEyyyvg_AI9w-8uG0YpDOgptelnsqo4JmOg0-GhxSTZmWTrFnJFbrFu9y4xt1JVhr58TLqkiyU1We85lq0W55ozb0V1N58NMF4pOf_FAgg4tmYQCWXJ788QeRINo" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgXxX2YzJZomW9I1LMnM-cV_vUXDVt-wMpWyuBsd57VzkHnelUxDbGyqjNyhhvLjppIdEyyyvg_AI9w-8uG0YpDOgptelnsqo4JmOg0-GhxSTZmWTrFnJFbrFu9y4xt1JVhr58TLqkiyU1We85lq0W55ozb0V1N58NMF4pOf_FAgg4tmYQCWXJ788QeRINo" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj_9MEXAOWbIbHyWVnkUAWyHMSx-VC3x1hnsSb6qc_qN1-6Z1TmCEm5iAvcG5NlETewSNiyhjswlfnkTjhUFW2BM4CIdF8FRrnK24oWJyTyc44OCJAFZjFoFvCnIU1Jv_VfdoNmKUNnsSsfrzTPGG1EtHESx61HnCYc9_Vx7nvZ1ousz7KiH3YxluWDpzrR" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj_9MEXAOWbIbHyWVnkUAWyHMSx-VC3x1hnsSb6qc_qN1-6Z1TmCEm5iAvcG5NlETewSNiyhjswlfnkTjhUFW2BM4CIdF8FRrnK24oWJyTyc44OCJAFZjFoFvCnIU1Jv_VfdoNmKUNnsSsfrzTPGG1EtHESx61HnCYc9_Vx7nvZ1ousz7KiH3YxluWDpzrR=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p> Chelsea snatches the gun from the table before her and stomps into the
center of the room. "Right. That's it for you lot. You done good." She
raises the gun and shoots the man in the face, sending him flying back
over the sofa. </p><p>"PLEASE! MY DAUGHTER AND SON! THEY NEED ME. I'M....." </p><p>Chelsea shrugs and shoots the woman in the chest. Two more shots are
fired into them for good measure. "And that's that." Chelsea wipes the
gun and tosses it to the floor. </p><p> </p><p><b>Storm Warning 01</b> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhajJAHTFF4LcVPb2WONDsVsylfNRcwfXWKQQk3y-csYa4B1ZUmLMDJgqVlTQLnnXjAK279qo5swIHW4bep1XIQ9b9BSRg-wtvewQ1EmHKUkrC3_DMpP1EClGcT4zMku7bwNUBDIZEQn77Nz8iRkQ56Q8CGKY1zfPFemEj_bQyvaeKntXZpuee89KwKMZV1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhajJAHTFF4LcVPb2WONDsVsylfNRcwfXWKQQk3y-csYa4B1ZUmLMDJgqVlTQLnnXjAK279qo5swIHW4bep1XIQ9b9BSRg-wtvewQ1EmHKUkrC3_DMpP1EClGcT4zMku7bwNUBDIZEQn77Nz8iRkQ56Q8CGKY1zfPFemEj_bQyvaeKntXZpuee89KwKMZV1=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>The house gathers when Olivia and Kado ask for a meeting. The serious
nature of the request made it very clear that they all needed to make
time.
Kado takes the lead. "Thank you all for making time for this today. This
may be nothing, but in the interest of full disclosure and in light of
the events of the past, we wanted to gather to make sure the Coven and
its friends knew what was on the radar."
"We appreciate that," Jinny nods.
"As you know, Olivia was involved with her home Coven in Italy. A Coven
that turned towards the dark over the years. A Coven that had become a
cancer for those around them. A select few tried to move the Coven back
into the light, but....they failed, only making matters worse."
Olivia wipes her eyes.
"A dark plot had developed there and a great evil was being summoned.
All for greed and power. Thanks to the efforts of Olivia and allies like
Severina Elettra, they were stopped. The loss of life was tragic." He
glances at Olivia. "Olivia's own Mother was a victim there."
A shudder runs through Cindy, but she doesn't know why. </p><p><br /></p><p><b>Storm Warning 02</b> </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgmX_mQ4Anol3M3alAAITrybTU6RPmspxUhgKHlkqYpjIiynuGzkAjJK5tkiaus66PXzwQnkgrqcWpY5lCodXtbUoepjmCWnw2idrtr2D4Rpa5lCp93tshTmlN0R1dTr_nMkAP9R_rRL9mcvw4X0U2DtWpHhaXDMleTME6C0OmS9RSzGkXZ4--O8zdSpqGC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgmX_mQ4Anol3M3alAAITrybTU6RPmspxUhgKHlkqYpjIiynuGzkAjJK5tkiaus66PXzwQnkgrqcWpY5lCodXtbUoepjmCWnw2idrtr2D4Rpa5lCp93tshTmlN0R1dTr_nMkAP9R_rRL9mcvw4X0U2DtWpHhaXDMleTME6C0OmS9RSzGkXZ4--O8zdSpqGC" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>The women in the room hang on Kado's every word. Alert. </p><p> "The Coven members in Italy were...dispatched. Our allies there left for
the most part. Now, we've found out that one of the members we thought
dead is very much alive. Severina alerted us to her presence." </p><p>"Here?" Kim's voice is small. </p><p>"No. Back in Italy. The woman's name is Elke Giacomina. A powerful
woman. She's one of the oldest witches in the Italian coterie and one we
are not agreed on. She has a reputation and a dark side, but she may be
aligned with Olivia. Severina was thought to be a Daughter of Darkness,
but we were mistaken." </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgAbjOH0decKUsJ8c9ObUGmiBXA06YoI5Dl1ENyPR1CRPCUTFRFdkOrhiuLP6RA9mDViwGY-gYl2NxtaHh1RAk9G7yI40FFOwMXqtEVafBF-qiTmjDA-0JUBMZSrM24bgRuIGauhQ6lgEA-0mSx3p0WiwiF8TdCgwS4oh4C_E3a9WSAzK983QdwiOYN3cpJ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgAbjOH0decKUsJ8c9ObUGmiBXA06YoI5Dl1ENyPR1CRPCUTFRFdkOrhiuLP6RA9mDViwGY-gYl2NxtaHh1RAk9G7yI40FFOwMXqtEVafBF-qiTmjDA-0JUBMZSrM24bgRuIGauhQ6lgEA-0mSx3p0WiwiF8TdCgwS4oh4C_E3a9WSAzK983QdwiOYN3cpJ" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Tanner lets a small grin cross her face. "We hope." </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhstpaVO82rHeTiRNQRevQFCUqHBfknYYRJJALLIcpgtxMRNWLF75I_xMekIx45OU6CN9Tbvyu399eJRwpeGvoh3iOI4Uy0uz7KBGFQ2dZ-0IzxTnXvBwMB19VyELm4JXmF4VfNipTrRqLK8X1xtJd1ppSBKp9E54-4ze3gYTTeqt5tEYh0bN9p6AkPJaUp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhstpaVO82rHeTiRNQRevQFCUqHBfknYYRJJALLIcpgtxMRNWLF75I_xMekIx45OU6CN9Tbvyu399eJRwpeGvoh3iOI4Uy0uz7KBGFQ2dZ-0IzxTnXvBwMB19VyELm4JXmF4VfNipTrRqLK8X1xtJd1ppSBKp9E54-4ze3gYTTeqt5tEYh0bN9p6AkPJaUp" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p> Jinny cuts to the chase. "Bottom line - are we in danger here? Do we
know where this woman is now?" </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiXi7Xk176Dr3piH9ECGWGBgEFbS5dj1pIaX8duZXxvJTE7FJLAcUn-1C60lD3B6HqurYI2JUMFkdeihK0olewrTodwwgyu4TrgE_RQqwaCmZ4bcN5szaQbSYnkBO1Fm_664ra_7s32tW5UtuXvDcjDdOD0zn_XAjY4h3VIqqtGV9TpQQpIBExJYhzwgWTy" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiXi7Xk176Dr3piH9ECGWGBgEFbS5dj1pIaX8duZXxvJTE7FJLAcUn-1C60lD3B6HqurYI2JUMFkdeihK0olewrTodwwgyu4TrgE_RQqwaCmZ4bcN5szaQbSYnkBO1Fm_664ra_7s32tW5UtuXvDcjDdOD0zn_XAjY4h3VIqqtGV9TpQQpIBExJYhzwgWTy" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Kado motions to Cindy. "Cindy has been working on spells of protection
for each of you and the house itself. She has made great strides in deep
magic to ensure your safety." Kado smiles, proud of her. </p><p> </p><p><b>Storm Warning 03</b> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjmnmub9RMkqM6UDcVuMJ3NoQ3E-1oNxBlV2tjU6DNHwrJXzouc2usjQ0ae7xXDoNAUb-2Faf4DUwgLdDV856eT2xlwq-UXCHBB87duA2XyKNzRkzP7IYCJF0V94ax9ot0lN2u7dPI9Mqvze48-5hsyyWl1dyAcQFGOvQetxxr1jN5iphD6-fRXFTT9bdax" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjmnmub9RMkqM6UDcVuMJ3NoQ3E-1oNxBlV2tjU6DNHwrJXzouc2usjQ0ae7xXDoNAUb-2Faf4DUwgLdDV856eT2xlwq-UXCHBB87duA2XyKNzRkzP7IYCJF0V94ax9ot0lN2u7dPI9Mqvze48-5hsyyWl1dyAcQFGOvQetxxr1jN5iphD6-fRXFTT9bdax" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p> "Her work with the older tomes has been amazing."
Olivia addresses the group. "I have people in Italy that are checking on
her now. Her last known whereabouts and where she is currently. We also
have people asking around to make sure there are no other...loose ends.
The biggest one is in our own backyard - Terrance Melkin. He was
helping us and provided protections and insights that were very helpful,
but he's dropped off the radar. Tanner is seeking him out." </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgAt95WBBwyJ69-3y0UgzD4hfDGAz170eLUIEqkf_uFwuRMLMowpE5nGyxq-zuAzbA0imRsjTOrvzo5cpdjIC4nIMQHhMM9VcJUjtPNyA_NbSz3mVIaQeBvk_SjjqPHZV6w9jSWU8yQ2PQ4vHZClekhi039W7Ykd0O93jAi1goAOuxiNgjQ-DC8-yTMpYBI" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgAt95WBBwyJ69-3y0UgzD4hfDGAz170eLUIEqkf_uFwuRMLMowpE5nGyxq-zuAzbA0imRsjTOrvzo5cpdjIC4nIMQHhMM9VcJUjtPNyA_NbSz3mVIaQeBvk_SjjqPHZV6w9jSWU8yQ2PQ4vHZClekhi039W7Ykd0O93jAi1goAOuxiNgjQ-DC8-yTMpYBI" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>"He's gone ta ground, but I'll find him." She smiles. "Him and his
weirdo girl squad. That's another loose end. These...women named Vipers.
I'm lookin' in ta what they hell THEY are as well. Long and the short -
don't go makin' any new friends fer a while without triple checkin yer
backs." </p><p> </p><p>Olivia sighs. "Yes, but believe me when I say that your safety is of the
utmost importance. You are Family. This Coven and its friends are
strong together. Together you will be safe." </p><p>_________ </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj-Wnu28V9GPRNwjtd7nTlBWKaP-iNXHlWyjbc9_oBPhZjJWrd9jbShEXudMynIdHegsUpn7xNg4CBysq62QJimC7hOQ0vD-NMJp3WXii7-0tAPWT9D5xya7xijx8p7vjNS0jCmY1Wnj7Rran2xrh_da9CM7VGkUey8eaKPvXQZZTx2SU96W1BmdP0tJDo9" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj-Wnu28V9GPRNwjtd7nTlBWKaP-iNXHlWyjbc9_oBPhZjJWrd9jbShEXudMynIdHegsUpn7xNg4CBysq62QJimC7hOQ0vD-NMJp3WXii7-0tAPWT9D5xya7xijx8p7vjNS0jCmY1Wnj7Rran2xrh_da9CM7VGkUey8eaKPvXQZZTx2SU96W1BmdP0tJDo9" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Upstairs in Cindy's room, something shimmers in the mirrors.... </p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh2P1AdGiOcpgPvH9FIZjNPShmKme6nZ73DQG1cVj-dR61fSKlXB60Xe3-2L86ZPkQT7ItG9mbRp8El-WYaLwbt25eZ2zTn1hcSKrIXwAdpWBdYFGMzVt0SyeuD3lG1WdDP9AFHE0uDY9H8RsDfMqcJlh6ZgViyEs_nz8DpQoZJWjK8VkbyKS7v0YFmuy9I" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh2P1AdGiOcpgPvH9FIZjNPShmKme6nZ73DQG1cVj-dR61fSKlXB60Xe3-2L86ZPkQT7ItG9mbRp8El-WYaLwbt25eZ2zTn1hcSKrIXwAdpWBdYFGMzVt0SyeuD3lG1WdDP9AFHE0uDY9H8RsDfMqcJlh6ZgViyEs_nz8DpQoZJWjK8VkbyKS7v0YFmuy9I" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p><b>Claire stares down at the little figure she got for Cindy. </b>She whispers,
"Well, the news downstairs kinda took the wind out of my sails for
this. Just something I found at Hot Topic. Thought you'd dig it." She
hands the little Jack Skellington to Cindy. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg9DjtCIzyMQQNwXuM4xVst7DO9W3p6pPuMeS6eQHz7xcgQQOmEpffaYz-EJShuHs8i9d_Nasu0inNd-oUUY6rcGF-vzybXQ5Rpj0umRnIistcOoU6czG9JNGf8dANIfrYzvpeCDIIH-v3FKeAJAESLqsCDGcmuwBG1B0P0L0nwNs49yXtgU-VroJmxofZr" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg9DjtCIzyMQQNwXuM4xVst7DO9W3p6pPuMeS6eQHz7xcgQQOmEpffaYz-EJShuHs8i9d_Nasu0inNd-oUUY6rcGF-vzybXQ5Rpj0umRnIistcOoU6czG9JNGf8dANIfrYzvpeCDIIH-v3FKeAJAESLqsCDGcmuwBG1B0P0L0nwNs49yXtgU-VroJmxofZr" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p> "Awww..it's adorable. Thank you so much." Cindy smiles. "I'll put it up
where I can see it." She moves to the shelves. </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjCetGQXkci-1LE9jGhOqUvNAeWJbqaCUaA8EiA-CnBEGdn8cnwIEZOrqVLR3dfVVD7K2r5-GKi1C5Q_LicOfUwfFOHG4OxEFtAMR4dvy55Ws4cgCsjms1D7jelIHPR8uqMBc9fCiSzfvV8t6ChhgT7-aFJ8lYLKkbOQIaDbwsfJIBR2_vTEu1HQYX9cW_R" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjCetGQXkci-1LE9jGhOqUvNAeWJbqaCUaA8EiA-CnBEGdn8cnwIEZOrqVLR3dfVVD7K2r5-GKi1C5Q_LicOfUwfFOHG4OxEFtAMR4dvy55Ws4cgCsjms1D7jelIHPR8uqMBc9fCiSzfvV8t6ChhgT7-aFJ8lYLKkbOQIaDbwsfJIBR2_vTEu1HQYX9cW_R" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>"I think Jinny and Kim took the news rather hard. We were all wondering
if we should talk about this with everyone. We didn't want to cause
unnecessary panic, but also wanted to be open and up front." Kado sighs.
"I know Kim doesn't like this." </p><p>Darcy says, "None of us really LIKE it. Except for Tanner, maybe." </p><p>"I can talk with them. Get a read." Claire shrugs. </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhDbAdD-FqrZ7ag4qgAdQEX9ztJL1PGyvoXsLCq6aeTPLOyRszDM1Kp55oSn4F2IgdDZNvSvONzkO3xDd9YQToJGnQ5TZebGQPipRDLqZ7Fy15GzDD8LxjhvMqWq8K1npWne7Jb4NBARi935JodiO2YWcJhTrR8daxTT1mdbYspgBc7csiRjxlRHHzjlI6L" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhDbAdD-FqrZ7ag4qgAdQEX9ztJL1PGyvoXsLCq6aeTPLOyRszDM1Kp55oSn4F2IgdDZNvSvONzkO3xDd9YQToJGnQ5TZebGQPipRDLqZ7Fy15GzDD8LxjhvMqWq8K1npWne7Jb4NBARi935JodiO2YWcJhTrR8daxTT1mdbYspgBc7csiRjxlRHHzjlI6L" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p> </p><p> "And I'm still going through the older tomes for spells of protection.
I'm working with Kado and the others on some translations. Some of the
spells seem very powerful, but I don't want to bring something that's
too powerful to us. Unless we really need it." </p><p>A silence lingers for a moment.
"Yeeeah..." Claire whispers. </p><p> </p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgaLceWxLLGxtH5wTTQCp2EEVGEsJxOezweo2iU7egk9SBx_SoYbrN0R65ddAF8G5wkFWPCyTcyqBLD-BcMxF7Ib4z_uMaLIIkuAF2nizgjNco2PGUv0lvOn5iveedomlcs5GT2bGG5PNUooMhCczXFcEILptQhRpc3TgMQMgqNZHj_vrrxejFVJs453zAt" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgaLceWxLLGxtH5wTTQCp2EEVGEsJxOezweo2iU7egk9SBx_SoYbrN0R65ddAF8G5wkFWPCyTcyqBLD-BcMxF7Ib4z_uMaLIIkuAF2nizgjNco2PGUv0lvOn5iveedomlcs5GT2bGG5PNUooMhCczXFcEILptQhRpc3TgMQMgqNZHj_vrrxejFVJs453zAt" width="320" /></a></div> <b>Janice is super annoyed with Melkin's time shifting magic tricks</b>.
Leaving the coffee place at one time and walking outside in
another...into sunlight. A$$hole.... <p></p><p> </p><p>"Ok, tough guy. Did Mary Wells send you after me," Janice looks to the
sky and screams, ..."or did that Demon WH0RE?!" She grins.
Melkin isn't laughing. </p><p> </p><p>"You done?" </p><p> </p><p>Janice shrugs. "For now...maybe..." </p><p> </p><p> "What do you know about Elke Giacomina?" </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh9Scxv8u3mtZ0xy8iGLZ07s6g8ZanVApTYvGpCdWL0rBlfe8clrECltqVeKZxo6R5YQq9AZfnwnx0kmukxXrgzVke2txO_9uJtG8S5ygzAfa6OXJwo1wCHIsBMdGeHEelk3px6Y40IyY9VBGtFunNi78bCYWS6xON1G2Ig8Jm1WvH8StC_bNt8AbGe34Gi" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh9Scxv8u3mtZ0xy8iGLZ07s6g8ZanVApTYvGpCdWL0rBlfe8clrECltqVeKZxo6R5YQq9AZfnwnx0kmukxXrgzVke2txO_9uJtG8S5ygzAfa6OXJwo1wCHIsBMdGeHEelk3px6Y40IyY9VBGtFunNi78bCYWS6xON1G2Ig8Jm1WvH8StC_bNt8AbGe34Gi" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p> Janice laughs. "Oh...wait...is this your big plan? Tell me some
fairytale about a monster under my bed to get me to run back and play
nice with the Vipers? 'Don't go out in the world, little girl, or the
big...bad...Elke Giacomina will GET you!' I would have liked it more if
you dragged me out here and just tried to beat me into going back with
you." She shakes her head. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi-OMm5RjavcVTOS3EloiI_HavZ60eaBzP-oXnQk6cXGmEfYyPecOexhk-s7VgVA6iBofZ88-zF4w0mFgFvbGPzMO2SeaGOesxZwMCxamuvK7x3FJwBS5FOoCjxu8N1MSRo4hRPNjiLs5AbMOMeVl645tEfCpG5tmNo6eiGnpyV_NzNcXZ6ODGInpVkmuxc" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi-OMm5RjavcVTOS3EloiI_HavZ60eaBzP-oXnQk6cXGmEfYyPecOexhk-s7VgVA6iBofZ88-zF4w0mFgFvbGPzMO2SeaGOesxZwMCxamuvK7x3FJwBS5FOoCjxu8N1MSRo4hRPNjiLs5AbMOMeVl645tEfCpG5tmNo6eiGnpyV_NzNcXZ6ODGInpVkmuxc" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgf0-p48vQfAq0KXWsllo3UbgWJ7mxlezy3kTroKGsoEubLyT30jsoJRxUnkbi9ReoMwMM3QJwJmQIo6Hzw0mDoK5P2h_pL4Hw-Df7OQdar4nWkQVaP6TfRBipqvqSFLHoBEzYTPTVIqZCccyKS3GvSq_OcFwj270GmsSbjBQZyz4n_FfYzLmu4ZJ-m4j2l" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1086" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgf0-p48vQfAq0KXWsllo3UbgWJ7mxlezy3kTroKGsoEubLyT30jsoJRxUnkbi9ReoMwMM3QJwJmQIo6Hzw0mDoK5P2h_pL4Hw-Df7OQdar4nWkQVaP6TfRBipqvqSFLHoBEzYTPTVIqZCccyKS3GvSq_OcFwj270GmsSbjBQZyz4n_FfYzLmu4ZJ-m4j2l" width="318" /></a></div><p></p><p>Melkin is done. He shifts gears and hands Janice a photo of Cindy and
Darcy. "The Slater sisters and their friends are off limits. Period. The
blonde that runs the coffee shop and all of them." </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjB4Ma2oMVbzQwi8qKDecQ6XVwar55sA4IlkFRrrBg6olOcm2E5r1hPYdQ6l-SXsib8-1dwFSO6TqXqeNTgOhD5R5uXaSSoKvb0jhldhFZG79teb91YhIQ55tGrn_CkRNJgqoObINMDHAiORCOU-GIlQcxyLptFFkBzFP52J4s6FRhAKHmgpUQWJW0gb0yM" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjB4Ma2oMVbzQwi8qKDecQ6XVwar55sA4IlkFRrrBg6olOcm2E5r1hPYdQ6l-SXsib8-1dwFSO6TqXqeNTgOhD5R5uXaSSoKvb0jhldhFZG79teb91YhIQ55tGrn_CkRNJgqoObINMDHAiORCOU-GIlQcxyLptFFkBzFP52J4s6FRhAKHmgpUQWJW0gb0yM" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p> </p><p>Janice stares at the photo, then looks back at Melkin. "F^ck you." She
tosses the photo at him, smiles, and whispers, "That little one has a
power. I've felt it. I want it. And you and the Wh0re aren't going to
tell me---" Janice feels something slither through her. Something
dark...evil...and violating. She can't even scream. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg1cn4kkqwTzJkhVgr4CjrECqMF-mOrAghALAr83KauwXNCS4AG48nn-aaAuj-JiFwKmUwU67sGhsSgEvLZkVacVoeuc8KzfqR6BYa3bkRQa7aaeBzI9P62EyBS_kudPCKPgXYSTIBbDIyBgHD49yocydNDzRIuA__okQVRaoGb9ENN4B7vBSJW5oEs4PcQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg1cn4kkqwTzJkhVgr4CjrECqMF-mOrAghALAr83KauwXNCS4AG48nn-aaAuj-JiFwKmUwU67sGhsSgEvLZkVacVoeuc8KzfqR6BYa3bkRQa7aaeBzI9P62EyBS_kudPCKPgXYSTIBbDIyBgHD49yocydNDzRIuA__okQVRaoGb9ENN4B7vBSJW5oEs4PcQ" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEilXUQS6BCnCtHWsdCDVBxhLbjKZhaSZf361o6bSfBeM1OLPwZz43EvAAqgV50uEyahCX8dv2ouBYCaWt0d5BArGGuWlLJ5MoWbEXIxsckpUVrwhLIHt_7RO0TkqCjC5toGhqR_4wDcFeHzU1zAocuaOy15LYM2pNTWtE6zMqZa9jivSXQANRqlhs03xG6E" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEilXUQS6BCnCtHWsdCDVBxhLbjKZhaSZf361o6bSfBeM1OLPwZz43EvAAqgV50uEyahCX8dv2ouBYCaWt0d5BArGGuWlLJ5MoWbEXIxsckpUVrwhLIHt_7RO0TkqCjC5toGhqR_4wDcFeHzU1zAocuaOy15LYM2pNTWtE6zMqZa9jivSXQANRqlhs03xG6E" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>She drops to the
ground clutching at her midsection, then her head as the slithering
thing seems to wrap itself around her spine and crawl up to her mind. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhBsCtMNey2VhWFUZVBAoqRiubeu84WmWrFnsDI7YWyQK-uH6VE1vOpvjO9NHnDCL5q149v_D1Akaf6hG9Y7mQSwiWFkM0_YLoU4HTR8B78XJIYfbsz3r3c_ICUKcfjwTZsJyb9APRPa9vsqyNmNJ1Qtu0769nzVMlegL5lgmiyr93UXWlujq-iXvbq3F2S" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhBsCtMNey2VhWFUZVBAoqRiubeu84WmWrFnsDI7YWyQK-uH6VE1vOpvjO9NHnDCL5q149v_D1Akaf6hG9Y7mQSwiWFkM0_YLoU4HTR8B78XJIYfbsz3r3c_ICUKcfjwTZsJyb9APRPa9vsqyNmNJ1Qtu0769nzVMlegL5lgmiyr93UXWlujq-iXvbq3F2S=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p> "Rethink your choices, Janice. You know where I live when you want to
try this chat again." </p><p><br /></p><p><b>Villa Morelli - Part 01</b> - Apr 18, 2022</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiOErX4Hb3jKM6FYtaQl8-90U3vUyhrPa-HKctwLu0oZvqyZvoY-bx8X1Ps36El6B0-vXtL6Bz95Q6dBZj-m3bWSEfQUNr_aSlYyS_HqVdvS0nNVQnnSAceYxWjgTLH1HcPlf31FDvvETVQaZ4Exu0_bcucFqBe11lrmpeD-Ltmj9t67rYnZlWcCvr5-Tma" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiOErX4Hb3jKM6FYtaQl8-90U3vUyhrPa-HKctwLu0oZvqyZvoY-bx8X1Ps36El6B0-vXtL6Bz95Q6dBZj-m3bWSEfQUNr_aSlYyS_HqVdvS0nNVQnnSAceYxWjgTLH1HcPlf31FDvvETVQaZ4Exu0_bcucFqBe11lrmpeD-Ltmj9t67rYnZlWcCvr5-Tma" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>:::All dialogue in Italian::::
Another ambulance arrives at the Villa Morelli and the little blonde
directing the show notes that they finally got the message about no
sirens being needed. None of the victims were going to be in need of
rushed service tonight.
The blonde shouts up to two men on the upper level. "When you are done
on the balcony, make sure that window is closed. I don't want the wind
messing up my crime scene!" Her voice is loud and clear and demands more
attention than her small frame would imply.
"Detective Bruni?"
Detective Chelsea Bruni turns to address the man. "Yes, Vitale?"
The man is curt and to the point, knowing that's what she expects. "So
far, a total of 11 bodies. 3 children."
Chelsea stops herself from laughing. She guesses that they have not
found the pretty little boy she killed hung up in the garage yet if they
only had 3 kids counted. He was particularly gruesome business. They
needed his eyes and heart for the ritual. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjtJs6xtL2xcPRmMjX1gRJBjs0W2SvsvWpDsjAaQBxN_cvxXDovnLOqPdvTwO-tIIgM2qvcLoXZtURK6NENUVpTWuW0hNlGl5YwLkpg-dyy5FAG5EpEZ9Ubb6ADdzkQqfpIc3PMGihZAQrB6AzglItg_-jxXRaelf1gt91Dgm94dbbKkhP2Sr_Q1Pt6hCaX" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjtJs6xtL2xcPRmMjX1gRJBjs0W2SvsvWpDsjAaQBxN_cvxXDovnLOqPdvTwO-tIIgM2qvcLoXZtURK6NENUVpTWuW0hNlGl5YwLkpg-dyy5FAG5EpEZ9Ubb6ADdzkQqfpIc3PMGihZAQrB6AzglItg_-jxXRaelf1gt91Dgm94dbbKkhP2Sr_Q1Pt6hCaX=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjsmYzEHW_oY-boyr7X43SVUosYfnZmU2CKqG7ZnG5FJtCTTNdIrWjX9KSaxrY9O_BIasnKN_mo21t8bHXzcCnLuVaacfPrxhvpRZ65i2j4dtoeanpBKCQwbxvhqDINJEZ3afSRS2VR1PpaQLKNjp6bNZQUhomCY4ji-1Hk5unKRsz64cN3DiLAWpBwXv4S" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjsmYzEHW_oY-boyr7X43SVUosYfnZmU2CKqG7ZnG5FJtCTTNdIrWjX9KSaxrY9O_BIasnKN_mo21t8bHXzcCnLuVaacfPrxhvpRZ65i2j4dtoeanpBKCQwbxvhqDINJEZ3afSRS2VR1PpaQLKNjp6bNZQUhomCY4ji-1Hk5unKRsz64cN3DiLAWpBwXv4S" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><b> Villa Morelli - Part 02 </b></p><p><b></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgnahokc4AI7i9QCeDyLe72N3rVLWhDLhggsvRnK9FwUB1Av5jYC0zxo4Z_ARdLiDyhHwjADzVvnJhcUf6ZYI4aL4gJ0dsul9zZB6dmF0wFNbe7tHRmVVZUnk7paU5miXQ3ehxS4GKT3DpLHKSsiVk6GyDq65XcFvGXZ685ACG_ZwHy0Tfix9aFK2RiEPUC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgnahokc4AI7i9QCeDyLe72N3rVLWhDLhggsvRnK9FwUB1Av5jYC0zxo4Z_ARdLiDyhHwjADzVvnJhcUf6ZYI4aL4gJ0dsul9zZB6dmF0wFNbe7tHRmVVZUnk7paU5miXQ3ehxS4GKT3DpLHKSsiVk6GyDq65XcFvGXZ685ACG_ZwHy0Tfix9aFK2RiEPUC" width="240" /></a></b></div><b><br /> </b><p></p><p><b> </b>:::All dialogue in Italian::::
Detective Bruni crosses herself. "Damn it...." She stares at him for a
moment. "And the weapon?"
"It does in fact check out as the same caliber as the Villanueva case.
The same strange markings found on the blunt trauma area of Daniele
Villanueva as well. Detective Segreto informed the Chief and he's
passing the information on to a new contact - Tomas Jansen. Guess he's
looking at the Villanueva Case from a different angle."
Chelsea feels the floor drop out from under her. "Wait...what?" Who the
F^CK is Tomas Jansen?!"
Detective Vitale braces himself. "I...um..." He curses and pulls his
notepad from his back pocket. He wanted to be able to do this without
his notes. "Uh..."
"Come on...Jesus...." Detective Bruni rolls her head on her shoulders.
"Finnish guy. Um...works in the Finnish Security and Intelligence
Agency? Retired police?"
"You ASKING me or TELLING me?!" She sighs and motions towards the gate.
"Go and keep those vultures back. Can you do that - keeping the press
out of here?"
He nods and jogs to the gate.
Chelsea rubs her head. Finland? What the hell. All of this was happening
too fast. Just when they get Morte Bianca heading back to full
strength, this ridiculous loose end resurfaces? She'll need to contact
Elke Giacomina right away about this.
______ </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgkOIrFsW_h2UafVL_89wxCZ7XeuSufwwB8dR5KKKCL_Ca6GnGFY-4fLN890LC5EmCeQneOp6s7Kx_GxKadWlItXySkG6a4Hh-30epAMedf4XR9KBcJEITrmO0N0RXktO0Sq17e7h-3V0ZqR3GuzGHLygwDZJCRHF2JSeSUCFdU6VfqIEBygiHALPANFQLJ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgkOIrFsW_h2UafVL_89wxCZ7XeuSufwwB8dR5KKKCL_Ca6GnGFY-4fLN890LC5EmCeQneOp6s7Kx_GxKadWlItXySkG6a4Hh-30epAMedf4XR9KBcJEITrmO0N0RXktO0Sq17e7h-3V0ZqR3GuzGHLygwDZJCRHF2JSeSUCFdU6VfqIEBygiHALPANFQLJ" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Find out more about Mr. Jansen over at @once_upon_a_time_in_finland
<a href="https://www.instagram.com/p/CcbE4YVMMjf/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link">https://www.instagram.com/p/CcbE4YVMMjf/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link</a></p><p> </p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhHz6Rf82wNNYnoMpieAUK1bzOMhLiXH0mIoPQGPVR67AjzQHyVE56zp3H3Qy4MYdLUHpY3HKSF0ebdG-097feDlE8EZAsERaKOpu91cS7azKDIvwWsqo7JQYYLHV0tuMjt5Sv0g-IltlY7BoKbni2iFv7z0F4vCG6-WrZ-kIPZOzqsYu8zjY9qIWmSb9eN" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhHz6Rf82wNNYnoMpieAUK1bzOMhLiXH0mIoPQGPVR67AjzQHyVE56zp3H3Qy4MYdLUHpY3HKSF0ebdG-097feDlE8EZAsERaKOpu91cS7azKDIvwWsqo7JQYYLHV0tuMjt5Sv0g-IltlY7BoKbni2iFv7z0F4vCG6-WrZ-kIPZOzqsYu8zjY9qIWmSb9eN=w640-h640" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p><b>Janice recovers from the attack on her mind and body after some time of
just laying there in the sun in the dirt, but when she looks for Melkin,
he's long gone. </b>
She curses him and heads back to the rundown little place she's
squatting in for now. She sneers at the WARNING: DANGEROUS ASBESTOS
HAZARD signs and tape as she twists the doorknob and ducks under the
tape to enter.
She'd have to do something about the Demon at some point, that was
certain. The VIPERS weren't going to betray their vows, so they were
nothing to worry about. But Melkin. He'd have to go. He'd go the same
way the apartment manager went. She glances at the pots on the stove and
grins whispering, "Deliciously...."
She feels the air grow warm and freezes on the spot.
"Little girl...why are you being so disobedient? Hmmm?"
The voice is coming from behind Janice, but she doesn't want to turn
around. She doesn't want to look into the Demon's eyes.
"Why are you so bent on protecting some witches?" she snarls.
The Demon doesn't answer. Instead she whispers into Janice's ear. It's
low, but clear. The words creep into Janice's mind like the snake energy
that slithered through Janice earlier. The words sting, then hurt, then
draw tears. And fear. So much fear.
The Demon smiles. "Now that we're seeing...eye to eye....go to Melkin,
listen to him, and behave. If you do...." she whispers in Janice's ear
again, but this time the words are sweet and calm and send shivers
through Janice's body in wondrous ways. Janice starts breathing hard and
panting in bursts. "If you do...you'll be rewarded in lovely ways."
The Demon vanishes and Janice falls to her knees.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjZMTUWT8K-d-Gv0Qk_1soa5LSupBq1XgBBS1eWAQmuk9oDv4-hVN4yv4TXYITcvgDVL6kVTMMAD3S6OQYL7qQnrCIhq15_Kj5viTSvkwpT5TnxMjppVHESmIiRrE_x0BGMMFHJzYOOEodIR0dEUiNLKyVytMX8U65AO71mjqYy-cDpfX-K8ZT36TY79arw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjZMTUWT8K-d-Gv0Qk_1soa5LSupBq1XgBBS1eWAQmuk9oDv4-hVN4yv4TXYITcvgDVL6kVTMMAD3S6OQYL7qQnrCIhq15_Kj5viTSvkwpT5TnxMjppVHESmIiRrE_x0BGMMFHJzYOOEodIR0dEUiNLKyVytMX8U65AO71mjqYy-cDpfX-K8ZT36TY79arw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjGCobxwRQN9myZFRzG87_dNP5jfzBIkAVSVwzc0zbJA8LtLG7vHwpa0CdjO-IImFpp71UEo0_byE_FjvQNFEeCLSl9NWHARIsIo1j4u4_vRZ4zOFeqCjGM-uiO_w7_ba43X50eeYmd3240gyj0gIVB2YxLms_ruRqPpfYTrifOvUDT2gVgP04VHwpKrO8U" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjGCobxwRQN9myZFRzG87_dNP5jfzBIkAVSVwzc0zbJA8LtLG7vHwpa0CdjO-IImFpp71UEo0_byE_FjvQNFEeCLSl9NWHARIsIo1j4u4_vRZ4zOFeqCjGM-uiO_w7_ba43X50eeYmd3240gyj0gIVB2YxLms_ruRqPpfYTrifOvUDT2gVgP04VHwpKrO8U" width="240" /></a></div><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjZMTUWT8K-d-Gv0Qk_1soa5LSupBq1XgBBS1eWAQmuk9oDv4-hVN4yv4TXYITcvgDVL6kVTMMAD3S6OQYL7qQnrCIhq15_Kj5viTSvkwpT5TnxMjppVHESmIiRrE_x0BGMMFHJzYOOEodIR0dEUiNLKyVytMX8U65AO71mjqYy-cDpfX-K8ZT36TY79arw" width="240" /></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgVa93wI1SC8qIkWJg5KZY882ie5Yx7ca5H2FHB-50g879_ZnzgzZvzbr9bed2NR18GXXUAJlzHrb3yO7mikobgmW4Hca03355Sb1ky2AucEkO2NIhXkptR_70NJNdsuq2XFK0icJ8F3FmwoQnd0EBy69Ag_edhHEY0ihcFLRAtgPVz0x6yGw6tADvLc2Cn" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgVa93wI1SC8qIkWJg5KZY882ie5Yx7ca5H2FHB-50g879_ZnzgzZvzbr9bed2NR18GXXUAJlzHrb3yO7mikobgmW4Hca03355Sb1ky2AucEkO2NIhXkptR_70NJNdsuq2XFK0icJ8F3FmwoQnd0EBy69Ag_edhHEY0ihcFLRAtgPVz0x6yGw6tADvLc2Cn" width="240" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhaN-2oZs_lniDloeloQGF9c6OH_p_x8dfbfYAWLJdt28s8mXgEnfAphz1kmI_j_APn-PQomRsToT-lkCrocb3Su3bb8MxcIzehNwSLG5T3KKuWCn6RhZ5-Ufh2PNXk5xNW3E8LCyI-cJBzyNPo1wHcnPTmy4B1-QSRMLPZZWP_iq0WjIBJcDiqaHckJVOG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhaN-2oZs_lniDloeloQGF9c6OH_p_x8dfbfYAWLJdt28s8mXgEnfAphz1kmI_j_APn-PQomRsToT-lkCrocb3Su3bb8MxcIzehNwSLG5T3KKuWCn6RhZ5-Ufh2PNXk5xNW3E8LCyI-cJBzyNPo1wHcnPTmy4B1-QSRMLPZZWP_iq0WjIBJcDiqaHckJVOG" width="240" /></a></div></div><br /><br /> <p></p><p><b>A package is delivered to the house.</b> The two men that deliver it have exotic accents.
Claire calls up to Cindy. “Um…Cindy?! You have a…box here. And it smells like… herbs, smoke, and…medicine?”
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Cindy comes down and immediately touches the necklace around her neck
and whispers something. Nothing happens and she moves closer to the
source of the smokey, herbal smells.
"Two dudes just delivered this. I remembered what you said about the
spells and sigils, so I thought it would be ok." Claire winces. "Is it
ok?"
Darcy grabs Kim's old family cross and places it on the box before
sitting down. "Just in case."
Cindy kneels by the box and whispers an incantation she read in one of
the older spell books. Nothing happens and she says, "Seems ok."
"Doggos love it. So does Kat. They all want inside, so I doubt it's
anything like some of the other items we've had in here. They run from
trouble like that." Claire giggles a nervous giggle.
"I'm going to open it." It's like Cindy is trying to talk herself into
it. Part of her wants to call in Kado or Olivia, but another stronger
part wants to do this herself. She slices the packing tape and opens the
box.
More smoke smell and herbs hits them. It's not unpleasant - just the
opposite. It has a calming quality. They stare in for a minute, then
Claire mutters, "Holy sh!t...." <p></p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEju7i68pEsjZ_8jusSY-_fCo6pyC5gHOuhyNNrj8v11oC-Xwuh8TiA223efOBfH-kz0b5B_Cfo9dmxFVOcv6GWQmY4zZwT_UW9UsU9hkTXxTeT5KbpXX7mTS7CRRu4QBjo_UYlnbY18BOogmxnVG848tESzsTahGCqGcmgwMajQ44zgCpvV53020iXU3QVi" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEju7i68pEsjZ_8jusSY-_fCo6pyC5gHOuhyNNrj8v11oC-Xwuh8TiA223efOBfH-kz0b5B_Cfo9dmxFVOcv6GWQmY4zZwT_UW9UsU9hkTXxTeT5KbpXX7mTS7CRRu4QBjo_UYlnbY18BOogmxnVG848tESzsTahGCqGcmgwMajQ44zgCpvV53020iXU3QVi" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhU_dhNM00Wpxqgovt1KAuFzrWA_VL4hnD-3vlfOeojopg3-IwCTaPn_iMncZ6KWZHz2m1wFB-_5cenf5hWTCw1BSoBwHAScEyCRrd6bO1v1jKxjVj05z-qUD_21o_AvhhAEPjVcrOX_Y2MuFwp3uE2jIxonIiBNciTLweDgNmfwENw71bp_klFlC6WK30U" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhU_dhNM00Wpxqgovt1KAuFzrWA_VL4hnD-3vlfOeojopg3-IwCTaPn_iMncZ6KWZHz2m1wFB-_5cenf5hWTCw1BSoBwHAScEyCRrd6bO1v1jKxjVj05z-qUD_21o_AvhhAEPjVcrOX_Y2MuFwp3uE2jIxonIiBNciTLweDgNmfwENw71bp_klFlC6WK30U=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /> <p></p><p><b>📦 What's in the Box? Part 02</b>
"That's....that's a lot of jars." Darcy stares.
Cindy thinks, then reaches inside and pulls one of the heavy jars up and
out.
"Is that safe to do? What if there's a curse or...I don't know." Claire
curls her lip.
"I've checked. That spell I did earlier. Nothing in here will harm us.
Nothing with ill intent would make it past the front gate let alone the
front door. Not without....consequences." Her voice softens a bit. "As
long as we don't drink anything toxic."
Cindy's voice is confident and strong. It makes the others think that
the magic she's using now is on another level. They both want to hear
more about that later.
"Oh my..." Cindy re-reads the label. "This...." She looks at the others,
then back to the jar. "I paid about $180 for a small dropper bottle of
this a while back." She looks into the box again reading labels and her
mouth falls open. "There are...like thousands of dollars worth of
materials in here. More. Some of these I've only heard mention of in
books. Rare and super hard to get if you can get it at all!"
Claire stares on. "Well...somebody loves you." She grins. "Kado?"
"I've asked him not to send me things without telling me."
"Well....now what?" Darcy whispers as they all continue to stare at the
mysterious gift.
"We take a look at what we've got." Cindy smiles, then sees the manila
envelope at the bottom of the box. </p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh8DcbBbz5GLH56HB6M9c5gRbo5nk-7P7QbBD_e30JPCwjwiSA7SGpL-YVNb2KDT3LFeNhEn0YSx_Hi0mqJt-xGXOxtfvYivf_D4murnGkqTGV4OwQ5mr-06ttZRY7xcwdkZrvHbEBm9G656h2A89Y04nNrd7tMAIoO8LgIxcUrh6Qp1U88Jb443CmQosNy" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh8DcbBbz5GLH56HB6M9c5gRbo5nk-7P7QbBD_e30JPCwjwiSA7SGpL-YVNb2KDT3LFeNhEn0YSx_Hi0mqJt-xGXOxtfvYivf_D4murnGkqTGV4OwQ5mr-06ttZRY7xcwdkZrvHbEBm9G656h2A89Y04nNrd7tMAIoO8LgIxcUrh6Qp1U88Jb443CmQosNy" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p><b>📦 What's in the Box? Part 03</b>
Cindy moves the bottles up to her room. The box is too heavy, so she
ends up carrying them up by hand with Claire and Darcy helping. The
manila envelope was next. Cindy opened it in her room after promising to
let the others know as soon as she looked through it.
The box turns out to be from a partner of Severina. </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhhAKMxMx0G07VKEahfk4jbSmW_7IXLj-CdlsA2YjFtyVd0P0ziQ86NvwbqjUjQnEI8lKIZLW6LuAMhrjbMCiyaQ7Gz37MFKyegraY-kkig05Mn6PV_P3rw2ieKJznfBG6nCGGrrGQAn630axdAqVRgwcp0F4rRcYh2bn_wfwCNSqR09IuS7T474jm_tQQC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="820" data-original-width="1086" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhhAKMxMx0G07VKEahfk4jbSmW_7IXLj-CdlsA2YjFtyVd0P0ziQ86NvwbqjUjQnEI8lKIZLW6LuAMhrjbMCiyaQ7Gz37MFKyegraY-kkig05Mn6PV_P3rw2ieKJznfBG6nCGGrrGQAn630axdAqVRgwcp0F4rRcYh2bn_wfwCNSqR09IuS7T474jm_tQQC" width="318" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p> </p><p>A man named Torben
Jørgersen. She looks through the assorted papers and photos in the
envelope, then starts to read the letter.
________________
Cindy,
I'm sorry for the rather odd way this package is arriving. Due to
various circumstances, we had to ship it out quickly. After telling my
good brother Torben Jørgersen about your various talents, he was sure
that you were the right person to send all of these items to - and
more.. He said you are the right one to continue The Path of Shadow and
Light. We have explained in the letter with the red PSL in the corner.
In short, if you choose, you can be part of the Sisterhood of Light. I
have contacted Olivia about this as well since she is your Mother there.
She can explain more.
The path is long and can be hazardous, but seeing the care you took with
the spells of protection for your House and Coven, you can handle it.
Torben also has other items for you, but he would like to speak with you
before sending them on. I'm sure you understand.
If you do not wish to take this on, Olivia can take the supplies and you
do not have to speak of it again.
Hopeful
Yours in light ~ Severina
________________
Cindy stares at the jars and her mind swims. "The Path of Shadow and
Light?" She looks for the letter with the red PSL in the corner.
•Printed items from LITTLE MAGGIE SHOP on Etsy</p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgbU0nZd3DxBvzvmj_H-3rBRNRpkCDkzGlR6oc405pIj40_rPysdlfXWcJ_t5GTJpMIEQimfgEgNrtzImb2sO75w_5VIsEjJgAxUMzl9BhJFY5rEOLP8P_ZxKWUwErfa8RCBZeaK_OfwSIndzUQRk9wuJdOoLlyoboWQU8Z6hn2X7fgzBzFl4hdQyOcGVYv" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgbU0nZd3DxBvzvmj_H-3rBRNRpkCDkzGlR6oc405pIj40_rPysdlfXWcJ_t5GTJpMIEQimfgEgNrtzImb2sO75w_5VIsEjJgAxUMzl9BhJFY5rEOLP8P_ZxKWUwErfa8RCBZeaK_OfwSIndzUQRk9wuJdOoLlyoboWQU8Z6hn2X7fgzBzFl4hdQyOcGVYv" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiwR9kioj7eda5TxDaRRhha1B6QVRzQHeRpOaFPCDXu0kUARNu7zsQjSvFwRZEP8AG-wg2hlCiDJg7alALyI2WEySsrWmjlA_fumHlKvJkxZEP2uNgn-rw_eJZZhZFAo_KgfSz756rI5-r4KxeuVS397X_M6xhRmqdbMlthEMHJlFptOFRHaHGuJ_qnyNaD" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiwR9kioj7eda5TxDaRRhha1B6QVRzQHeRpOaFPCDXu0kUARNu7zsQjSvFwRZEP8AG-wg2hlCiDJg7alALyI2WEySsrWmjlA_fumHlKvJkxZEP2uNgn-rw_eJZZhZFAo_KgfSz756rI5-r4KxeuVS397X_M6xhRmqdbMlthEMHJlFptOFRHaHGuJ_qnyNaD" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiGxscBi39Uor5aQsEVTnU5KsQzRDsVMfEP8J1gOBEsAucXkiRuJRimUv2p4uFudnPdD3-Gk5WVMZOlz3_y76nIatQVPPNJ1mJ5cpO3vLQJOVKFf5HOjupjP9vxy1n7vH5SDuCjKvJKGPGm7ZgTQznwL6sKLRuKSBW7kc2cZezVqtHg2jW6cqFlrvr32yEq" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiGxscBi39Uor5aQsEVTnU5KsQzRDsVMfEP8J1gOBEsAucXkiRuJRimUv2p4uFudnPdD3-Gk5WVMZOlz3_y76nIatQVPPNJ1mJ5cpO3vLQJOVKFf5HOjupjP9vxy1n7vH5SDuCjKvJKGPGm7ZgTQznwL6sKLRuKSBW7kc2cZezVqtHg2jW6cqFlrvr32yEq" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhha7HKhRt8PdgkoJEH2IFfCDotai4mjC_bzYXkvaTouo-iqhSKEcPGcbVp0-D2gqIfTHf6hg6LD6Eh6FDRIongJ32GlisLJmEuXEpGQYo7Wc3a2F1TltUOvTbZbbhahP9mL_iFgIUnmoMCz8Y1nMxh2MnA9A17ue2CsMkHqF8Vj5B6iMoMlhmxeJ1ibkwf" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhha7HKhRt8PdgkoJEH2IFfCDotai4mjC_bzYXkvaTouo-iqhSKEcPGcbVp0-D2gqIfTHf6hg6LD6Eh6FDRIongJ32GlisLJmEuXEpGQYo7Wc3a2F1TltUOvTbZbbhahP9mL_iFgIUnmoMCz8Y1nMxh2MnA9A17ue2CsMkHqF8Vj5B6iMoMlhmxeJ1ibkwf" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjgeXNOc-8535hvYxeShZZkmXoQzQm3Mtxl2-4rfs_kCo7H8vNoQp6tduW7Y3rC7bSwWhT5mrn7XDPiaKL-fXj_I2NBiq3iGIldu2jY-8BvNPDSU83HtOFucyL3V51Jdg4fmSjRA2cB92mJebNQApwaujUVYRwB9cbVEkLAMKcn1BBP9W9Sr3KDlB3taChn" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjgeXNOc-8535hvYxeShZZkmXoQzQm3Mtxl2-4rfs_kCo7H8vNoQp6tduW7Y3rC7bSwWhT5mrn7XDPiaKL-fXj_I2NBiq3iGIldu2jY-8BvNPDSU83HtOFucyL3V51Jdg4fmSjRA2cB92mJebNQApwaujUVYRwB9cbVEkLAMKcn1BBP9W9Sr3KDlB3taChn" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEihKwoNKBU3vfS_xEiMsflpdckNME9x5bJ8STP4IekiA3HYJp4QL5hYOz2n0e966c702G6GgD-3rEFv5x1fU8wbcxm2ol39spisy8Tn3uSjJrQu4XwMtC_2nRvTH1mHbxBNoWENSXZvtMAymFR7UCX8K3755uoJbQzoPfbpIstvG88hfBXokveoLkwiIjPx" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEihKwoNKBU3vfS_xEiMsflpdckNME9x5bJ8STP4IekiA3HYJp4QL5hYOz2n0e966c702G6GgD-3rEFv5x1fU8wbcxm2ol39spisy8Tn3uSjJrQu4XwMtC_2nRvTH1mHbxBNoWENSXZvtMAymFR7UCX8K3755uoJbQzoPfbpIstvG88hfBXokveoLkwiIjPx" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p><b>Stories 01
Weeks ago....</b> </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgeBFk4FRJbCMhQe3hzlZZeI9IUzUcmIr0FdsAr9rboYJjLEaEJWpRWPLRHZX1KmGda6Rm9InI6B7SW5E60pyMKExLnRGJmORKybmxYs9aofSt_aSSevSxN8qkf3_FJf8iaWcUaCbMOlElbfJ2FRx5QZMo1J7Qr7sncMKBFYo1_q6ihEBVLDKmDI1DoBuBY" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgeBFk4FRJbCMhQe3hzlZZeI9IUzUcmIr0FdsAr9rboYJjLEaEJWpRWPLRHZX1KmGda6Rm9InI6B7SW5E60pyMKExLnRGJmORKybmxYs9aofSt_aSSevSxN8qkf3_FJf8iaWcUaCbMOlElbfJ2FRx5QZMo1J7Qr7sncMKBFYo1_q6ihEBVLDKmDI1DoBuBY=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p> Torben Jørgersen continues to speak and Severina writes what he says
down to send to Cindy. His home smells of baking bread and exotic spices
and herbs. His voice sounds as if it's echoing in a well - deep and
sonorous.
"The Path of Shadow and Light was more powerful in the past. Great
magical people doing great things in small doses. Educating. Healing,
Loving. They worshipped old Gods and Goddesses and were rewarded
handsomely. Over time, Christianity took over, of course. The magic
faded. Blind faith and book memorizing...." He waved off his own speech
making.
Severina grins. "The fire?"
"Oh...yes yes. There was the first major battle of The Path in 1929.
Between two sisters - Clara and Jessica St Fray. Grandparents came over
from...Estonia. The sisters were very powerful leaders, but had
different ideals. Small quarles lead to them using small spells against
each other. Factions formed. Everything broke down. Clara started using
dark magic. Trying to prove her power. And she did. Her followers grew."
Severina writes furiously.
"A battle raged. Jessica tried reason and love to pull her sister back,
but Clara was too far gone. Clara lashed out at Jessica with a curse or
spell that was very dark and very powerful. Jessica's followers watched
as a dark flame sprang from the very floor below her feet. But the flame
disappeared as soon as it touched Jessica's skin. Miles away, however,
Clara burst into flames. Her whole splinter Coven...was burned in a wild
and unholy fire." Torben shakes his head sadly. </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiw_D9OnXoSriyS298Uu1vYl9HxtuiGjiLo_SCgltQOLfVbFbuXV6QgjvK1iYj6iYLRFWHlJRt1CqXMo0JWXYNmmR_BZ7HmFeO_5EvFV8qYsUIloh8VtF83Io5JxNVNzOZyGEArRyDWxFmCVZNhqRvgasXfyygBDdrEPbDukTEG-63Wdp1WcvUuiqaVQOv9" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiw_D9OnXoSriyS298Uu1vYl9HxtuiGjiLo_SCgltQOLfVbFbuXV6QgjvK1iYj6iYLRFWHlJRt1CqXMo0JWXYNmmR_BZ7HmFeO_5EvFV8qYsUIloh8VtF83Io5JxNVNzOZyGEArRyDWxFmCVZNhqRvgasXfyygBDdrEPbDukTEG-63Wdp1WcvUuiqaVQOv9" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p><b>Stories 02 </b></p><p><b> </b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhsREGuOCzG7kC_GMMEAS_NeJ6vgX33c-aWvlq3e2NeKXJSbGk8zZY8U_Sw_TnIWUhnRUbsTnEMJKxMUjb-6oTaXUcDzCQxzRCw5ybBx67-x4j8uWnEu61NwPGvsS7efzJ3_VKjMpTsFORNyoQOVvLX5VbiYRtLlGB87dn7OrBmp0Ji6REUygazT9BI7uNl" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhsREGuOCzG7kC_GMMEAS_NeJ6vgX33c-aWvlq3e2NeKXJSbGk8zZY8U_Sw_TnIWUhnRUbsTnEMJKxMUjb-6oTaXUcDzCQxzRCw5ybBx67-x4j8uWnEu61NwPGvsS7efzJ3_VKjMpTsFORNyoQOVvLX5VbiYRtLlGB87dn7OrBmp0Ji6REUygazT9BI7uNl" width="240" /></a></b></div><b><br /></b><p></p><p><b> </b>"Well...balance was restored, yes. And Jessica St Fray was one of our
greatest leaders." He nods.
"The recent events in Italy. With Olivia's..." Severina stops herself
remembering the hot and cold feelings Torben has about what happened
there.
Torben rolls his eyes and stands. "Yes...yes...the great and powerful
Olivia Moore and her cult of Light." He chuckles knowingly. "I know how
you feel about her. No need to hide this. Yes...that was another event
that was very similar to what happened with the St Frays. But in this
case there was no powerful Spell of Runes to reverse a sister's spell,
Severina. This was a culling. Selective slaughter."
Severina dares to differ. "Melleson was leading the Italia down the same
dark path, Torben."
Torben smiles. "And when they found her in that field in Montieri, her
eyes were gone, tongue was gone, and she had wounds and scars UNDER her
skin and on her internal organs. No visible signs on her body." Torben
opens his oven and pulls the bread from it.
Severina notes that he's not wearing oven mitts.
"And when the Coven in Italy fell...were destroyed...and the few
remaining loyalists escaped to speak to Olivia...."
"We are assume they go to speak?" Severina is rattled and her speaking
is hindered.
He continues. "They were gunned down by an assassin along with those
that were with them." Torben opens his arms wide and lets them fall to
his sides. "You tell this Cindy Slater friend of Olivia Moore...to be
careful." He nods. "I want to speak with her, too. If she really is as
natural as you say, there are things we have here that she may excel
at."
•The assassin was Tanner taking out two witches a while back</p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjHe0T9tNjnvnDaFFzOQZwsfYpZWMkw1kWsKLBfm00Nt2jGXpx3yiwKD8AwQnHZsKV_mMsDjcMRDixKgVBf-Ag4NsgRgJZAvEHVzi-xch_0SK9marOmyn5DQyLozpUjw8jpuUrqQlGee4VNfBA2cos3KPjJ1O6Elkv_PqI1lHJhPdhBiPkGX3jXJrzRIx1o" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjHe0T9tNjnvnDaFFzOQZwsfYpZWMkw1kWsKLBfm00Nt2jGXpx3yiwKD8AwQnHZsKV_mMsDjcMRDixKgVBf-Ag4NsgRgJZAvEHVzi-xch_0SK9marOmyn5DQyLozpUjw8jpuUrqQlGee4VNfBA2cos3KPjJ1O6Elkv_PqI1lHJhPdhBiPkGX3jXJrzRIx1o=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi1-BXW0QbBbuw9HDHirmxaQE_8JgdLeXHbf_evHXqd1RLvfV2tPIdDg1efkoZUmDzltyYiXt1rmC6gIvkAS8uzW1M0EfvzjrPzqNSCeJYe2f6Ozi0RWYLOZ6BEHuE9Q7h4kWhHHqNCj6iZog6RWKQV-7bNShFXugOVmqZC03_eEL9LaBWyE6lJJMSpJMiw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi1-BXW0QbBbuw9HDHirmxaQE_8JgdLeXHbf_evHXqd1RLvfV2tPIdDg1efkoZUmDzltyYiXt1rmC6gIvkAS8uzW1M0EfvzjrPzqNSCeJYe2f6Ozi0RWYLOZ6BEHuE9Q7h4kWhHHqNCj6iZog6RWKQV-7bNShFXugOVmqZC03_eEL9LaBWyE6lJJMSpJMiw" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgLb45NO4cGj3RTm6_YmppV1KFpZGH6Err0R5S7V7WUY0T8UZLbcHi_ZkcGe43sBQHa6lv3-n92kvG40BGtH5NLkf7DcZalX6RAFIDbe8AkSrGrsP-GKKJYLAfc_cxwl5ag-YPbR24GjiE7EopVE7KxjamJH91VkslhqZdfUiC37X_Fkuo_2GWCKpKkdAiE" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgLb45NO4cGj3RTm6_YmppV1KFpZGH6Err0R5S7V7WUY0T8UZLbcHi_ZkcGe43sBQHa6lv3-n92kvG40BGtH5NLkf7DcZalX6RAFIDbe8AkSrGrsP-GKKJYLAfc_cxwl5ag-YPbR24GjiE7EopVE7KxjamJH91VkslhqZdfUiC37X_Fkuo_2GWCKpKkdAiE" width="240" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p><b>Cindy asks Kado to come over right away</b> and he's blown away by the sight
of the exotic mixtures and ingredients. He looks them over, then Cindy
shows him the letters and what was said about Olivia and the The Path of
Shadow and Light.
"There are other notes and stories, too. Some handwritten spells in
French and other languages. And some of these jars are worth thousands
of dollars. And they all look like they've been through a fire, but none
of the contents are even singed." Cindy glances at them.
Kado looks them over again. He thinks, then, "I know Torben. Well, I've
met him several times. He seems like a good man. A powerful Potion
Master. You could learn a lot from him, I'm sure. I'm not sure what his
view of Olivia is. She's never really talked about him."
"What if he's on Elke Giacomina's side and...I don't know...trying to
win me over to her?"
Kado smiles and takes Cindy's hand. "Then...I'm sure you'll choose
what's best, my love." He gives her hand a squeeze. "Just be careful and
cautious no matter what."
The two stare into each other's eyes for a long while. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgih_6wJnOifsr8lnkk9aRiZAbjAdVouf7btRBuzlnzoZe8-R-DW1Vj_vYHeKcSlaoBWvyqWMfz4KfmdCPOBLa3ek2zifNSfLZElqHRjqb_hUaoBl12DKHlrydqvPqEN4pY2NTIYcbXP8CGzXXHryzbi60r9YzkSJ_MOL8rEbPG8_nQ-_5JfijUUPKcFokA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgih_6wJnOifsr8lnkk9aRiZAbjAdVouf7btRBuzlnzoZe8-R-DW1Vj_vYHeKcSlaoBWvyqWMfz4KfmdCPOBLa3ek2zifNSfLZElqHRjqb_hUaoBl12DKHlrydqvPqEN4pY2NTIYcbXP8CGzXXHryzbi60r9YzkSJ_MOL8rEbPG8_nQ-_5JfijUUPKcFokA" width="240" /></a></div><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p><b> Cindy passes on dinner.</b> She wants to try a spell she found in one of the
older books Kado had given her and wanted the house to herself when she
did it. Just in case. </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg--GRF102q0BJrVuF8hPIgDmO2pU-56xMdHvzUhbXEQLndYp82RJTuhE3j0L4QAF7iMmaRYc4idCJ61kOptQdy2qtM1q5DIZAVmCu5_EAkg2eO770t4HckYdDbPGa0bRe22JaTMJ7Jjn-FCLhdgXoWizuWR6yXwxl2bdM7sFXhYgXKIgpR5yHGE3SsNr9d" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg--GRF102q0BJrVuF8hPIgDmO2pU-56xMdHvzUhbXEQLndYp82RJTuhE3j0L4QAF7iMmaRYc4idCJ61kOptQdy2qtM1q5DIZAVmCu5_EAkg2eO770t4HckYdDbPGa0bRe22JaTMJ7Jjn-FCLhdgXoWizuWR6yXwxl2bdM7sFXhYgXKIgpR5yHGE3SsNr9d" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhslu91fbnXsKURaOCD5eOm8sutAT871P8E6An5IqLpa79w60mbhLqM9W5MgmnjDlMqO8kCzspPFdhU7cOMqUjAFwQm5KL3rtM5f8o2Ea6mGcSFIDnFc0V3Olb6FHzfX21KA3iREPfOUVIMNO7E_AkUKpJzo2yezHOkNKe0vCOdncet9NjTgcBxHS1ueWk4" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhslu91fbnXsKURaOCD5eOm8sutAT871P8E6An5IqLpa79w60mbhLqM9W5MgmnjDlMqO8kCzspPFdhU7cOMqUjAFwQm5KL3rtM5f8o2Ea6mGcSFIDnFc0V3Olb6FHzfX21KA3iREPfOUVIMNO7E_AkUKpJzo2yezHOkNKe0vCOdncet9NjTgcBxHS1ueWk4" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhCh4N1v7zZDg5yh013yG3dg2VrJLuWquYKXIS5Bfwf7k3i7D6RCm0jFhxcbqrAAvK6U7Lq5-upVcqZKa-lopqTnAU9AnbAtp7sLQonqPHsEaSbdbdqOWsh0ccljOZBemnwtNTtQkgpoIT_SgOMMCXY6SKj8Qnc2av59imWfd3D0iOxHqq9Cal-mNBq2YQs" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhCh4N1v7zZDg5yh013yG3dg2VrJLuWquYKXIS5Bfwf7k3i7D6RCm0jFhxcbqrAAvK6U7Lq5-upVcqZKa-lopqTnAU9AnbAtp7sLQonqPHsEaSbdbdqOWsh0ccljOZBemnwtNTtQkgpoIT_SgOMMCXY6SKj8Qnc2av59imWfd3D0iOxHqq9Cal-mNBq2YQs" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p> </p><p>She removes the cover from the crystal ball and utters the memorized
chant, focusing her energy. She repeats the chant over and over and
starts to feel a bit defeated...until the ball starts to glimmer. The
glow fuels Cindy and she chants a bit louder. The energy she puts out is
returned to her three fold. She feels the power surging through her
mind, muscles, skin...
She thanks Hecate and praises her, then says the end of the spell and
the crystal ball starts to fade and dim.
Cindy shivers - a powerful pulse running through her. She feels
fantastic. Healthy...happy....like she just had the best sleep of her
whole life. She raises her hands to the sky.
"As Above, So Below.
As Within, So Without."
Cindy touches her necklace and smiles. For the first time, she feels
more like a real power in the world. Something bigger and better than
just sister, lover, or friend. She smiles.</p><p> </p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiiB0Y-rmXTqaiKBzGJs1wOOQh4OOBw9pyGbSmW26GilvNEB0N8c_wCApaiQ8w3nQcEuJ5dXDUNcuqEGJowYGTxRk01Jsswp69ewZLwjpLa8IKOypVEzsGBzuUONeNEjkDk8Y7YLvJXtKMuyLcKbIPDdJd7ovmY2heJtIHf9Px1tSbQSHgr7z2z7eypPQsv" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiiB0Y-rmXTqaiKBzGJs1wOOQh4OOBw9pyGbSmW26GilvNEB0N8c_wCApaiQ8w3nQcEuJ5dXDUNcuqEGJowYGTxRk01Jsswp69ewZLwjpLa8IKOypVEzsGBzuUONeNEjkDk8Y7YLvJXtKMuyLcKbIPDdJd7ovmY2heJtIHf9Px1tSbQSHgr7z2z7eypPQsv" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p><b>Chelsea shows up to her meeting with Elke Giacomina frantic and in a
panic. </b>The drugs she took before driving over have really kicked in and
didn't calm her wish was the desired effect. She rants like a madwoman.
"F^CKING FINLAND?! Those people. They did that whole thing - talking
about putting seeds in the pockets of Russian soldiers so they could see
flowers growing where their DEAD BODIES WERE BURIED! Now this cop...."
Chelsea paces and rattles off madness in Italian. "That Villanueva is
still after me from beyond!"
The woman in white before her taps the wooden wall and says nothing.
Rain clouds gather and the first few drops of rain start to fall.
Chelsea curses under her breath - colder now than when the sun was up.
The pacing and her pounding heart keep her spouting.
"And Vitale can't keep his F^CKING MOUTH shut for a second! And I can't
KILL the idiot because it would lead right back to all of this OTHER
SH!T!" Chelsea is losing it and knows it.
Elke Giacomina whispers something. Her voice is deep, coarse, and
strong. A light starts to emanate from her hands as she starts to speak.
A mere parlor trick, but effective. Her voice thrills and chills
Chelsea. "You need to calm down. Now."
Chelsea feels her brain spin down instantly. She has the same feeling
she has right before sleep hits her at night. She stops pacing and
stares at the light.
"And if dear Detective Vitale isn't getting the message...." Elke
Giacomina turns and faces Chelsea. The powerful light that's coming from
her and around her illuminates her as darkness starts to fall. She
smiles. "We'll just have to...enlighten the poor man...." She grins. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjbOhNQ1A5ryK2rMl47uYFFa_xU71Alc6sflZrg6jedPZuUSb-6HzRLVGvXLoKjmuEKcDnqpuLV4YD6TlfqmVPsTBBjzuSVZPDR0ZKfshonctKBde1NIXNa2gY7s54BHKOiFTdRtEfE6B9AMB026yrt3hfC_ii6p8M8l86KZrFoVUA8OVIGQ1rg2hul0Bfb" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1086" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjbOhNQ1A5ryK2rMl47uYFFa_xU71Alc6sflZrg6jedPZuUSb-6HzRLVGvXLoKjmuEKcDnqpuLV4YD6TlfqmVPsTBBjzuSVZPDR0ZKfshonctKBde1NIXNa2gY7s54BHKOiFTdRtEfE6B9AMB026yrt3hfC_ii6p8M8l86KZrFoVUA8OVIGQ1rg2hul0Bfb" width="318" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgoIJhXVHo0jrQ2l9rR7ZZxKg0pNT1KdpIPSJ7RkZitRmUKoZQTjUMf3WbHjcYT-UVMgltRNFOuYGmoqJ7u4NCZItRzKo8M1HPkbR0PRfuO5VuZmqr5eCi3nIJRytxLnEgXH0qytmWb3Jm5SOfqAuw0ADmfwQtIhQw79jDkVslviSI-JEyO-5-0ALiSM9Kt" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiicpj5eQGHXKcclyCUFAZnZ5rSURp2S7U4lfO2V6wK1dHwshgh4OLga2jUwNFqz89v74sVACdRwrlUaCsbDTmR2EIH0_-3BBwUB61WG4UVL_PkFhBLxbOgcXI2rjZOcB6EuT3FRUmI1NkBxqAO8MxouHLxSuO7VtDl1JRJwFhA2dPT6rbn6JO1k7GmDznW" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiicpj5eQGHXKcclyCUFAZnZ5rSURp2S7U4lfO2V6wK1dHwshgh4OLga2jUwNFqz89v74sVACdRwrlUaCsbDTmR2EIH0_-3BBwUB61WG4UVL_PkFhBLxbOgcXI2rjZOcB6EuT3FRUmI1NkBxqAO8MxouHLxSuO7VtDl1JRJwFhA2dPT6rbn6JO1k7GmDznW" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgImLOv7MCHaBgV3QB45t2FQyInUgHFOCDOO-PPjokQpBpT-AkPMToD4KbUznYLIfdwUb-HU5UA9nzFayNTlBaDIaG8coOOgnvofT-jIkrhqWXDFPbflh_GV_gzsITaGAqAABNIPr5Eook66liGd8uFCyGH477uU838nh7I6icYaCXLrrjxGvepBEyP0Ge4" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgImLOv7MCHaBgV3QB45t2FQyInUgHFOCDOO-PPjokQpBpT-AkPMToD4KbUznYLIfdwUb-HU5UA9nzFayNTlBaDIaG8coOOgnvofT-jIkrhqWXDFPbflh_GV_gzsITaGAqAABNIPr5Eook66liGd8uFCyGH477uU838nh7I6icYaCXLrrjxGvepBEyP0Ge4" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /> Elke<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjFcLoUwHFnmJvJw7nc6ry1VEMMXuk1yHvMVnbqnv0CyTqhwJXsB63ffXuuTS6Kr1DkcABduFdJ5G5XarG3apqHvlfQihWh7kJwZScmvU2l3haAxlMFdGW3AaXyfXuh0GWexFAG2fPQJY8x_Cn0Xw8Qes1C0EEF3FjVVfU5bJXw_p70BLHKZ45uNtqEOoRJ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjFcLoUwHFnmJvJw7nc6ry1VEMMXuk1yHvMVnbqnv0CyTqhwJXsB63ffXuuTS6Kr1DkcABduFdJ5G5XarG3apqHvlfQihWh7kJwZScmvU2l3haAxlMFdGW3AaXyfXuh0GWexFAG2fPQJY8x_Cn0Xw8Qes1C0EEF3FjVVfU5bJXw_p70BLHKZ45uNtqEOoRJ=w640-h640" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p> </p><p><b>Beautiful Dreamer 01</b> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg4t_mJ6Ho_0DSmtS01VYgDX5fyOa7qX36A-N7KRD5c8j6rvuXKxQfGBEa5MzpZfamcUgO2afaFxUBu-CuDuWaCiz00WSScfzehIKY3kaTIIr5X5REj0GLI9qyFgw8unGKG4bKox4r5autY8BhDEzmORVLlwmCDwE4kGescEkPEcUQB4ZPtvoNXiKIYnupP" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg4t_mJ6Ho_0DSmtS01VYgDX5fyOa7qX36A-N7KRD5c8j6rvuXKxQfGBEa5MzpZfamcUgO2afaFxUBu-CuDuWaCiz00WSScfzehIKY3kaTIIr5X5REj0GLI9qyFgw8unGKG4bKox4r5autY8BhDEzmORVLlwmCDwE4kGescEkPEcUQB4ZPtvoNXiKIYnupP" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Cindy stares at the crystal ball. Her eyes are tired and she feels like
she's not quite touching the floor. She can't tell if she's awake or
asleep.
The crystal ball calls to her, but she doesn't want to get too close.
She feels a presence in her room. An envelope of shadow encloses the
space and her head feels like when your ears pop going high in an
airplane.
Cindy whispers, "Darcy? Claire? Jinny?" Cindy stares around the
room...then the room lights go off. Cindy peers into the dark and feels
fear creep in along the edges of her mind. A fear she's known before. A
fear like that of the Demon...the death of Claire....
Something stands in the center of the room. Something large and
menacing. Something familiar. It walks up to Cindy and stands before
her. Old...ancient...powerful...wise. She smells of earth and herbs, but
there's a sweetness and a rot that drifts around her as well.
Words are said. Old words. But somehow, Cindy knows what they mean.
"THIS is the woman who performed the Spell of Rejuvenation?" A smile
crosses the woman-things face. "It can not be." A red glow fills the
space. "This mere...waif? Child? " The words are said with a kind of
anger mixed with pride.
Cindy feels like she won't be able to stay on her feet for much longer.
She feels faint. Full of fear...... </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjWg_1JO3ZiwMW_Jf5Ry85RiAKPyFgyIkxLHvC8XCRvNKh4sc28FQoH1cI3R4NL90GpA4LfowfSFgnFxR0cB4ceQYeA6uQGMPlCvOFr1mWtc_dWN069VEizezwrUClNDG2yaufWxNy0LS8k-xrXi_hI1Jvq-ziCZ0pmHdZ6gtZ0lEzEagVgLVdROyXC_VTT" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjWg_1JO3ZiwMW_Jf5Ry85RiAKPyFgyIkxLHvC8XCRvNKh4sc28FQoH1cI3R4NL90GpA4LfowfSFgnFxR0cB4ceQYeA6uQGMPlCvOFr1mWtc_dWN069VEizezwrUClNDG2yaufWxNy0LS8k-xrXi_hI1Jvq-ziCZ0pmHdZ6gtZ0lEzEagVgLVdROyXC_VTT" width="320" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjWg_1JO3ZiwMW_Jf5Ry85RiAKPyFgyIkxLHvC8XCRvNKh4sc28FQoH1cI3R4NL90GpA4LfowfSFgnFxR0cB4ceQYeA6uQGMPlCvOFr1mWtc_dWN069VEizezwrUClNDG2yaufWxNy0LS8k-xrXi_hI1Jvq-ziCZ0pmHdZ6gtZ0lEzEagVgLVdROyXC_VTT" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEirKOOlYaeZk28scZMbbRweIi7r6bzcylxqjv2BsWgiu595rFCR_F1cuu14cqwHYX2RFKzrYvpmqDUT3UTagZkphMGTmxs7OZi9LgimAQMyRsVwb494lkbgRVKkBX4Gp0CC1_IMnhAc9sw-3Krpk0BSQmSnahkpdGioFrPc3PAFJOtUVodNPm1Exr3WGunF" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEirKOOlYaeZk28scZMbbRweIi7r6bzcylxqjv2BsWgiu595rFCR_F1cuu14cqwHYX2RFKzrYvpmqDUT3UTagZkphMGTmxs7OZi9LgimAQMyRsVwb494lkbgRVKkBX4Gp0CC1_IMnhAc9sw-3Krpk0BSQmSnahkpdGioFrPc3PAFJOtUVodNPm1Exr3WGunF" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEirKOOlYaeZk28scZMbbRweIi7r6bzcylxqjv2BsWgiu595rFCR_F1cuu14cqwHYX2RFKzrYvpmqDUT3UTagZkphMGTmxs7OZi9LgimAQMyRsVwb494lkbgRVKkBX4Gp0CC1_IMnhAc9sw-3Krpk0BSQmSnahkpdGioFrPc3PAFJOtUVodNPm1Exr3WGunF=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div></div><br /><br /><p></p><p><b>Beautiful Dreamer 02
</b> </p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi7B2EHDUTg8hQOIFdhUxlo16c-e94S--TkMqlK-1CR1G7LV7mdlM1l1MgZqWVJ3-Aual5RJW9kd2a_sbU-CJuKd6BxAGEd6Bu7tqZKnmR7HQFGJCmmV55cTIHrmGKg1rNRyzF4Bm3Di6Lwxg9fUMyn5CGStlI3_4S1DOpvD5sXujEPKagedQw6h_SXyRlh" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi7B2EHDUTg8hQOIFdhUxlo16c-e94S--TkMqlK-1CR1G7LV7mdlM1l1MgZqWVJ3-Aual5RJW9kd2a_sbU-CJuKd6BxAGEd6Bu7tqZKnmR7HQFGJCmmV55cTIHrmGKg1rNRyzF4Bm3Di6Lwxg9fUMyn5CGStlI3_4S1DOpvD5sXujEPKagedQw6h_SXyRlh=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><br />"Speak, Child. Tell me who performed the spell." Her eyes gleam behind
the mask.
Cindy whispers, "It was me. I was the one who performed the spell."
The woman-thing before Cindy smiles a pleased smile and raises a hand.
"Well met. This powerful creature. A creature that doesn't know her own
core power. Her own worth in this...world of man." The words are filled
with power. They almost sound like a poem. "She walks through it, but is
above it...but she doesn't know she is beyond it. A shame." The woman
shakes her head. "But...you are on the Path. You follow the Light."
Cindy stares at the armor. The face mask. She longs to be this
beautiful, powerful creature. She tries to keep her focus, but the woman
seems blurred. Like she's half there and half gone.
As if she reads Cindy's thoughts, she growls, "But you ARE a beautiful
creature, Cindy of the house of Slater. You just do not know this yet."
Cindy feels her bones rattle within her. Her heart races and hands
shake.
The Goddess before her speaks. "Continue your learning. Continue to seek
the teachings and knowledge of the man Kado and the Sister he cares
for. They will take you higher. And then, you will fly higher still - up
and beyond them all." The woman smiles under her mask. "I will visit
you again, my Daughter."
The lights flicker back to life and Cindy stares at the empty space
where the woman was. Then she swoons and falls back onto her bed. She
dreams of fields filled with flowers. She sees the woman holding a sword
high in the air and her enemies bowing down to her. Power flows through
her as she chants.
The crystal ball glows, then dims. The air in the room is warm and
fresh.
Cindy falls into a deep sleep. <p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEifT0PkV_AbWaol1veWEZsF2pKWKbdeicryAO8W2zAO2kzWqzCJMZiQ_eFNrMq_lBZu9wiDFNVJUKkL7ynmmngREI5fmep7zGY0ts89UbpUavW6fQO9qiHdO1AA-NP0T_cTMpLbg-mc4aKiB42KsrHd53CiGwQZtoeEz40nvTAEULrdVdAGSj14KE5KTKsK" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEifT0PkV_AbWaol1veWEZsF2pKWKbdeicryAO8W2zAO2kzWqzCJMZiQ_eFNrMq_lBZu9wiDFNVJUKkL7ynmmngREI5fmep7zGY0ts89UbpUavW6fQO9qiHdO1AA-NP0T_cTMpLbg-mc4aKiB42KsrHd53CiGwQZtoeEz40nvTAEULrdVdAGSj14KE5KTKsK" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhX72eyavBhHKdOL1LOKbgHNUB10o1TRpF6s-fqLZLcZdy_SCX2j1tlYeSs50eZlqlrRBPvLy8AqmswIrpXIfh5IWJbz9hvk1h3XeSeK2m6SalTAg4ZnJ8JsoYGxIDCCh8yZ6vNXQrGvkU984uR_8UulJ3ulZq0axaNPI942hukxiSTouDbJhkupMInWyv2" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhX72eyavBhHKdOL1LOKbgHNUB10o1TRpF6s-fqLZLcZdy_SCX2j1tlYeSs50eZlqlrRBPvLy8AqmswIrpXIfh5IWJbz9hvk1h3XeSeK2m6SalTAg4ZnJ8JsoYGxIDCCh8yZ6vNXQrGvkU984uR_8UulJ3ulZq0axaNPI942hukxiSTouDbJhkupMInWyv2" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhGIrhta0IuqLu2D3yL3gRMo4DeWSuiPvVroAUYmpF696L5QvOot_P7je7omH4kiKHdOtMmASxlGBC078HR9EtLUZ15GStIF5vQ_ycdwjW6iwkmYLCwnJti_MVXilqKlxA9yiN7LhJQ3ro2Ty1tHdo5zySCPNLK3X5NxpPDg-Vod7coLncOaNgrlL5E9f3W" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhGIrhta0IuqLu2D3yL3gRMo4DeWSuiPvVroAUYmpF696L5QvOot_P7je7omH4kiKHdOtMmASxlGBC078HR9EtLUZ15GStIF5vQ_ycdwjW6iwkmYLCwnJti_MVXilqKlxA9yiN7LhJQ3ro2Ty1tHdo5zySCPNLK3X5NxpPDg-Vod7coLncOaNgrlL5E9f3W" width="240" /></a></div><br /></div><br /><b>Goddess 01
</b> <p></p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgeDFINNVo9p_oJhXGABG39pjou2DzW9hM4E3CLsCW6NMsDWEbVvCD0ErmY0TVq45rcqVNXtzgepwcxdIeFJR4WmgXW2uS4HV13BN7e4xI9wulbKHkM1EC3pbHvb2eGu18rT7tcJ-GHkcQlPCCOIel23W-uTO3HUjEzuK87un59IifTtq_QNWyKSfycY2OK" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgeDFINNVo9p_oJhXGABG39pjou2DzW9hM4E3CLsCW6NMsDWEbVvCD0ErmY0TVq45rcqVNXtzgepwcxdIeFJR4WmgXW2uS4HV13BN7e4xI9wulbKHkM1EC3pbHvb2eGu18rT7tcJ-GHkcQlPCCOIel23W-uTO3HUjEzuK87un59IifTtq_QNWyKSfycY2OK" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Olivia tries to get a read on the house. She starts at the front and
walks through the whole of it from the basement up through to Cindy's
room. She feels nothing unusual until she gets to Cindy's.
"Yes...here. I feel it here. A sort of...psychic smudge." Olivia looks
at Cindy. "You've started using more powerful spells. Perhaps you've
drawn attention to yourself with them."
Hiroto nods. "This spell is amazing. Where did you say you got it?"
Olivia checks the crystal ball. It seems stable, but there's something
new about it. Part of her wants to take it back to the manor, but that
would drive a wedge between her and Cindy. Cindy needs her freedom. </p><p> </p><p><b>Goddess 02
</b> </p><p>Cindy thinks a moment, then says, "I got the spells and some special
potion ingredients from Torben Jørgersen - a friend of Severina."
Hiroto nods and makes a mental note to look into him.
Olivia's eyes narrow ever so briefly. "Ah yes, Torben."
"Is there anything that would cause him to...lay a sort of trap for
Cindy to get to you, Olivia? I know you two have had your moments." Kado
looks between Olivia and Cindy. "Do you think he'd be willing to hurt
Cindy to get at you? Just how bad are things between you?"
Olivia takes a moment to assess the situation. She lowers her head.
"Torben Jørgersen and I didn't see eye to eye on some issues, but it was
nothing that he'd lash out at me or mine about." She thinks. "And, with
the work that Cindy has done on the house and those who live within it,
whatever this spirit or entity is most likely means no harm."
Kado moves to Cindy's side. "Perhaps it would be best if I stayed here
tonight?"
Cindy smiles. "Oh, yes. Yes, I think that's a wonderful idea."
Hiroto thinks. She's seen this spell pattern before, but she can't
remember where.</p><p> </p><p><b>Goddess 03</b> </p><p>Night crashes in around Kado and Cindy. Both of them feel like a giant
black bird has blocked out the sun. One moment they were talking and the
next they found themselves in a sleepwalker state on their knees on the
floor - unable to move or speak.
"Ah...you have brought the man Kado to you.
Friend...lover...guardian...mentor..." The woman stands over them. Cindy
notes that her skin has a blue tint to it. Her hands are smeared with
something red. Berries...or blood...
Kado and Cindy stare forward.
"A union between you will produce wondrous offspring.
Witches...warlocks...of the highest order." A bright light fills the
room. Cindy and Kado blink at it and the woman shudders. When she speaks
again, her booming voice is just a sad whisper.
"My poor Daughter of the Light. My poor sister in the world." She
strokes Cindy's hair. "You can not bear children. I am truly sorry to
speak of this. I did not mean to bring up painful memories."
Tears well in Cindy's eyes.
The woman thinks. She whispers, "I could change you. Give you this
ability back...but it is not your road. Nor is it what you wish, I see."
The woman stares down at Cindy. "So...I shall give you another gift."
The woman reaches up and removes her mask. She slips the mask over
Cindy's face. "Another tool...to help you along The Path of Shadow and
Light..."
The mask slips over Cindy's face and she sees wild visions. Her - naked
on top of Kado thrashing around passionately. The world spinning at
thundrous speeds. Trees burning. Her friends - laughing...crying. Blood.
Claws. A woman in white - her silver hair glistening. A dark creature
coming up from the depths. Her potion jars...glowing around her.
___</p><p> </p><p><b>Goddess 04</b> </p><p>Kado and Cindy sit on Cindy's bed. They both feel as if they are thawing
out. They are slowly able to move numb limbs and muscles. They slip
from the fog in their minds and start to speak as if drunk.
"My head..." Cindy has a splitting headache.
Kado stammers. "Are you ok?" Kado rubs her back counter clockwise and
focuses his Ki spiritual energies. "Deep breaths. Close your eyes for a
moment." He continues to rub her back.
Cindy does this and starts to feel better at once. "Better."
Kado stands and moves to the spot Olivia stood. He feels his head spin.
"A powerful force is here. That...woman....she is breaking some serious
paranormal rules to get here. To get to you." He moves back to Cindy
slowly and hugs her.
Cindy whispers, "But...why?" and thinks back on the fragments of
conversation she remembers. "And...what did she do to me?" She grips his
arm. "Kado, let's write everything down before we forget what she said.
It's already starting to get jumbled in my mind." </p><p><br /></p><p><b>ITALY</b><br /><br /><b>Detective Vitale and Detective Bruni stand in back of Villa Morelli. </b>
Both are thinking of the case as they look over the cliff and down at
the waves.
Vitale thinks about other possible connections to the family that was
killed as he watches some of the other officers on the case walk towards
the people on the beach below to ask them questions.
Detective Chelsea Bruni thinks about how easy it would be to tie up this
particular loose end by shoving Vitale off the damn cliff.
Vitale stares down off the cliff at the officers. "They could have used
the path over there. Would have been quicker I think." He smiles. "Waste
of time if you ask me - questioning them down there. There's no way
they could have heard anything that went on up here."
Chelsea quietly walks forward - ready to push him off. She glances
around to make sure the others are still in the house.
"I'll see what else the paperwork I found turns up when we get back."
She stops. "Paperwork?"
"Yes. Items I found on Daniele Villanueva. I have them back at the
station. Don't worry, I let the bossman know that you and I were working
on it. I'm not trying to get all the credit myself." He chuckles.
Chelsea turns and places her hands on the wall as she tries to push her
anger down.
"You ok?" Vitale looks back at her.
"Yes. I'm just not a fan of heights." 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Detective Vitale walks into the office and nods to the man behind the
desk.
</b> </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi-r-vwoHwhZ3TQAnSHC0ZGnefZiaxrIuexA2CVh6KaJ3gU3n_lPqsJy6q1DAimvTTQdnYHRP6pyBPglclAHrGO_aclPPCiRBqcToiMYwN6r8-_csel8MLTP1ETV8zPgggjR2jRMMIrojb1IyY6hXKBqhZC8clFm8JuLU3XKMiJS_OFAytB5l321TrbBhkt" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi-r-vwoHwhZ3TQAnSHC0ZGnefZiaxrIuexA2CVh6KaJ3gU3n_lPqsJy6q1DAimvTTQdnYHRP6pyBPglclAHrGO_aclPPCiRBqcToiMYwN6r8-_csel8MLTP1ETV8zPgggjR2jRMMIrojb1IyY6hXKBqhZC8clFm8JuLU3XKMiJS_OFAytB5l321TrbBhkt=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>The large man motions to the small cart full of liquor in the corner.
"Help yourself, Detective Vitale." He grins his broken grin knowing
Vitale would have helped himself with permission or not. "How are
things?"
"Playing the idiot? Thrilling." He grabs the bottle of J&B and a
glass.
The man behind the desk grimaces. "I only keep a bottle of that around
because you love it. It's disgusting."
"Delicious." Detective Vitale sips the whiskey. "I think she was going
to try and kill me today. I saw it in her eyes."
"We just need a little more time. We're still getting organized. The
Finns will be here soon. The AFDA will smile on you for your service
here."
"As long as I don't get my head chopped off between here and the end."
Detective Vitale downs his whiskey...and pours another. </p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjdMmCoUkP6mR6ovE9VxxUARmZN2bEiWMRscOJ9DVmtR_noWzIgyTvxRIRDtqflqhejEGEkzNv-vCNsb1ZQcMCvin1U0C2UMGnQXCkklRTxpmMM_G0xupkrsWU-IDN8NA_yCftRGQriiD2FTgCf8-iZ8UaJBnB0Ev9p9jBME4U8FdOZ2uAX0RwEv5FTvCyy" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjdMmCoUkP6mR6ovE9VxxUARmZN2bEiWMRscOJ9DVmtR_noWzIgyTvxRIRDtqflqhejEGEkzNv-vCNsb1ZQcMCvin1U0C2UMGnQXCkklRTxpmMM_G0xupkrsWU-IDN8NA_yCftRGQriiD2FTgCf8-iZ8UaJBnB0Ev9p9jBME4U8FdOZ2uAX0RwEv5FTvCyy" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Detective Angelo Vitale pulls the bottle off the shelf and pours before
he even realizes what he's doing. He screws the cap back on and takes
the bottle with him, sipping at the glass of whiskey as he walks. He
leans against the wall and sighs. The pressure of this case and the cat
and mouse nature of it is taking its toll.
"Angelo?"
He hears his wifes footsteps approaching. "In here."
"Did you just get in?" She sees the bottle and glass and her face goes
cold.
"Yes." He sips.
"I thought you were stopping." She nods to the glass.
He stares. "Yeah."
"Come to bed when...you're done. Don't sleep down here again. Ok?" She
doesn't wait for an answer before turning and leaving the room.
He takes another sip.</p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgr-TnRnRZyxHvGRbPJnbCLkftVSMQRXA3bifFisqbM82CeSI-Axb8yUJaw9fhTpUroYBCgECo8idN7nia4fGUm3eYkgrY5d8Ue61tng4dLy7kxruHbuBHMuBMHYpLqy-NRsLDKvoiPIpIr_jd-584Ip82bd2Tbdp5Ez5wqt3pNchNBmlw0X4HCQlsKYAt6" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgr-TnRnRZyxHvGRbPJnbCLkftVSMQRXA3bifFisqbM82CeSI-Axb8yUJaw9fhTpUroYBCgECo8idN7nia4fGUm3eYkgrY5d8Ue61tng4dLy7kxruHbuBHMuBMHYpLqy-NRsLDKvoiPIpIr_jd-584Ip82bd2Tbdp5Ez5wqt3pNchNBmlw0X4HCQlsKYAt6" width="240" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjLdzE6yWgVkm7ve0Gy5ScwDiDG0TTt2p9wVTsIEn_EqYkqhzDfpgbaPoesuI-Jhagt9re0DrJuueowJafGUi7MZ9gkJBBFzGdLrxwnB6Tkpgugl5t8kLuBh-jWHaxL514YWh4Cx8ee4k8XDAs_HXy0JtFAm51Oq_oUxHlyPclSGTz0wpr3N8gYjfXNQ-_j" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjLdzE6yWgVkm7ve0Gy5ScwDiDG0TTt2p9wVTsIEn_EqYkqhzDfpgbaPoesuI-Jhagt9re0DrJuueowJafGUi7MZ9gkJBBFzGdLrxwnB6Tkpgugl5t8kLuBh-jWHaxL514YWh4Cx8ee4k8XDAs_HXy0JtFAm51Oq_oUxHlyPclSGTz0wpr3N8gYjfXNQ-_j" width="240" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <br /></div></div><br />:::conversations in Italian::::
Elke Giacomina's head is splitting - the headache raging horribly, but
it's worth it. She manages a grin as the stifling smoke and coppery
smell in the air drifts towards the window and fades.
"Poor Christine." Morte Bianca laughs bitterly. She glances over at the
nude man hanging upside down before her.
Tears are drifting out of his eyes towards his forehead and an unsightly
string of snot from his nose hangs over his left eye. He looks drained
and grey. His dark hair looks curled and smokes and his face looks
sunburned, the energy Elke used for the spell singeing them.
"You've been a naughty boy, but the help you've given me for my little
call...has been lovely." She whispers, "Now...just a few more
things...." She moves towards the man and he whimpers.
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finger, curses, and kicks it through before slamming the door. He moves
it into the room, the wheels the only good thing about it that he can
see at the moment.
He looks around the room and gets more depressed. He can still hear the
words of the Chief in his head....
____
"It's a promotion, really. We need you to be free to...do your special
duties. We'll have you in the building and you'll have privacy."
"In the basement?" Anglelo grinned.
____
He looks around the "office" and sighs.
"This is my tomb...." he whispers without thinking about it. He just
hopes that this help that's been alluded to arrives quickly.
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Crossover story with @once_upon_a_time_in_finland <p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgZmwyALhMq0cjmEjDrPptG7gMgLH_gSsgu2NOQWy9rnJnRPTyNs0lF5AXeT5Q1fTZzbXpUQr5I8pQLeA_wJk2Ci5LMIfwIqY5HoU1Fp65WUvxiJDS8YezguSWBJiBV0PQ64sW4t5SKb1CPUrSNJqtYY8_5zWCEY_ytEUznP207bAUs-gpgG2qFYdexNZba" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgZmwyALhMq0cjmEjDrPptG7gMgLH_gSsgu2NOQWy9rnJnRPTyNs0lF5AXeT5Q1fTZzbXpUQr5I8pQLeA_wJk2Ci5LMIfwIqY5HoU1Fp65WUvxiJDS8YezguSWBJiBV0PQ64sW4t5SKb1CPUrSNJqtYY8_5zWCEY_ytEUznP207bAUs-gpgG2qFYdexNZba" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p> Detective Vitale grabs the file box and drops it onto the steel table.
Daniele Villanueva stares up out of the box at him and he can't help
thinking about the patchwork of weird connections this case is weaving
around him.
As if the universe was confirming this, Detective Chelsea Bruni knocks
twice, then opens the door and enters the room without waiting for a
reply. One of the perks about being higher on the food chain than Vitale
even with the "promotion".
"The inner sanctum. It's magical." Chelsea grins. "You're like the
Batman, eh?" She motions to the table. "High tech computer system...top
secret files...." She moves to the table and peers into the box.
For a split second, Vitale panics wondering if he has the files related
to Bruni in the box, but he knows he is brighter than that.
"Ah...the lovely mystery that is Daniele Villanueva." She pulls a photo,
glances at it, then drops it back into the box. "I admire your
dedication, Angelo. I'm sure Madame Villanueva would appreciate your
efforts...even though people here may think it a folly." She smiles.
"A folly tied to a few disgusting crimes. I think it's worth pursuing
and so does the Polizia di Stato." He smiles and thinks about how good
it will feel to slap handcuffs on this monster before him.</p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgFe6WH5vqVu4tVB_XLJYjQep6mpD5_iRy5fZLxchdrMeO42luBzalMvs3ho81R3lt1Lmznh3BU7OTMOwWH_W47cPYU44i1vH21zCMU1-t_LXFgSha4oKz3O83-u0hr5zXrDvOzts-v1sK9WsNavs3uADwkGrDjpvD4DVuJDw5lGkM36POEcl7nacwzclDA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgFe6WH5vqVu4tVB_XLJYjQep6mpD5_iRy5fZLxchdrMeO42luBzalMvs3ho81R3lt1Lmznh3BU7OTMOwWH_W47cPYU44i1vH21zCMU1-t_LXFgSha4oKz3O83-u0hr5zXrDvOzts-v1sK9WsNavs3uADwkGrDjpvD4DVuJDw5lGkM36POEcl7nacwzclDA" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjeOzP96WnS5pwmhONxE6FIKV583936NxAZAZLIWzn7ZuqrzNGpPmgnwVQ_zo6tF6aIVvGrWcvMJBoyc0jYJrurAhXCyJ2eW-7JoSjKMyJtBAoyeb4iEj9G-C3plduZDA8XDeUV_O3gmL83opw1hmB6FKsjWVE8eZHzinhJOwCb7TFwmouveppCVv2C_zyo" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjeOzP96WnS5pwmhONxE6FIKV583936NxAZAZLIWzn7ZuqrzNGpPmgnwVQ_zo6tF6aIVvGrWcvMJBoyc0jYJrurAhXCyJ2eW-7JoSjKMyJtBAoyeb4iEj9G-C3plduZDA8XDeUV_O3gmL83opw1hmB6FKsjWVE8eZHzinhJOwCb7TFwmouveppCVv2C_zyo" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgaXl9bAPWH7tX-A19pnAXPZfC42O1ieBjN0uITnOpxCkzL4zHLWB8NyWemklk1kV8QBJuTWI09GB-sg2EMzkXr4_lIJPGD3KFfUtfHo6MRyu8Z-myGM_AKu5hl6csMrZYI0xwwucentEuN2ddMKFv-MbetHPuqAEHlN1OdNwny1L1FOxbknqZLtHG5DCyb" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgaXl9bAPWH7tX-A19pnAXPZfC42O1ieBjN0uITnOpxCkzL4zHLWB8NyWemklk1kV8QBJuTWI09GB-sg2EMzkXr4_lIJPGD3KFfUtfHo6MRyu8Z-myGM_AKu5hl6csMrZYI0xwwucentEuN2ddMKFv-MbetHPuqAEHlN1OdNwny1L1FOxbknqZLtHG5DCyb" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjHshHTIkNRRjA4FjV_70l4my9iTskjtNTjxdk996di0oyo0Ms1scsAe3jfxwey3upNq1HykzIAMEqvGdiBZ7GZVio1632xVOmtZHVYhWIde33FMs6LarSUz_sk1sSg3kbiwiM14PQ7tcZEsxszgvaspywreq7E1ox2QL8QA4mkj3AgsceIpR725SekmhDs" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjHshHTIkNRRjA4FjV_70l4my9iTskjtNTjxdk996di0oyo0Ms1scsAe3jfxwey3upNq1HykzIAMEqvGdiBZ7GZVio1632xVOmtZHVYhWIde33FMs6LarSUz_sk1sSg3kbiwiM14PQ7tcZEsxszgvaspywreq7E1ox2QL8QA4mkj3AgsceIpR725SekmhDs" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhcaLjYzLWo6EZfcz_kv-y8_sqTth8aE6LRqsl1XNaPfZGr4A8E3kpllKavTc2uZUdj3o8mRz5cNZlUlLRhIcMTiYkkxijMzzWomu8f5a6UsCfFaYNR_5OAJJAzL9dKDmunkQG8QYk2Ibc_4e2SanXyplDUfk9Nr1OxhfHZD0FRaiURB_grvrc3POL5lWOc" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhcaLjYzLWo6EZfcz_kv-y8_sqTth8aE6LRqsl1XNaPfZGr4A8E3kpllKavTc2uZUdj3o8mRz5cNZlUlLRhIcMTiYkkxijMzzWomu8f5a6UsCfFaYNR_5OAJJAzL9dKDmunkQG8QYk2Ibc_4e2SanXyplDUfk9Nr1OxhfHZD0FRaiURB_grvrc3POL5lWOc" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><i>Fun project. Bulletin board from @pixelmarket_by_veronique on Etsy</i><br /> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiXF9WU4CX6u_MzqZCEq0vLzRtM93w6HxWVbbkP0IowzcVCc2fmHt6yRIqQsrKjUQzS4EKqCye5gIji0GoiIg7mBJ3g8jOVIqz0pGXZIWKr1GsCjrgaM1G34b-uTsU6mVgDilNH8Uy1mdRQ-tUrlVwdnxjdvy5kibVIUacwQfE5ZmgTC5KMnrbAUbVSc8r6" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiXF9WU4CX6u_MzqZCEq0vLzRtM93w6HxWVbbkP0IowzcVCc2fmHt6yRIqQsrKjUQzS4EKqCye5gIji0GoiIg7mBJ3g8jOVIqz0pGXZIWKr1GsCjrgaM1G34b-uTsU6mVgDilNH8Uy1mdRQ-tUrlVwdnxjdvy5kibVIUacwQfE5ZmgTC5KMnrbAUbVSc8r6" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiT6kj-rNCOJEC1rSn_aeroeZQj65rVM1OJ0MGvMG-TTUvCZk9BmZB44WM15tNYyN2zqibyn-BfPGNVULxXRXkZllmM34yZ7f_sjX31IPpB_k97CPGuumrAX12qxPTilnt61OgXi_vqz2jrs1_F1-oxC0FWlTcQkdrNS5SFksyXNuPezFE3gsTx8batA48T" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiT6kj-rNCOJEC1rSn_aeroeZQj65rVM1OJ0MGvMG-TTUvCZk9BmZB44WM15tNYyN2zqibyn-BfPGNVULxXRXkZllmM34yZ7f_sjX31IPpB_k97CPGuumrAX12qxPTilnt61OgXi_vqz2jrs1_F1-oxC0FWlTcQkdrNS5SFksyXNuPezFE3gsTx8batA48T" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p> </p><p>"Good morning Detective Bruni." A bright eyed man smile a wide smile as
Chelsea enters the room.
"Segreto." She flashes a brief smile at him and he perks up even more.
"Good little doggie," Chelsea thinks. "Is Detective Vitale in yet?"
"Off today."
"Ah...thanks." Chelsea turns to leave and tosses a hand up in a wave
when Segreto says to have a good day.
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Chelsea pulls the key Elke Giacomia gave her out of her bra and opens
Vitale's door. "Magical key works, evidently." She grins and slips
inside, closing the door behind her.
She moves to his desk, mutters, "Filthy clutter...." under her breath,
and carefully goes through files, but they are all the same case files
she's been working with. None of his little secret shitty files are here
yet. He must still be moving them. Or...maybe he doesn't even have them
here? Maybe his home office, though that's frowned upon by the higher
ups. She'd have to search there when he's here. Deal with that wife of
his while she was at it, maybe.
Frustration rattles her and she brings her hands up and down hard on his
desk with a bang.
"Stay out of my damn life you stupid so of a b!tch," she hisses. How
long is Giacomina going to take to "heal" and get her strength back?!
Chelsea sees the photo of Daniele Villanueva on the corkboard and
punches it before sliding into the corner.
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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjVj4Zy8BWxqPLW1zqO1ic4Cyixs-Tv0kkp7zxwmg-2A2uTr_tskedZBsBb9NGlCIFlxRC2uzQOMqZXr3YcZCcqbSJx7_1G2Y6RPkBjFKwkMvZCAj85igifkCk1e0lSy5tYDRQZqKQLuUoA6nRiiycS3PSfXvU8c061K4y_QrnpMmw_6-bla9UBc7NTpQUV" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1423" data-original-width="1423" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjVj4Zy8BWxqPLW1zqO1ic4Cyixs-Tv0kkp7zxwmg-2A2uTr_tskedZBsBb9NGlCIFlxRC2uzQOMqZXr3YcZCcqbSJx7_1G2Y6RPkBjFKwkMvZCAj85igifkCk1e0lSy5tYDRQZqKQLuUoA6nRiiycS3PSfXvU8c061K4y_QrnpMmw_6-bla9UBc7NTpQUV" width="240" /></a></div> <br /><p></p><p><b>Detective Vitale realizes that he's in a downward spiral </b>- set like a
dog on the hunt with Bruni. The fight with his wife the previous night
still stings.
"Either arrest Bruni, f^ck her, or get back to doing your job, Angelo!
You're OBSESSED with her!" She slammed the door in his face and he was
left to sleep it off on the sofa.
He needed to regain some focus.
Bolstered by his bosses promises that help isn't just on it's way but
actually here, he shakes off his gloom and decides to follow up on a
potential witness in the Villanueva murder, though part of him is sure
Bruni is ivolved somehow.
Detective Angelo Vitale has his first breakfast in weeks, then heads out
to meet the man who was the last one to see Madame Daniele Villanueva
alive...other than her murderer. </p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiFsBPMil_HcHAS0oIFTxlDH2TvzSS_H9iNiC4Ppiyuf7yYI8Fk-tpxWsWbziOmO2vxlkgVIqL4XZGPPUboiTlfNqxQnBtnv2omRwBXaQF-sn5tImUwfDURktfIvrfJBx0d16EcR3AIKsZqEiv8KYnbTTLjZeYeAT1vdSC5VyCjdtFoo3oJCP77S4JhGTo8" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="951" data-original-width="1425" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiFsBPMil_HcHAS0oIFTxlDH2TvzSS_H9iNiC4Ppiyuf7yYI8Fk-tpxWsWbziOmO2vxlkgVIqL4XZGPPUboiTlfNqxQnBtnv2omRwBXaQF-sn5tImUwfDURktfIvrfJBx0d16EcR3AIKsZqEiv8KYnbTTLjZeYeAT1vdSC5VyCjdtFoo3oJCP77S4JhGTo8" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p><b>The fountain splashing is calming as Vitale waits for this "gentleman"
to arrive. </b>According to the officer who got his information he was a bit
of a vagrant, but he saw Madame Villanueva enter her home with someone
close behind her the night of her murder.
When the man arrives, Vitale understands what the officer meant. He
smells of wine and his clothing is soiled and disheveled. A rough start
for the early morning.
Vitale sighs and covers the basics - who this bum was, the Villanueva
address, time he saw Daniele Villanueva, and anything he thought might
help. All items Vitale already knew. A waste of time, but at least he
was out of the office.
"And...how tall was this mystery woman you saw. About this high, huh?"
Vitale waves his hand around Detective Bruni's height.
"No no...she was big. Very tall. At least as tall as me." The man waves
his hand and almost loses his balance.
Vitale regains his interest.
"And she had black lips...her hair was cut long on one side and short on
the other...and she had no eyes." The man waves his hand in front of
his face then crosses himself.
Vitale narrows his eyes and hands the man the cigarette pack - the
promised cash wedged within. Vitale wices seeing the man's smile - a few
teeth missing. "You...you call me if you remember anything else."
Vitale hands the man his card. </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj8djdrSPc6Ar7f4nc22iIVtKDnwO3A_3OppvwLN6Kfi7dAJk0rY6PqQVSLH_iOp8M5XmSA92qe9YDXmJtasReq77oolCPxCEX3wBho0_UTB_G2rDNa7MqbjmTgsKL09WaINQv-kb4CYO-NC1AiA5KDvLKGm_CbjxYjPe9GSSrn1nPCxPc7-DsfnGplEQOR" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="962" data-original-width="1440" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj8djdrSPc6Ar7f4nc22iIVtKDnwO3A_3OppvwLN6Kfi7dAJk0rY6PqQVSLH_iOp8M5XmSA92qe9YDXmJtasReq77oolCPxCEX3wBho0_UTB_G2rDNa7MqbjmTgsKL09WaINQv-kb4CYO-NC1AiA5KDvLKGm_CbjxYjPe9GSSrn1nPCxPc7-DsfnGplEQOR=w640-h428" width="640" /></a></div><b>Elke Giacomina welcomes Chelsea with open arms as she skirts around the
neighbor's yard and into the yard of the rundown home Chelsea put her up
in.
</b>
"The darling Detective pays me a call. Wonderful. How HAVE you been?"
Elke Giacomina grins a sly grin.
Chelsea looks around to see if anyone is around. "JESUS...just out here
where anyone can see you? Dressed like this?" Panic hits her when the
neighbor in back lifts a large box and moves it across the yard.
"I've told them that I produce movies and came here for a break. The
darling old man there said that I should be in front of the camera, not
behind it. So sweet." Elke strokes her face with some pride in her spell
working. "Not bad for someone that was nearly burned alive."
"Please?! Someone saw that creepy bitch of yours at the," she lowers her
voice, "Villanueva place the night of. The crazy bitch was seen. I have
the name. And :::sigh::: Vitale has additional evidence hidden
somewhere. I'm going to his place tomorrow to...ask his wife about
them." She grins wickedly.
"Pity." Elke Giacomina stares at Bruni and holds up a hand. "But you are
not to go to that house. Stay away from his personal life, but stay
close to him at work. Wear that perfume I gave you last time and you'll
find that he's much more willing to be your little friend." She smiles.
"I'll speak to Danuta when she returns about the dead woman."
"Give the crazy b!tch my love."
<br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><br /> </p><p> </p><p><b>FROM once_upon_a_time_in_finland - May 15th, 2022<br /></b></p><p><b> </b></p><p><b></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiqcsZrxG-CEWRH1sTeqW7PJZkU6B5HafDyL8D6YuzKmYF8Dphf8bA6iUNnqLSnGZMLpSr9FHQ0qIA43FgZhUuX9St7LQM6JCbzQEfVLk835-lt0s_1qzNlLvfELRhP0uQIUyHUxfv-mil1K7i6zcxIRLkl1wezi9fho1jtkXV9oGZBRoqfvu8kSOw2Va68" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1808" data-original-width="1824" height="635" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiqcsZrxG-CEWRH1sTeqW7PJZkU6B5HafDyL8D6YuzKmYF8Dphf8bA6iUNnqLSnGZMLpSr9FHQ0qIA43FgZhUuX9St7LQM6JCbzQEfVLk835-lt0s_1qzNlLvfELRhP0uQIUyHUxfv-mil1K7i6zcxIRLkl1wezi9fho1jtkXV9oGZBRoqfvu8kSOw2Va68=w640-h635" width="640" /></a></b></div><b><br /> </b><br />Helsinki airport. How this place has become so familiar to Tomas. He comes in the usual way, shows his entry permit and goes to personal only doors.<br /><br />After checking twice his guns, passports, papers and case files he's ready to go to his gate.<br /><br />- I bet he's drowning in pussy, he overheads one security guard whispering to another when he walks by.<br /><br />He behaves like he didn't hear it. Oh man, how wrong they are. This is probably one of the world's loneliest profession where trust is a rare luxury. And to let anyone that close, well, you really need the trust.<p></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiVfb10g2sKG-TG5JkXAjNvlWGj5uC7h-p3SOaPtz6q_Nh4106A57EqR_U1OnFAGulvd9CycO6j9JfYfyAgUZIGbmJVqkNNHGsd0BenYp2QwgB_g-NtTKVqHZ1MEqM2YdpJxjarmkr7Yt8HcJxBUD0IlG-WVbKhKR-4QULS2riaRCnqmm_plZ5kNjBukuoK" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1834" data-original-width="1808" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiVfb10g2sKG-TG5JkXAjNvlWGj5uC7h-p3SOaPtz6q_Nh4106A57EqR_U1OnFAGulvd9CycO6j9JfYfyAgUZIGbmJVqkNNHGsd0BenYp2QwgB_g-NtTKVqHZ1MEqM2YdpJxjarmkr7Yt8HcJxBUD0IlG-WVbKhKR-4QULS2riaRCnqmm_plZ5kNjBukuoK" width="237" /></a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgI8LW8N1x7Dr4r29k1CkEJ3iUTb0IborMSuKcWJ-S0dIxSQOqFHwUY964C6h0T_qt5T0n88RudV-Z6hQRAtNTBOh1KT391XmvF4VlZr9E1ND38k496I1rj2fo-cAXX7HwtbBOmKkqqX7oA4WiezvyeGFKi-YI9b3L_nKIq5TYmvjiy3m6uy5a9-kqIAmBV" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1832" data-original-width="1750" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgI8LW8N1x7Dr4r29k1CkEJ3iUTb0IborMSuKcWJ-S0dIxSQOqFHwUY964C6h0T_qt5T0n88RudV-Z6hQRAtNTBOh1KT391XmvF4VlZr9E1ND38k496I1rj2fo-cAXX7HwtbBOmKkqqX7oA4WiezvyeGFKi-YI9b3L_nKIq5TYmvjiy3m6uy5a9-kqIAmBV" width="229" /></a></div></div><br /><br /><br /><p></p><p>Tomas arrives to his gate and looks around. Business people, families going to their vacations abroad, excitingly chatting. He waits till the queue is almost gone and then follows them blending perfectly into the group.<br /><br />His mind is starting to work with case ahead. Security of Finnish Italian space project might have been compromised with spree killer at loose. Italian police could have handled that but there's so many unanswered questions and very likely corrupted police on board Interpol wanted Tomas to take charge of this case.</p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgtEKbnRwNYbAp5ADir1yvVtiMJx1vCua4gwV3kmaila0EckWsvYN6o0Syx2LvxO5_grHmGeg_BPlGWwdjkRJm36JGl1L7l5ovCGtswJCPDxGrbS11MGpJ5zrB14y1jrFD2EwPD83PaKHMZb-OmyFec5n8SpgGYU1xM5WV5O9CzWNxV1pELuZQhAMBAR7JB" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1828" data-original-width="1758" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgtEKbnRwNYbAp5ADir1yvVtiMJx1vCua4gwV3kmaila0EckWsvYN6o0Syx2LvxO5_grHmGeg_BPlGWwdjkRJm36JGl1L7l5ovCGtswJCPDxGrbS11MGpJ5zrB14y1jrFD2EwPD83PaKHMZb-OmyFec5n8SpgGYU1xM5WV5O9CzWNxV1pELuZQhAMBAR7JB" width="231" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjH1JQRbN4o71qlWH_Co8LIQIe3UHBrE4d8Df6x4yZ_tQ2SoJcMHfm50kUzhXAO_8aZuwJ4XLmdyS-dAP9hlW9LoGYkl3ZETw2c0bWzII4Qv3rnoFvUUPHB5hkdyqevSIBBWMiw-No2L-CydhM_l-T3B98HoEuh_ymRpiZtESR_mis9QDqeGeCgXIc2KQgQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1826" data-original-width="1824" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjH1JQRbN4o71qlWH_Co8LIQIe3UHBrE4d8Df6x4yZ_tQ2SoJcMHfm50kUzhXAO_8aZuwJ4XLmdyS-dAP9hlW9LoGYkl3ZETw2c0bWzII4Qv3rnoFvUUPHB5hkdyqevSIBBWMiw-No2L-CydhM_l-T3B98HoEuh_ymRpiZtESR_mis9QDqeGeCgXIc2KQgQ" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p>Arriving on Milano airport almost feels like not coming abroad at all. Tomas has been so frequently here it starts to feel like second home. He was fluent with Italian language, knew the country and it’s customs quite well. He could see himself actually living there.<br /><br />If he would buy a house here, would Oona like to -- shit. He did it again. He shouldn’t cling to these feelings. Tomas feels angry at himself for doing that. You let her go, remember? This was a work trip. There’s no room for personal feelings.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgXncOy43trpR3i0F0zSYAHI_1_3Fi12XxrWh30g53iVhNZeeTW2XUbX_hv1dIK7YJp5eqN5GdmkrMGzHFy-gowRBMaVu76qnV9sCMStKyX4HMUwG9-K0nzSwp_qEiH1OITXpb0j9uqfl1Ler55IkDp0NJaM7o7bGdypu4lG-ML5WKaRb8VEvumDigY1f-i" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1832" data-original-width="1834" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgXncOy43trpR3i0F0zSYAHI_1_3Fi12XxrWh30g53iVhNZeeTW2XUbX_hv1dIK7YJp5eqN5GdmkrMGzHFy-gowRBMaVu76qnV9sCMStKyX4HMUwG9-K0nzSwp_qEiH1OITXpb0j9uqfl1Ler55IkDp0NJaM7o7bGdypu4lG-ML5WKaRb8VEvumDigY1f-i=w640-h640" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p>Signor Jansen, low and sultry female voice calls him.<br />Tomas almost smiles.<br />– Signora Conti, he recognized her right away. So this had to be severe case since there was another Interpol agent too.<br /><br />It was always a pleasure to work with Andreea. She was highly professional, intelligent and quick minded and they got along nicely. She was a sight for sore eyes with her striking Scandinavian features even though she was Italian.<br /><br />Andreea was a femme fatale in every aspect. Not that would have distracted Tomas. He was highly professional too and didn’t let pair of long legs to distract him more than a second. Do that and you end dead sooner than later.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiBpPQD0bN0qB9VMN6E2ScLDIdapgAgmfSZB8KhTjEfLLWG6dz-vPOhJDUKjFZOil4X_g9d5F9w8wqEVKxLCqzYNqXUW-CRRgp1_Yri-1VGMWoyM_PBdyVyYbp6k0BCnOQuE0DB0bYwQ5fYLiWwEYOzmHdI1Puq4xtsUbGszudW-lYKElxtJxsDomUO3w6O" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1826" data-original-width="1762" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiBpPQD0bN0qB9VMN6E2ScLDIdapgAgmfSZB8KhTjEfLLWG6dz-vPOhJDUKjFZOil4X_g9d5F9w8wqEVKxLCqzYNqXUW-CRRgp1_Yri-1VGMWoyM_PBdyVyYbp6k0BCnOQuE0DB0bYwQ5fYLiWwEYOzmHdI1Puq4xtsUbGszudW-lYKElxtJxsDomUO3w6O" width="232" /></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgZEy2xaC8YHNQ2mAvLjnl63d84_gC9IubRWz-1x_YgYomuQkUgYQfGEfCTrcbhrrqQO5oPCFmisEWwfpeIdg6mf5c3xd5-x9QDc-hvlWv_mLGYJrblEZlu3LhsKWhxwd19z9zkvp01JhacmHP4VYwYAPF2IlGL8609ptoZLjZStg1Z2XxEWXZfD-mmQr6U" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1814" data-original-width="1658" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgZEy2xaC8YHNQ2mAvLjnl63d84_gC9IubRWz-1x_YgYomuQkUgYQfGEfCTrcbhrrqQO5oPCFmisEWwfpeIdg6mf5c3xd5-x9QDc-hvlWv_mLGYJrblEZlu3LhsKWhxwd19z9zkvp01JhacmHP4VYwYAPF2IlGL8609ptoZLjZStg1Z2XxEWXZfD-mmQr6U" width="219" /></a></div><p></p><p>What do we got? Tomas gets thru new files Andreea gave him in the car. They just arrived to their temporary headquarter, large apartment near center of Lake Como. As far as other people are concerned they look like just some couple on vacation with rented home. They want to blend in and do their work as discreetly as they can. Less hustle, more efficient way to go.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhTo1Ev7rMZwu3rk4dMyd2Hm8YME8LtLQyD4tjayAp2RHqw7vvsJ-aFUQ4sr_hTQ9jfBZJv21AwRTux4xtniotjHKgYT43O6SMulVCDv_Lm0qyjIxiudeiZc0wmY24Ws5Pf3kYBqlPJczUkQKp3qYHOAE6Jip5VwQgcd_dB39k07EItM1TU-g2L6uR7rNAg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1808" data-original-width="1670" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhTo1Ev7rMZwu3rk4dMyd2Hm8YME8LtLQyD4tjayAp2RHqw7vvsJ-aFUQ4sr_hTQ9jfBZJv21AwRTux4xtniotjHKgYT43O6SMulVCDv_Lm0qyjIxiudeiZc0wmY24Ws5Pf3kYBqlPJczUkQKp3qYHOAE6Jip5VwQgcd_dB39k07EItM1TU-g2L6uR7rNAg" width="222" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhx5FkpZBOBuNAiJhpk1q-MwzmI7s-rQwwSHGEhK9rOGFW3SqdZQUnG8loNB0X4vHuItF_hzkTzBHmeXJSq2v1Mt9qoGwie1_LdNQ1jGzNWnIFb9bL-zMAYxV2xwgR8X99cpEVG0HNehK75HgctoXZlMxsjTxQSFjtu0_XFoyO3I6-4LwO8aCDs2TJa3jig" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1812" data-original-width="1716" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhx5FkpZBOBuNAiJhpk1q-MwzmI7s-rQwwSHGEhK9rOGFW3SqdZQUnG8loNB0X4vHuItF_hzkTzBHmeXJSq2v1Mt9qoGwie1_LdNQ1jGzNWnIFb9bL-zMAYxV2xwgR8X99cpEVG0HNehK75HgctoXZlMxsjTxQSFjtu0_XFoyO3I6-4LwO8aCDs2TJa3jig" width="227" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><br />– We are not sure yet but it does look like our suspect isn’t working alone and we most definitely have a rotten cop. There's one detective playing along with her to catch the culprit, but he needs help.<br />– I see. I want to see the crime scenes myself, Tomas leafs thru the papers. – There's something missing. We need to talk with the police investigating these cases. I want this to be solid case and won't see any mistakes made.<br />- This is my case too, Jansen, Andreea points out, taking her leather jacket off. - I've been pressured for a weeks to clear up things here. I'm the one who's been in contact with the local police. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgRBFYJAuRAIagkxcMxNrHuuh6ZqLS1J2kEGvUHI89h0mC7cpefsMzTnjZMePQBJY8Pq9WKH4BCvroZwnAEUZOUIkobY6eol0_8aNDC92o3pjQJGCOoSW4pKi1NMMfO91QeIqJJoOre9OjF40XktjiTvH2jfqoeWl8cn_4qiPm90ywl1wm5Y-LmTBuA8Ww5" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="1652" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgRBFYJAuRAIagkxcMxNrHuuh6ZqLS1J2kEGvUHI89h0mC7cpefsMzTnjZMePQBJY8Pq9WKH4BCvroZwnAEUZOUIkobY6eol0_8aNDC92o3pjQJGCOoSW4pKi1NMMfO91QeIqJJoOre9OjF40XktjiTvH2jfqoeWl8cn_4qiPm90ywl1wm5Y-LmTBuA8Ww5" width="220" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Andreea let’s out a long sigh.<br />– I need a smoke, she tells.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjkO1KaWT_mmpBsxIZV6-9H_BLHrB2S20OBLjcnd5KfIoIvU7yg0H6JLQOLsn4Ui4Wu5D-jsTlelYYGm3jT1SEHD5h3WHy9IMFuhcWm1JzYM05299KT809u68HmXGs51jBEM62hdJfidncbeOoAmOQ86TA0TnZgjS07r7wBlfskrwI1OBnQOvZfuAc4B-Sk" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1828" data-original-width="1822" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjkO1KaWT_mmpBsxIZV6-9H_BLHrB2S20OBLjcnd5KfIoIvU7yg0H6JLQOLsn4Ui4Wu5D-jsTlelYYGm3jT1SEHD5h3WHy9IMFuhcWm1JzYM05299KT809u68HmXGs51jBEM62hdJfidncbeOoAmOQ86TA0TnZgjS07r7wBlfskrwI1OBnQOvZfuAc4B-Sk=w398-h400" width="398" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />They have been going thru all the files concerning the Villanueva case, the Villa Morelli murders, coroner’s reports, murder weapon analysis and two other cases suspected to connect these cases<br /><br />– I could use that break too, Tomas nods. He didn’t smoke at home (mostly) but it helped the stress on missions. It didn’t matter how much you had seen before or how prepared you were but seeing pictures of brutally murdered people always made you feel disgusted deep inside. Especially when there were children involved<br /><p></p><p></p>malcoJOJOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12362522805988503279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8386728540021864055.post-41094355446828136082024-01-19T12:20:00.000-08:002024-01-19T12:20:42.527-08:00TOMIE storyline overview (to January 19th)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh-9L7zvVToUKQe7unCeumfECqiTl314YQ45WKAZOoTnCELxqxdL4caaIjmpubr1UvQRIk0JiFTVIGlweq66I4gsGpQV9AIhzWmapO4oyVYnNUzgFshmG8dll2oHIsLs_14TSWM5PMGPmtDk8FW7hf9mZ5GXi1VEJuzdiCWSF1WIIfeOYoryosNYIhJNog-" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1278" data-original-width="2258" height="362" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh-9L7zvVToUKQe7unCeumfECqiTl314YQ45WKAZOoTnCELxqxdL4caaIjmpubr1UvQRIk0JiFTVIGlweq66I4gsGpQV9AIhzWmapO4oyVYnNUzgFshmG8dll2oHIsLs_14TSWM5PMGPmtDk8FW7hf9mZ5GXi1VEJuzdiCWSF1WIIfeOYoryosNYIhJNog-=w640-h362" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>•• This is an overview for my TOMIE character in my <a href="https://www.instagram.com/malcojojo_onesixgo/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Instagram witch story</a>. I've based her on the work of her amazing creator <b><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Junji_Ito" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Junji Ito</a> </b>- one of my favorite artists. <br /> </p><p>My story line started when Kado, Hiroto, and Masami try to battle evil forces in Japan. They are doing well until Masami is captured by one of the entities and they have to battle on their home turf. Cindy tries to see where Kado is because she has not heard from him, but this makes the evil spirits even angrier. Kado and Hiroto manage to get the upper hand, but little do they know that something else latches onto the energy of Masami and Hiroto - <b>Tomie Kawakami</b>.</p><p><b>• VIDEO overview of the sections of the story set in Japan - <a href="https://youtu.be/ZNgZSpdXmUE">https://youtu.be/ZNgZSpdXmUE</a></b><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="377" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/ZNgZSpdXmUE" width="454" youtube-src-id="ZNgZSpdXmUE"></iframe></div><br /> Kado returns to the United States as Hiroto and Masami try to regroup in Japan. <br /><p></p><p> Tomie is angry that her current man will not help her, so be comes after him and eventually drives him insane to the point where he takes his own life in a grotesque way. The police search and search the area around the man's house, eventually finding what remains of him. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi_YzzLbQ5tHi7WQa7t3p8a5x6Ip6R5u1zWoATcpdraI02pgc035biECZGd0-cOZ-u7XFleWAen1TaaV88u3xlDfGiytanLgmu6Silq3_Fi4uzND1XaCUUz0Zp-BNsuaZYq5uT7Wawiiql59Vn8V073Mju6HEFC6VeTwAbxpqRG5juo3_I0IcJBfau12GdW" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi_YzzLbQ5tHi7WQa7t3p8a5x6Ip6R5u1zWoATcpdraI02pgc035biECZGd0-cOZ-u7XFleWAen1TaaV88u3xlDfGiytanLgmu6Silq3_Fi4uzND1XaCUUz0Zp-BNsuaZYq5uT7Wawiiql59Vn8V073Mju6HEFC6VeTwAbxpqRG5juo3_I0IcJBfau12GdW=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiYWtg5BlLfuZFP3sw6Sd-xO6nLoWXkmR4pGTyrG-UlVbkk3Lx73J1BzmZCCWEa0O5zSXMDOzQbdpoRZWYRF3rWcp015cWJcIda7ktaJx2fPV7eoYBr8yyD8io5sSJ4AGEoBQ5IY377-idYKIw0xJscT-IdWerxS17sA8ddo-nJBkMawYfYTa9ZFcMuwUmn" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiYWtg5BlLfuZFP3sw6Sd-xO6nLoWXkmR4pGTyrG-UlVbkk3Lx73J1BzmZCCWEa0O5zSXMDOzQbdpoRZWYRF3rWcp015cWJcIda7ktaJx2fPV7eoYBr8yyD8io5sSJ4AGEoBQ5IY377-idYKIw0xJscT-IdWerxS17sA8ddo-nJBkMawYfYTa9ZFcMuwUmn=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEglj9f-RLm81SfU1Z8rgtWZw6T66m3ntySdb7a2WISL5jBTZPaGcWjeXa5kKFT_yIv8nnMf2blBQ5rn6uo-2M7jywzhIl5HTUG1Uz5f6nwWxKJYD-d6TnQu5ZTXsr3qn8X2mXop-QZn9jgasPmpnzqmDGrT0V6ATxJAH0nfYkFCWa4KBJsKjmlr75avzDDp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="832" data-original-width="1456" height="229" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEglj9f-RLm81SfU1Z8rgtWZw6T66m3ntySdb7a2WISL5jBTZPaGcWjeXa5kKFT_yIv8nnMf2blBQ5rn6uo-2M7jywzhIl5HTUG1Uz5f6nwWxKJYD-d6TnQu5ZTXsr3qn8X2mXop-QZn9jgasPmpnzqmDGrT0V6ATxJAH0nfYkFCWa4KBJsKjmlr75avzDDp=w400-h229" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgiIaCTJS3UVQpZajvztSuJUimWGJxNXA-RoWJN-KHQZ_Av-WXYj1pMEThLzf7nlRV7uLkKrgbVdNCQebbWVDtNfQDugPEeEw_shd9wYQ-CBOtGmBu6rsdxHg6hZ_4b3owvDUA-BYJl0IkkYjQcd6UelVz-UWVWBQWx2OVVPqe14F85-o_y9sBLgMp6XlSW" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2751" height="358" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgiIaCTJS3UVQpZajvztSuJUimWGJxNXA-RoWJN-KHQZ_Av-WXYj1pMEThLzf7nlRV7uLkKrgbVdNCQebbWVDtNfQDugPEeEw_shd9wYQ-CBOtGmBu6rsdxHg6hZ_4b3owvDUA-BYJl0IkkYjQcd6UelVz-UWVWBQWx2OVVPqe14F85-o_y9sBLgMp6XlSW=w640-h358" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgUTu2TIUGWA4RN73kqD7fnFXRdrzciGLp0EoucoOwV8zS7WaGRGvlQnDIJKhwpB58pB-TSkEsWM3VS_l5YZ0MTH7gxvbptLqwKSXsYOzE64PnzpOEhi5hOy1rKzBhHTsfh3mNn7bo_BNk99iKTylMIjEpIQ8FQGOkGLhSM6vPY2VQuedMsbM_ORDr2p6WS" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="832" data-original-width="1456" height="366" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgUTu2TIUGWA4RN73kqD7fnFXRdrzciGLp0EoucoOwV8zS7WaGRGvlQnDIJKhwpB58pB-TSkEsWM3VS_l5YZ0MTH7gxvbptLqwKSXsYOzE64PnzpOEhi5hOy1rKzBhHTsfh3mNn7bo_BNk99iKTylMIjEpIQ8FQGOkGLhSM6vPY2VQuedMsbM_ORDr2p6WS=w640-h366" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiH44OqB3AXXbuFe9yC1pSEEqr48-yp6ZWFZZfGai_HQ04oHU0lWI8c05KKJO1DJUTvURyyaDk35Z4jsFkkN3AsyrxvED3R7jthCkQPVyVdT97x7abu1faZbsh-0JxE5PZOfODy38okg7sHZYO0HI_ciwWlB6mfTejdgeL-WP821kWPOhN4X2spvhAK97Zo" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2681" height="366" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiH44OqB3AXXbuFe9yC1pSEEqr48-yp6ZWFZZfGai_HQ04oHU0lWI8c05KKJO1DJUTvURyyaDk35Z4jsFkkN3AsyrxvED3R7jthCkQPVyVdT97x7abu1faZbsh-0JxE5PZOfODy38okg7sHZYO0HI_ciwWlB6mfTejdgeL-WP821kWPOhN4X2spvhAK97Zo=w640-h366" width="640" /></a></div><br />When Tomie finds out Masami and Hiroto have gone to America, she goes to the house of another man that is in love with her - fallen under the same charms and magic that many men do, and demands money from him so she can follow them. When he refuses, she enchants him...and MAKES him give her the money. We see that Tomie is more than just a beauty. 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Tomie sees that her Aunt knows she's a monster and drops the sweet child act. When she tries to influence her Aunt, her Aunt reveals a tattoo that contains a powerful protection spell that drives Tomie away to her room. <br /><br />_______________________<p></p><p></p><p>Back in the Clairemont River Valley where the main story takes place, we meet Agent Don Mckinney with the FBI. He's investigating the numerous and deadly happenings in the area from missing teens, to strange mental breakdowns after a rock show, to the <a href="https://onesixgo.blogspot.com/2023/11/one-six-go-helloween-2023.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">recent Halloween madness that went on nearby</a>. Don and Darcy's boyfriend Detective Mark Carver know each other - a love hate friendship for sure. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjwF3bGK-F4nkWT_tJqO1XipoGNkW83-oHLc-FryMtqw0wnCW0YtLFvA5NgycXvX2pWdZkjINs9uIMk-F1DVzqXw-J_6zwB6GXVCuNonarsMu4ahz_Xh2yrTJda0R2m877gR_AiBji9gkfZNheW6I14mFvrWfyhr8QLcakkR72ceiWhwYYE7SSQ3ZYwp396" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1537" data-original-width="2049" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjwF3bGK-F4nkWT_tJqO1XipoGNkW83-oHLc-FryMtqw0wnCW0YtLFvA5NgycXvX2pWdZkjINs9uIMk-F1DVzqXw-J_6zwB6GXVCuNonarsMu4ahz_Xh2yrTJda0R2m877gR_AiBji9gkfZNheW6I14mFvrWfyhr8QLcakkR72ceiWhwYYE7SSQ3ZYwp396" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhCm7AVp9HUTk-iCmz2IIBSvwbGJVfzUDbvETfu0zG0Q8eoHpVOJ34yUj5zQhkN8zCo0kk4CUYaZRHe9kaojYJRGUr_KQi0YuvMMxESZm9MWl7Jp7zSxNonEl7cguArM5oaoP0OGqGZdiXW4nQ0P0PxqvF0QJue3yCE9aQPhKZSE3AHzTgcN7bCrPbDv43Z" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1537" data-original-width="2049" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhCm7AVp9HUTk-iCmz2IIBSvwbGJVfzUDbvETfu0zG0Q8eoHpVOJ34yUj5zQhkN8zCo0kk4CUYaZRHe9kaojYJRGUr_KQi0YuvMMxESZm9MWl7Jp7zSxNonEl7cguArM5oaoP0OGqGZdiXW4nQ0P0PxqvF0QJue3yCE9aQPhKZSE3AHzTgcN7bCrPbDv43Z" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />Tomie arrives in the US and seeks out Hiroto and Masami, but their being inside the Moore Estate and under Olivia Moore's Spells of Protection makes it difficult for her to get close or even find their exact location. <br /><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgGfCY8b_fVNRdvMw_TerZ_2vuK5ie5K8a9bL8rKzkHjhXYt6NXzAgyaxqppADupg4tYK8kAZtgA8CxRVeymLbwZhW5f9QRPE8-4FW7JGeJKeb1YK5aW9MOoaXpGZtPm2jGr75-XlxjNUxMKkSSxXgHyp4JEgpOVVTLSYJFteufXuwcT69NmbdwKKaoivQJ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgGfCY8b_fVNRdvMw_TerZ_2vuK5ie5K8a9bL8rKzkHjhXYt6NXzAgyaxqppADupg4tYK8kAZtgA8CxRVeymLbwZhW5f9QRPE8-4FW7JGeJKeb1YK5aW9MOoaXpGZtPm2jGr75-XlxjNUxMKkSSxXgHyp4JEgpOVVTLSYJFteufXuwcT69NmbdwKKaoivQJ" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />Tomie finds out that Don is with the FBI and gets close to him. Don is shocked that she is able to come right up to him without him knowing. As she spends more time with him, she's able to leech from him, learning to speak almost perfect English in mere days...and has Don in love with her just as fast. <br /><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhWi8kx6mXl0kGG1RIGS8PnHQqE_McOIPJV5V1oHUN1rKhGTV-uoGACfR9dSmHHFbcxgktFeir2CLmSgdhDRKfYxTO0VwzZoKtSN8b-XbNH2msEMiCj73T5Faau55ZTuBYSO6zTWchKS-5-DBet_DlXNP8VnK5HUmRWvDzHR5Bg5y4iq-DiqDFNAI2JJnKL" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhWi8kx6mXl0kGG1RIGS8PnHQqE_McOIPJV5V1oHUN1rKhGTV-uoGACfR9dSmHHFbcxgktFeir2CLmSgdhDRKfYxTO0VwzZoKtSN8b-XbNH2msEMiCj73T5Faau55ZTuBYSO6zTWchKS-5-DBet_DlXNP8VnK5HUmRWvDzHR5Bg5y4iq-DiqDFNAI2JJnKL" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiN5Sz3Uwxuv2EiGYK4KASv1WlXpwD9Z34fXMBG6tp42yR3-0EH2KeWl4mcXEYZjU-B7u_iBThdVBz9SZXyssQoeFYnaSognj5ZAxQ1NaXx7SK6CrGkIPSoBjHRtTQLIKUuehl0aFim9Me5AcpipEH58XxdRvZvNRmBOlDxPHpZyhjtkR20dG8HLTTDVzno" style="margin-left: 1em; 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He knows he's done for if someone finds her, so he uses his FBI training to dispose of the body - chopping her viciously and spreading the parts over miles of area. <br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh7Q59S7e2fTRIYNxue6xeXydNL7LkDfC_rUCdXM8B9v7_1KYKkRrJ7Jhhh_Zy1I1DBj7t5yBLA35lhG-qnWrzQEG5jdRnJXA5uVgk3yfu3et0CncfJx8D-1SVAl-q_IkJ0ggGXmzkunAyHNv8Q3g6CyUqqHmBZrvG8bfgsfWxwiN4Ugpopk7Ysq8luY68P" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh7Q59S7e2fTRIYNxue6xeXydNL7LkDfC_rUCdXM8B9v7_1KYKkRrJ7Jhhh_Zy1I1DBj7t5yBLA35lhG-qnWrzQEG5jdRnJXA5uVgk3yfu3et0CncfJx8D-1SVAl-q_IkJ0ggGXmzkunAyHNv8Q3g6CyUqqHmBZrvG8bfgsfWxwiN4Ugpopk7Ysq8luY68P=w640-h640" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjgn37Q_DE67uu5yNOrxXQm277ZDtbURQi2PAeFv28mVc6G5V1rrPV3ca6uYkzYmLkaXpphEQr1wfseU7IcByGSGj1QFPqY4Tiq7oXDiFO2WpND0hjnd2y79P2uJL-UUoba2ygf3Ws1wo2Rs3tr34DbazLeVdSZS_tl3iXPUOX2I6-71d_Q0XurOYnxhWwJ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjgn37Q_DE67uu5yNOrxXQm277ZDtbURQi2PAeFv28mVc6G5V1rrPV3ca6uYkzYmLkaXpphEQr1wfseU7IcByGSGj1QFPqY4Tiq7oXDiFO2WpND0hjnd2y79P2uJL-UUoba2ygf3Ws1wo2Rs3tr34DbazLeVdSZS_tl3iXPUOX2I6-71d_Q0XurOYnxhWwJ=w640-h640" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg81rzIjhzf-YnLDf5cEHpI6laPQNFqKRrLy4U_yKlyQ_IfShC3d7HHp885i0-x1IZQLGKQi9eRq2j94PCs21ZUEXQKROdfeo6WrRBpTtN4sMi8L-tdRh96ZX-P60ArVsFKpQ96tgn8helmbZ2btjkJ96GJLvXrnWdy63pa9HlByU85b1ZWv5gkrekp6kHx" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2048" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg81rzIjhzf-YnLDf5cEHpI6laPQNFqKRrLy4U_yKlyQ_IfShC3d7HHp885i0-x1IZQLGKQi9eRq2j94PCs21ZUEXQKROdfeo6WrRBpTtN4sMi8L-tdRh96ZX-P60ArVsFKpQ96tgn8helmbZ2btjkJ96GJLvXrnWdy63pa9HlByU85b1ZWv5gkrekp6kHx=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br />Don is unaware just how special Tomie is, however. She has the power to regenerate herself. The smallest bit of her can grow and grow into a full version of Tomie. Her head wakes. Her eyes open. And she remembers...everything...<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhL8cmovac4eENxBuNh6L5iws8gnVUxnbw96ohGxKWEJmprYGnECKLNPAmRsCOPYFeMCvaeOnZmczkd7wYj3qVOYHXv91ONZj-PUc64e58cYOv_BDPA98r2AAmWMxwkLiCKq7xPvMyY_GsKyRAUG1Z6StoPJ45Hd71Jvampv3uukgFyfM4PG-fx7tnYtTYv" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhL8cmovac4eENxBuNh6L5iws8gnVUxnbw96ohGxKWEJmprYGnECKLNPAmRsCOPYFeMCvaeOnZmczkd7wYj3qVOYHXv91ONZj-PUc64e58cYOv_BDPA98r2AAmWMxwkLiCKq7xPvMyY_GsKyRAUG1Z6StoPJ45Hd71Jvampv3uukgFyfM4PG-fx7tnYtTYv" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiiw9Ys6CraMo8bbvcPjzHXrkFiqXIUHX7w4cvHNUMzhi8ARglggqoHtZ4--ztAcWm5T3vIbJrdYX6SbXOggFddjVPLfFXpg1anGQvI7abKuQQC9qklAHfbrqdS6FjNN1Sv-VsQthQEOai0260nx4g8PAdSWz8MapTksp77lXiw9_h-9paevLfd1RZ2d6CX" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiiw9Ys6CraMo8bbvcPjzHXrkFiqXIUHX7w4cvHNUMzhi8ARglggqoHtZ4--ztAcWm5T3vIbJrdYX6SbXOggFddjVPLfFXpg1anGQvI7abKuQQC9qklAHfbrqdS6FjNN1Sv-VsQthQEOai0260nx4g8PAdSWz8MapTksp77lXiw9_h-9paevLfd1RZ2d6CX=w320-h320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjxAGoTCA65IOwWbpQYI5uSJLhtDD0GSN3QfBEex9dUhE3DJlruSA6d86PJjihV4MFJ0wbvblgxmjyDOT3b9PaEbWdzY-tIRc_JS-RDLXaHzvcIfEJD4TK0ioucqXEgR5Qb9YcBpKv7m9ro4jC4WoJ8xRsgCIHpdzkpjWzy3JdJ5HvfBn3JNIB1BcJAHiiZ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjxAGoTCA65IOwWbpQYI5uSJLhtDD0GSN3QfBEex9dUhE3DJlruSA6d86PJjihV4MFJ0wbvblgxmjyDOT3b9PaEbWdzY-tIRc_JS-RDLXaHzvcIfEJD4TK0ioucqXEgR5Qb9YcBpKv7m9ro4jC4WoJ8xRsgCIHpdzkpjWzy3JdJ5HvfBn3JNIB1BcJAHiiZ=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiCs-Ynioh_Z0SrZWdMHBB2r1VwPSSBtQvdb6PbgEvNevPaOAmrU79qE1T5wKYtFU-JsRsXEcku7UJ2XjlTEIyVFcfZUkSRO1YdMtaEDMfwsjV_Q_Iy8j_sUZdnyauJ0vqhxzLAJTwktGdJtU5zmp1o7CcTPBqRUvr_c2zCfoPBNQoah9lo4hkTJBn8xGYU" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiCs-Ynioh_Z0SrZWdMHBB2r1VwPSSBtQvdb6PbgEvNevPaOAmrU79qE1T5wKYtFU-JsRsXEcku7UJ2XjlTEIyVFcfZUkSRO1YdMtaEDMfwsjV_Q_Iy8j_sUZdnyauJ0vqhxzLAJTwktGdJtU5zmp1o7CcTPBqRUvr_c2zCfoPBNQoah9lo4hkTJBn8xGYU=w640-h640" width="640" /></a></div><br />Don can't get Tomie out of his thoughts. He knows he's done the unspeakable, but doesn't know why.<br /><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh3OGdKeprZmz08ep9d1jpftp3QvIxZncXf8XaTQW7XGnfOVaiIYx_pj5t-CeJl_KyyhMrjBlOVZJvRKNp8Fu7DrIyEfrkyXPxYuw8ObLqitAry66oplK44KB4RAx1GGzs-KYew0mdOv_FP6Gn96HWttiPO9cwUwBO_mv6wkrG8c6uZgY_T6poXId2aUBQd" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh3OGdKeprZmz08ep9d1jpftp3QvIxZncXf8XaTQW7XGnfOVaiIYx_pj5t-CeJl_KyyhMrjBlOVZJvRKNp8Fu7DrIyEfrkyXPxYuw8ObLqitAry66oplK44KB4RAx1GGzs-KYew0mdOv_FP6Gn96HWttiPO9cwUwBO_mv6wkrG8c6uZgY_T6poXId2aUBQd" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhXsZwQ8SJ-iQo-LegZK1jrPXcUGNueThhmD3kAjB4JCaaR0n9nt7aAksmpwMRNAiPtfy81CTVa18qM3D6jbXb9v1Btohy6xsRU3oqt-6vJbywZleofRWXGosTm8DxgFtLsUx-oCNo4tzlUXRW9k2DQXFyzUDBVCJLjVNFKN3lYSg6JTyPSsD4aCEzDsaam" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh0KhX1m96qDXFvkK8u_5gpfhzwCzK7liWgMyUElZus0DJvuH10U8COVtKLZioLlZayU-64g8qld4_K6_sBTLYSiGmvFld27raqHSQY6KuAcCL-Z8-NUFFm0_vVP3X4odnKn5kfkepIHhhqqhwuet1uREIJQDBCH4OcB_1VNt1i1-fJuTUvItSp4cLKIvGz" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2680" height="183" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh0KhX1m96qDXFvkK8u_5gpfhzwCzK7liWgMyUElZus0DJvuH10U8COVtKLZioLlZayU-64g8qld4_K6_sBTLYSiGmvFld27raqHSQY6KuAcCL-Z8-NUFFm0_vVP3X4odnKn5kfkepIHhhqqhwuet1uREIJQDBCH4OcB_1VNt1i1-fJuTUvItSp4cLKIvGz" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><div><b>Helloween 01<br />Clairemont River Valley College - October 29th</b></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi25YpiUH-rpyfJK6arjMoyzqAD_eKzevTts_NFf7x9JBmtufguE9DUTOCFxEEG_FLWFkcwkAEAtN99yQJZPRGFb9cj-sydkFoWDC6PqtTco9SaVDUzxBuaN5UuSGw2DEVuQtBoIldyy0C_QqVSmSIZWemVueVmkjHm4jz6fHEVy1JIzV16P_1bHKFL0wep" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="680" data-original-width="1155" height="376" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi25YpiUH-rpyfJK6arjMoyzqAD_eKzevTts_NFf7x9JBmtufguE9DUTOCFxEEG_FLWFkcwkAEAtN99yQJZPRGFb9cj-sydkFoWDC6PqtTco9SaVDUzxBuaN5UuSGw2DEVuQtBoIldyy0C_QqVSmSIZWemVueVmkjHm4jz6fHEVy1JIzV16P_1bHKFL0wep=w640-h376" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div>"Hey
boss....uh....we got a hit on that atmospheric anomaly - the
Pietronella Zampa thing from the Moore Estate." The two college students
double check the numbers. "The numbers are friggin' twisted. Like
there's a pinpoint magnetic hole or something. Doesn't make any sense.
It flared up, then stopped right away. We would have missed it without
the alerts set." <br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiNYyzmE7parK89nKImUk7CLHart4Ht-mDAYgcpQVRTwM3HuYrVYP23pSAsFoQuTUJWcKxO5_ZVfgtUH9-liGH8kUeU1c_h8cB4Gf69FyFcC6yMxlIuYMJuEsBAr7maobeQcCl3JSLtFFN-bhKuh-BOeJW9fn2OIRHcxEZZZWoZJq44kYeUZDvf5XHW0qTK" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="668" data-original-width="1175" height="364" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiNYyzmE7parK89nKImUk7CLHart4Ht-mDAYgcpQVRTwM3HuYrVYP23pSAsFoQuTUJWcKxO5_ZVfgtUH9-liGH8kUeU1c_h8cB4Gf69FyFcC6yMxlIuYMJuEsBAr7maobeQcCl3JSLtFFN-bhKuh-BOeJW9fn2OIRHcxEZZZWoZJq44kYeUZDvf5XHW0qTK=w640-h364" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Their teacher growls,
"Sh!t...punch it over to me, please?" He waits and the message flips up
on his screen. He clicks it and checks the location and readings. "Very
f^cking weird..." he mumbles at the readings. He mutters, "How did that
she know...." He checks the coordinates. "Just outside of San
Ravelo...the mountains...." He nods. "Yeah...call the Moore Estate.
This is what they were talking about." He whispers, "...but I have no
idea what it is...."</div><div><br /></div>"On it...." The male student rolls his chair back towards his table. This was the easiest $1000 he's made in his life. <p> </p><div><b>Helloween 02 & 03</b><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj6NkWZeBxwEKHYFAYhzBzAkJnB943-4J-sneg_NtuA-Lawj3wZJ7OerdJRh1u2w0yyuB-RL-lMjkXmI8Uc_Z-r9tU14UENRFHZfxY-vHY0VfivXQclNcHyP8WVgufm7yv6GjS_TTunMqDxepqkDlBiMn6qN-ep8yIIaiiMaBxV7m8mrLcbXvFijKB4RTn0" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj6NkWZeBxwEKHYFAYhzBzAkJnB943-4J-sneg_NtuA-Lawj3wZJ7OerdJRh1u2w0yyuB-RL-lMjkXmI8Uc_Z-r9tU14UENRFHZfxY-vHY0VfivXQclNcHyP8WVgufm7yv6GjS_TTunMqDxepqkDlBiMn6qN-ep8yIIaiiMaBxV7m8mrLcbXvFijKB4RTn0" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>"Oh mio Dio, Olivia! Il college ha chiamato!" Grazia shakes her head and speaks English for the others. "The college called. The got a flash of the atmospheric magnetic thing," she waves her hand, "Whatever it is...that Pietronella said might happen if the demons came. Just now in the San Ravelo mountains." Grazia's heart is racing. </div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjci1YDX-IrCJZe6jsQM5V4UpUX6011swU-kH_JuizpZGddFgfGjY6k85XJ1_BRqfEi6Sxki7tX-bPIcC8VwfWdlm_ecwoQXJ7iPxNYsuLFEgFWyCYcWehvUZzJPiw8bzzagAjCrZTjsyhldNMZ5ynf7SOko50qcjvXdn1qdIo14Wg6Z6_-G9OH8b58AuGl" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjci1YDX-IrCJZe6jsQM5V4UpUX6011swU-kH_JuizpZGddFgfGjY6k85XJ1_BRqfEi6Sxki7tX-bPIcC8VwfWdlm_ecwoQXJ7iPxNYsuLFEgFWyCYcWehvUZzJPiw8bzzagAjCrZTjsyhldNMZ5ynf7SOko50qcjvXdn1qdIo14Wg6Z6_-G9OH8b58AuGl" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>"We could be out there in 30 minutes if they have a location. Scout it?" Sid looks around at the others. </div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjgoq6fQoVkWJyUM13GLIPQV-1eAvMH92GfVQiloA8V9GIZISetl-eyS3JP4VIUgod7JB2OyivMatm_c1vkdI1mhvhMot8fy6_4wpoa6e_Dl_dDZ_I1XuQj8-bk94SRgnJRTiK4GcJX5fsoq5tA69CnFoM5IjE9G9OoxwO0JxD3J5TDMVKxf9NGJXpCLqun" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjgoq6fQoVkWJyUM13GLIPQV-1eAvMH92GfVQiloA8V9GIZISetl-eyS3JP4VIUgod7JB2OyivMatm_c1vkdI1mhvhMot8fy6_4wpoa6e_Dl_dDZ_I1XuQj8-bk94SRgnJRTiK4GcJX5fsoq5tA69CnFoM5IjE9G9OoxwO0JxD3J5TDMVKxf9NGJXpCLqun" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div>Tanner shakes her head no. "Don't think it's worth the risk ta be honest. They spot yer people and they'll rip ya apart."</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhevrs4mqdVAp6RIWkCSbjJ3YM7qIs3isqlHxA-__w_c7tgyaNt9D6Z2l3wvbgvS0DPeUzzgkKlbuJCGWQjmTCt9niPAeqlJEWRfwg8lmZCLK871fkypxpyEs9zyZErKdmY-hY42giPB3ywh2ifFpvhk2r8dxIqgZ3sMlBlc8b9LXxcXRmzkwfeoRSwIXWb" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhevrs4mqdVAp6RIWkCSbjJ3YM7qIs3isqlHxA-__w_c7tgyaNt9D6Z2l3wvbgvS0DPeUzzgkKlbuJCGWQjmTCt9niPAeqlJEWRfwg8lmZCLK871fkypxpyEs9zyZErKdmY-hY42giPB3ywh2ifFpvhk2r8dxIqgZ3sMlBlc8b9LXxcXRmzkwfeoRSwIXWb=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /></div><div>Olivia says, "If Janice and Siuxxothran are right, Ruri Von and the others need to get to us on Samhain, not before. I want everyone here tomorrow night - the women at The House...everyone." She looks at Grazia. "Please have the staff start the phone chain?"</div><div><br /></div><div>Grazia nods and rushes out of the room. </div><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhcTlX-fMHkJRH5gEzIeG2RxtTyfrniV4oyy5TK5_h5w2Sl8EBeT1fEvsYm13yQKKvCYMQRdjwhPM9ZJFdQPmpPwDpLsLOa957-erp5zhvg8k-XtxLuc4j-TKXa82MTE_dobNzAqa9S32LE6h59ycaoCFkcBO9XHIzRNAG_oBwGwlClNQsxqO94Ed5eoCTf" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhcTlX-fMHkJRH5gEzIeG2RxtTyfrniV4oyy5TK5_h5w2Sl8EBeT1fEvsYm13yQKKvCYMQRdjwhPM9ZJFdQPmpPwDpLsLOa957-erp5zhvg8k-XtxLuc4j-TKXa82MTE_dobNzAqa9S32LE6h59ycaoCFkcBO9XHIzRNAG_oBwGwlClNQsxqO94Ed5eoCTf" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div>"Mr Barnett, would you be so kind as to initiate the security protocols we discussed?" <br /><br /></div><div>"On it," Sid says before briskly walking from the room. </div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi1YUrPZC6vVBK1N3w-BHozk5OhmkjqQEE2KYYivRQr8VeMNch5G-6Oh5QiHvNMlU_NVawBuI5KILcrPhGc_n4JK-SvBMr4xx3idxAqC7gQOnOQHZ52IBvzOjRGG1OGuuWi_poDcnEeKzKvIY3-ut4eCkQyQ3cFPfAXuPFPJ5JR6SRJfUqqRQazv2o_sc_g" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi1YUrPZC6vVBK1N3w-BHozk5OhmkjqQEE2KYYivRQr8VeMNch5G-6Oh5QiHvNMlU_NVawBuI5KILcrPhGc_n4JK-SvBMr4xx3idxAqC7gQOnOQHZ52IBvzOjRGG1OGuuWi_poDcnEeKzKvIY3-ut4eCkQyQ3cFPfAXuPFPJ5JR6SRJfUqqRQazv2o_sc_g=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>"Hiroto dear, please work with Kado and Grazia on the additional wards and spells. With luck Pietronella and Velia Balotelli were able to find the additional demon banishments." </div><div><br /></div><div>Hiroto nods and moves out to get her sister and Kado.</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgenCiDWI2ydMSBNLL9i_Jme9ck2F93TcooP2zxubeVQyN5FXFviiYmJQEn2Oa5-v_Q4vTJ1l0A4NHhCNiXp8bCM10UlFarmcqEhSqQtx1OqwS9qJvDHDSlmXKO-nfSDD0ZntPcXIK1Lor8aztmh4navx2d4-kpePLnqchrplgkLz8c1zcalpN7f4M6S8oZ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgenCiDWI2ydMSBNLL9i_Jme9ck2F93TcooP2zxubeVQyN5FXFviiYmJQEn2Oa5-v_Q4vTJ1l0A4NHhCNiXp8bCM10UlFarmcqEhSqQtx1OqwS9qJvDHDSlmXKO-nfSDD0ZntPcXIK1Lor8aztmh4navx2d4-kpePLnqchrplgkLz8c1zcalpN7f4M6S8oZ=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>"And...I assume you don't want to go and play with Angel and your friends?" Olivia smiles, knowing Tanner won't leave her side.</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh_xhUChyiSJb2Ud7b6wP-Uxmu5qXW5YfB0KcfpjopCjEfP8PMU_6X0sfT73QImvp6cq-61iH2W2ugKbwMCaZwdME1iSqWss4S6Skmb6PUQELR_sp0C7nNhbOqTq6ZieaQGKIXgv6TF9Ucy3E4CFv7isBz72sUATn5qlqAslYfOPmeNhgBTMR3srS7Ojs0X" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh_xhUChyiSJb2Ud7b6wP-Uxmu5qXW5YfB0KcfpjopCjEfP8PMU_6X0sfT73QImvp6cq-61iH2W2ugKbwMCaZwdME1iSqWss4S6Skmb6PUQELR_sp0C7nNhbOqTq6ZieaQGKIXgv6TF9Ucy3E4CFv7isBz72sUATn5qlqAslYfOPmeNhgBTMR3srS7Ojs0X=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiVQQ5rIf44kUtc-VbvUSNOoaFdwkc38TYRMFw1_DgyS5k0P1eUS_Vf9bWK_Mkp7I_HYDqfBN4wYDesfB_I_HIE5b6fY2j835s21SEi15-RT-QHd6eI8tURU1l4VAjT612srXuWdzctOUWtQ7yjwisGoibbeZqGNuJaB3U4iAr5NfD1oaZYYmF3Q7vB-Pba" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiVQQ5rIf44kUtc-VbvUSNOoaFdwkc38TYRMFw1_DgyS5k0P1eUS_Vf9bWK_Mkp7I_HYDqfBN4wYDesfB_I_HIE5b6fY2j835s21SEi15-RT-QHd6eI8tURU1l4VAjT612srXuWdzctOUWtQ7yjwisGoibbeZqGNuJaB3U4iAr5NfD1oaZYYmF3Q7vB-Pba=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>"No, Miss. Angel's got it. Same as last time for us. Ray's out wit' 'em, poor sod." Tanner laughs. "No...I'm yer shadow, Miss. Hell 'n back, ya?" Tanner winks.<br /> </div><div><div><br /></div><div>"Thank you, Tanner," Olivia says softly. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><b> </b></div><div><b> </b></div><div><b>Helloween 04</b></div><div><b> </b><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgOm8d7EuCsj77uIg0UWqh-zdEfFk0LZh0bBkm0xZHwd3kGOv3QctTZtrSEsOtSOJTx-BtyXQ2_-T5REwf5ysl7JYUkyfAJF60vGPRM7faragvrOadwoygf8bszXvGOW9xdz9L8Lotz5SMXHgksPHiqBJ_qtmRO9WOIjdaofkFe85QQWYsD7V8__aMny3nd" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2954" height="332" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgOm8d7EuCsj77uIg0UWqh-zdEfFk0LZh0bBkm0xZHwd3kGOv3QctTZtrSEsOtSOJTx-BtyXQ2_-T5REwf5ysl7JYUkyfAJF60vGPRM7faragvrOadwoygf8bszXvGOW9xdz9L8Lotz5SMXHgksPHiqBJ_qtmRO9WOIjdaofkFe85QQWYsD7V8__aMny3nd=w640-h332" width="640" /></a></div><br />Morgause feels herself ripped into the darkness, then appears in a cold, wooded area. It's a dark part of the Veil. Evil. Rotten.<br /><br />"We can't have you ruining Ruri Von's plans and saving your witch pets, Mother Morgause...oh great healer....good personified...." The woman before Morgause spits on the ground at Morgause's feet. "Don't worry...I'll make good use of what's left of you...to feed my hounds."<br /><br />Morgause snarls her lip and raises her sword....</div><div> </div><div><b> </b></div><div><b> Helloween 05<br />- October 30<br /><br />• France</b><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiEmi1gAJs3aI6I3uv2QBxxL0Y4Y3zkkjJpVe-IrXYVuz6nQ2MN4AhUTtYFHyfPtWwKTR8YDmbfZThCunQPRkSWioXSwyPMC6mtI2Oc_CPKbKGWwOmcugiQa0KeObZzzbqF98Fp6e1YIs4dfObDbJFdUVPHJSKUFUpwBowT7Ax5aJUxLJJ7Y8OvwW_aEqdw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1537" data-original-width="2049" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiEmi1gAJs3aI6I3uv2QBxxL0Y4Y3zkkjJpVe-IrXYVuz6nQ2MN4AhUTtYFHyfPtWwKTR8YDmbfZThCunQPRkSWioXSwyPMC6mtI2Oc_CPKbKGWwOmcugiQa0KeObZzzbqF98Fp6e1YIs4dfObDbJFdUVPHJSKUFUpwBowT7Ax5aJUxLJJ7Y8OvwW_aEqdw=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br />Elke and Danuta thought that this Demon situation was an Olivia Moore problem. They'd pray to Hecate for her well being and when Morgause came at them after Moore was dead, they'd cry out with sadness. Boo hoo.<br /><br />When the first wave of demonic zombies crawled their way at them, they knew they made a terrible error. <br /><br />The Fantômes de Sang use their Blood Magic and set some of the hoard aflame. The dead try to smash through the wards, but Elke holds them. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEijzG3Oj7xblT1sU-r3y_X4IBYYwgPTwTrmf5h-FbPtlCEUHi55Y3uHZ4xnhkfTzw4glrVW-6td9nxyNJbNs155YMV0zshi8jz53Dd_vdbGV0sq7Hn-dTavkLD4Pf98cjqWotIPyO4vKMJpjMzz_EsM0cZ5wP_n4dKSTIBWg2PL0WTdcCeDMcjAg3nzAkNZ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1537" data-original-width="2049" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEijzG3Oj7xblT1sU-r3y_X4IBYYwgPTwTrmf5h-FbPtlCEUHi55Y3uHZ4xnhkfTzw4glrVW-6td9nxyNJbNs155YMV0zshi8jz53Dd_vdbGV0sq7Hn-dTavkLD4Pf98cjqWotIPyO4vKMJpjMzz_EsM0cZ5wP_n4dKSTIBWg2PL0WTdcCeDMcjAg3nzAkNZ" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />"Danuta be ready! I'm not sure how long I can hold them off and the Fantômes de Sang are starting to run!"<br /><br />Danuta growls, "We need to get to the garage! NOW!"</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjRv_A8HXVrO03DNCpdIpuxXHSoNHwPz1rTTwfZcyyVNaGgtaytQ9V_qVa03OKQrh4BKd7V5GGso7UAtX2bi_ZrQyJLoDs22CjUl6hmlcMNOuHdM_4IsInSudB16d7SOgk8wib2hB-2BpPCNVoxU1oDveBxquv4HqfVVLIK-3TqM2kp-6t30T0NVZxOmAxk" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2687" height="366" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjRv_A8HXVrO03DNCpdIpuxXHSoNHwPz1rTTwfZcyyVNaGgtaytQ9V_qVa03OKQrh4BKd7V5GGso7UAtX2bi_ZrQyJLoDs22CjUl6hmlcMNOuHdM_4IsInSudB16d7SOgk8wib2hB-2BpPCNVoxU1oDveBxquv4HqfVVLIK-3TqM2kp-6t30T0NVZxOmAxk=w640-h366" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><b>• Spain</b><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgLTWthcgzc89_P3hAw8Hp1CX96dBwLHpMMXmts46k1RHqdpz0t0POEcT3Mjmh98TMYDkBPbrvhcx8pzU-8NQ5gRhInNVvjMVfZ2IUGOGjG_4E_sGJnE3ZBIUdU5cLx-acz9W15M1hUPx8_EoOJbht_FLj-Wv-2hxDhNy3gMGiDI4C62ngfY2sG5H4ygRm8" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1537" data-original-width="2049" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgLTWthcgzc89_P3hAw8Hp1CX96dBwLHpMMXmts46k1RHqdpz0t0POEcT3Mjmh98TMYDkBPbrvhcx8pzU-8NQ5gRhInNVvjMVfZ2IUGOGjG_4E_sGJnE3ZBIUdU5cLx-acz9W15M1hUPx8_EoOJbht_FLj-Wv-2hxDhNy3gMGiDI4C62ngfY2sG5H4ygRm8=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br />Santi shouts the spell that brings the axe to life. Flames burst from it and he stands at the ready as Chelsea's guards fire wildly at the undead that approach the Villa.<br /><br />"Are....are you laughing?!" Santi scowls.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj4mBAwL6sQv5eTis1UFEAPJ9YsrdQtGqMs7CbfSzjDr7t-ZFFApYP1zJftvMc9Xr35nN20crScrA8RO5Se-mM61beGsrldPV-FfbF_ZfePWBob2G9tK1uEDzF78WicNOZpW9U8wykVrmUrMqXgBrEy-ZWruS3jNqUb-sOObap1WjIcCGUP01I2K0ou477S" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1537" data-original-width="2049" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj4mBAwL6sQv5eTis1UFEAPJ9YsrdQtGqMs7CbfSzjDr7t-ZFFApYP1zJftvMc9Xr35nN20crScrA8RO5Se-mM61beGsrldPV-FfbF_ZfePWBob2G9tK1uEDzF78WicNOZpW9U8wykVrmUrMqXgBrEy-ZWruS3jNqUb-sOObap1WjIcCGUP01I2K0ou477S=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br />Chelsea is beaming, her magic lashing out to protect her guards when one of the dead gets too close. She laughs again.<br /><br />Santi thinks she's insane. <br /></div><div> </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjb3uMN-Fn7klxVWJc8jr35DaeSutAjQGe8LXkKBGIxJiVeFQla39cksadXBAnwc0bkWvfX8MwNT5V2FywHqJqRwhS5RohfvLuIlvMCcahEkmU1BxNv3T1Fwt8W7wHUnuSGoHPiW6vxSLKvbmnryL1fpv9W_8janaLR2TQIQO_bfzUMO0zPC5n3_wibwQwe" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2696" height="364" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjb3uMN-Fn7klxVWJc8jr35DaeSutAjQGe8LXkKBGIxJiVeFQla39cksadXBAnwc0bkWvfX8MwNT5V2FywHqJqRwhS5RohfvLuIlvMCcahEkmU1BxNv3T1Fwt8W7wHUnuSGoHPiW6vxSLKvbmnryL1fpv9W_8janaLR2TQIQO_bfzUMO0zPC5n3_wibwQwe=w640-h364" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <div><b>Helloween 06</b></div><div><b> </b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi4tCLfUsc35pbH6My-s0QpF44evSDRRHMSQNjYSkhRIZz9peJ6L4KuFvKUt4iammED2cTfZBf5A8_fOTQiIhHmJaVDsYvKh90rHRM7Auo0uHl-qh8uvzdPfTl_1JWQE64dtYtfuP4cX7c2z7gTtdvf-m5jrOOqMf6EHt47ZZzlZa5To_iUZNRph9RV81kw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2680" height="366" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi4tCLfUsc35pbH6My-s0QpF44evSDRRHMSQNjYSkhRIZz9peJ6L4KuFvKUt4iammED2cTfZBf5A8_fOTQiIhHmJaVDsYvKh90rHRM7Auo0uHl-qh8uvzdPfTl_1JWQE64dtYtfuP4cX7c2z7gTtdvf-m5jrOOqMf6EHt47ZZzlZa5To_iUZNRph9RV81kw=w640-h366" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /></div>The Demon Lawthe stares out at her lands and
whispers, "Thank you for coming directly to me for your execution,
Siuxxothran. It would have been so tiresome to have to hunt you and your
little blonde jester down."</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEify-w4UgGKUL4G0VgXyCfrcoXiaykUopn1enJt7P7lFXSSCrOPtLJrR8hv2odsnYM-u_SY3BiR34Y9_sQMpMUCp9g2j05SilzieGUY5O5g-bGnow5qifJeo4Z2S14IXPAVglXbjmkExth-FKrotmd8OsqHwVKaPhwQYICee8g-QTOXqBAcd_Z1Mx3xuWEr" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1537" data-original-width="2049" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEify-w4UgGKUL4G0VgXyCfrcoXiaykUopn1enJt7P7lFXSSCrOPtLJrR8hv2odsnYM-u_SY3BiR34Y9_sQMpMUCp9g2j05SilzieGUY5O5g-bGnow5qifJeo4Z2S14IXPAVglXbjmkExth-FKrotmd8OsqHwVKaPhwQYICee8g-QTOXqBAcd_Z1Mx3xuWEr" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div>Siuxxothran can hear Lawthe's pet slithering above her. "Lawthe...I come to you not as an offering...but as a voice of reason."</div><div><br /></div><div>Lawthe huffs out a laugh, her pet moving faster now. </div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi10XJmmk3Hq2ooyBr91yjwmWQG204VyAVZzrlgKRIy1duGHQBiZq2HV3belYNUHhVT0FDezjFY8aE1lhJvA3f8Hkvzs6j-SPJtgSckV74OKsMzuqr0HcJSoJvtgQEdC29TLm4KHVX9KjQ9u9FJ8OcDMOCEMVLTMBIXZEoGxJth2F98yKsjxn912Fc1ZPWX" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1537" data-original-width="2049" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi10XJmmk3Hq2ooyBr91yjwmWQG204VyAVZzrlgKRIy1duGHQBiZq2HV3belYNUHhVT0FDezjFY8aE1lhJvA3f8Hkvzs6j-SPJtgSckV74OKsMzuqr0HcJSoJvtgQEdC29TLm4KHVX9KjQ9u9FJ8OcDMOCEMVLTMBIXZEoGxJth2F98yKsjxn912Fc1ZPWX=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div>"You
and the others backing Ruri Von in this...frankly insane quest of
hers...is not wise." Siuxxothran's silver tongue coils around the words
like Lawthe's serpent. "I've removed her little sibling plan from the
table, so she doesn't have the promised soul to slip into nor the
sacrifice promised." She holds out her hands as she says, "And do you
really think that the Father of Hell and that of Heaven...will let her
rule more than a moment before one of those babies strikes her down?"
She laughs. "Or Al Mawt the Death Mother? And how long do you think it
will be until Oolsebet or Tameraina turn on Ruri....or you?"<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Lawthe turns to face Siuxxothran, her pet slithering down behind her. The giant serpent hisses. </div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjUzh2R-Is25dMq3eek3wwyAKDs8dvimXnu2_dmUhKAxWmonsFi8xrBza35k25o2AllVY9eWLlSjWLoTVh3E4IoI8ubKvd0ODnfMJECSGJj40oE-wC7GvpkD1Gas5VCOeZBVglFnp2y3bs7EgulnCno2bLASIY_06hPUhrrnjTxvlwCKpHeQyoYgqJaYrrd" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2694" height="365" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjUzh2R-Is25dMq3eek3wwyAKDs8dvimXnu2_dmUhKAxWmonsFi8xrBza35k25o2AllVY9eWLlSjWLoTVh3E4IoI8ubKvd0ODnfMJECSGJj40oE-wC7GvpkD1Gas5VCOeZBVglFnp2y3bs7EgulnCno2bLASIY_06hPUhrrnjTxvlwCKpHeQyoYgqJaYrrd=w640-h365" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div>"And what do you suggest, Siuxxothran? Betrayal? For what?" She snarls. </div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgP9dCctaHK5Q4XGl_8HQ_9Y5nzCJi9ISgWWW_kdk5t5VA0GMyk1m6x5HtYs9hGtpUSXWu2ZSNGkaojv1U8owgOufS93NT1teFrLEx4icO08MUzpRICyNuemMpA_NMKseWb95upgvwOPrpm_zvGQ0mSPeB6QERgBtfQAmJSLIcv6An6TqG1slDsqQiL_d-z" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1537" data-original-width="2049" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgP9dCctaHK5Q4XGl_8HQ_9Y5nzCJi9ISgWWW_kdk5t5VA0GMyk1m6x5HtYs9hGtpUSXWu2ZSNGkaojv1U8owgOufS93NT1teFrLEx4icO08MUzpRICyNuemMpA_NMKseWb95upgvwOPrpm_zvGQ0mSPeB6QERgBtfQAmJSLIcv6An6TqG1slDsqQiL_d-z" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div>"Ruling
here in your lands...alive...with Hecate, Morgause, and Al Mawt being
pleased with you. And all it will cost you is looking the other
way...and a sword...."</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><b>Helloween 07 </b><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEireoPuc1RFVSlBk3rphlgooZccx1cfZPj72AfLyDGegQuKFWumNhzdrWdBo0kwqm4dfRqAkDoLJQ9DZ-GQzdxxTFNWy4O55zgbK3jndEQSutXSZCd40WD4SRvgNHcmyhoWB7lBo9ItM5tIu8GjxliN76B6Rs5fkg62pUrl4osPAJ4Rg5HMLvzQozdSooT4" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1537" data-original-width="2049" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEireoPuc1RFVSlBk3rphlgooZccx1cfZPj72AfLyDGegQuKFWumNhzdrWdBo0kwqm4dfRqAkDoLJQ9DZ-GQzdxxTFNWy4O55zgbK3jndEQSutXSZCd40WD4SRvgNHcmyhoWB7lBo9ItM5tIu8GjxliN76B6Rs5fkg62pUrl4osPAJ4Rg5HMLvzQozdSooT4" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div>"Well...Darcy, Claire,
Heather and the others are in the basement. Lizzie is going to run her
spells of protection through the machine and the structure of the house.
They'll get out through the Wine Cellar passage and out of the back if
it comes to it." Cindy nods. <br /><br />"Hiroto is with Masami protecting
the staff that wanted to stay behind. I'll check on them if things get
close." Kado sighs. "It still seems unreal."</div><div> </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiqF7wbXiot79j--ZK3QeYTV-ym3hLQCfWssJAe9suKHfRYiXMH54bTNnRe4CfpUAseMHPHMKDenO4e8XSxubJwssCZWRBAgJXXM22c0a9kyjBo87xbMALV7IybE_PIsFnM_LWewLwkcmrNN9LOX0nFFdscL4jPorDOGaoXvqZD-AWOpZLmkdUY33cTOqJ_" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1537" data-original-width="2049" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiqF7wbXiot79j--ZK3QeYTV-ym3hLQCfWssJAe9suKHfRYiXMH54bTNnRe4CfpUAseMHPHMKDenO4e8XSxubJwssCZWRBAgJXXM22c0a9kyjBo87xbMALV7IybE_PIsFnM_LWewLwkcmrNN9LOX0nFFdscL4jPorDOGaoXvqZD-AWOpZLmkdUY33cTOqJ_" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div>Olivia
says, "Mr. Barnett has more teams at his disposal, but I've told him to
retreat at once if they are overwhelmed. They won't be any match for
Ruri Von if she brings more demons or worse into this."<br /></div><div><br /></div>Tanner
watches the front doors, but narrows her eyes when she feels the air in
the room change - ozone and a new smell. She grips the shotgun and
shouts, "Something's here!"</div><div> </div><div> </div><div><div><b>Helloween 08</b></div><div><b> </b><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjcJMdehIFGF7G9WTHphzVhl-DBFu80yUKk_rgXmNoze1Ek8M5ozBBrtQYEgqclfwUk_RQ9RNDnK0s3LRRQBkZy_4jqOulfA5eha6o23So4VS50r4D46-D27bDxnidVgfabX4VHPtJqNqPLjfwQ9M7GAfEOqzrKTwr0yOJdcpLmFr6BsddwB-J-lsMl7GJN" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1537" data-original-width="2049" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjcJMdehIFGF7G9WTHphzVhl-DBFu80yUKk_rgXmNoze1Ek8M5ozBBrtQYEgqclfwUk_RQ9RNDnK0s3LRRQBkZy_4jqOulfA5eha6o23So4VS50r4D46-D27bDxnidVgfabX4VHPtJqNqPLjfwQ9M7GAfEOqzrKTwr0yOJdcpLmFr6BsddwB-J-lsMl7GJN" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><br /><br /></div><div>Poe appears suddenly, her massive gun in hand. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Tanner aims. <br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhrUV6e7cQEG4j5zZjvu5VjBxKHtSJ84eyzFlrV3XDhhJ8Ekq3ylDn_ELoym98VtVlMM1B2fD5OqUKoFyt33OXYOXZK-GLfM-QmbGf-8cznBGAn766zLjiQa_HfhAprdMtloMaQVx89LttV43ManxevuZJxxcvUAJB0ZqG5t_hhsOAiAfMjjns-tsobsIbR" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1537" data-original-width="2049" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhrUV6e7cQEG4j5zZjvu5VjBxKHtSJ84eyzFlrV3XDhhJ8Ekq3ylDn_ELoym98VtVlMM1B2fD5OqUKoFyt33OXYOXZK-GLfM-QmbGf-8cznBGAn766zLjiQa_HfhAprdMtloMaQVx89LttV43ManxevuZJxxcvUAJB0ZqG5t_hhsOAiAfMjjns-tsobsIbR=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div>"Poena?" Cindy whispers, her heart skipping as she wonders who's side she's on.</div><div> </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi6S_eixbVLbSLmaiIbJ4IXCcKxRYnE1Y52YjwdKU6-GzY_LSitwSBS3eKGz1aH4HSsWD8Bh7NrsKufWu_uELHaTbEODSjcQCVb8D2OEm-e_KQaUttXHaBijD49iJCE9uJsyoo7Bo2645PJ0CViw9q5rU7QDtmBKABBSk6CovrwerrYQAjTzA01ERvYMXV0" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1537" data-original-width="2055" height="478" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi6S_eixbVLbSLmaiIbJ4IXCcKxRYnE1Y52YjwdKU6-GzY_LSitwSBS3eKGz1aH4HSsWD8Bh7NrsKufWu_uELHaTbEODSjcQCVb8D2OEm-e_KQaUttXHaBijD49iJCE9uJsyoo7Bo2645PJ0CViw9q5rU7QDtmBKABBSk6CovrwerrYQAjTzA01ERvYMXV0=w640-h478" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div>"In
the flesh. I couldn't let you have all the fun, now could I?" She
winks, then looks at Tanner. "Easy there - I'm on your side, Lovie Lupa.
I brought a new toy for your Security Chief. He looked really happy
about it." Poe grins. </div><div> </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjORqH8i1lOb91aTE4Mz_s70Re66iiOkU8Upsr2Rp5dRNYidyWczWpnygku6T718biDAqy1yCyNh87ENYOSGYIG_iNq4WJiA1UVPT-O2isTMrvK4wdVqIXBwO0g_x6pqYZDt5jiVRL5jfW1xHEsJlXOAzoFOIOvs9fy2oSV3vkTVEKAuyZrj6Qe2BCW4l7w" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1537" data-original-width="2049" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjORqH8i1lOb91aTE4Mz_s70Re66iiOkU8Upsr2Rp5dRNYidyWczWpnygku6T718biDAqy1yCyNh87ENYOSGYIG_iNq4WJiA1UVPT-O2isTMrvK4wdVqIXBwO0g_x6pqYZDt5jiVRL5jfW1xHEsJlXOAzoFOIOvs9fy2oSV3vkTVEKAuyZrj6Qe2BCW4l7w" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div>Tanner stares, then raises the shotgun up and away. "Better safe than sorry."</div><div><br />___________</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjT05ATCCzsqPhZGTVPLxkDlZqOBWj9Ef2Cnsk5HQEzm2nplWZ6zA01VxTDQwndNoihn8LQLIpW3iOV0z8BWMWOaOPgZ48vJ5w07JPwb4GUh6AmecMLuMKGzEsdx3N9uSM9mWN8jsWEKth-5W9fpe50bTZYcaOqxCh28D62DZEAl65iGFQvGvrMUVbnjgGt" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1537" data-original-width="2049" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjT05ATCCzsqPhZGTVPLxkDlZqOBWj9Ef2Cnsk5HQEzm2nplWZ6zA01VxTDQwndNoihn8LQLIpW3iOV0z8BWMWOaOPgZ48vJ5w07JPwb4GUh6AmecMLuMKGzEsdx3N9uSM9mWN8jsWEKth-5W9fpe50bTZYcaOqxCh28D62DZEAl65iGFQvGvrMUVbnjgGt" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div>Outside,
Sid examines the new weapon. Gifts from devil women for a war with
demons? This has to be the most f^cked up gig he's ever had...and he
loves it.</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhI26ZTFbp35WXtiGgOeVfY3H9IBw6Mvsy2SViUMxwTFRGWN2eKIAZDvPiluFfPIpwa2X6ZwXMP_R07jvK6R2NmqfWl5XtIAsmLTwX15nVfSFnkAp9cl8eblP70-xBz4Jucfk0wMDZXVswUOU0uOvBuHp_QKrdr2gYQ_HC6zBKWC-DHIi2hX5ysfsnvhf3j" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1537" data-original-width="2049" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhI26ZTFbp35WXtiGgOeVfY3H9IBw6Mvsy2SViUMxwTFRGWN2eKIAZDvPiluFfPIpwa2X6ZwXMP_R07jvK6R2NmqfWl5XtIAsmLTwX15nVfSFnkAp9cl8eblP70-xBz4Jucfk0wMDZXVswUOU0uOvBuHp_QKrdr2gYQ_HC6zBKWC-DHIi2hX5ysfsnvhf3j" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><b>Helloween 09</b></div><div><b> </b><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjFvYABZ_vRnjWmBEeL7IDhjcMDveeZpGWvO4-eHqK7DszAFJ_f4zBsFH4caSN_kNjLz_mXrzrIKLQgR_Fh-SFwG2-tn0PYkOOOcnMS4eRXuEc9XM1D8p6s3W2LQilNT1sqPrAiCN9HZbg2LTyT0cvA72aiMSWX9E4u2WzJYCgQP4FdjWgRHXqGY3Wg7Csw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="832" data-original-width="1456" height="366" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjFvYABZ_vRnjWmBEeL7IDhjcMDveeZpGWvO4-eHqK7DszAFJ_f4zBsFH4caSN_kNjLz_mXrzrIKLQgR_Fh-SFwG2-tn0PYkOOOcnMS4eRXuEc9XM1D8p6s3W2LQilNT1sqPrAiCN9HZbg2LTyT0cvA72aiMSWX9E4u2WzJYCgQP4FdjWgRHXqGY3Wg7Csw=w640-h366" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br />Ruri Von smiles at her minions with Jepthah at her side. </div><div> </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiHPyIEpYYieKHIMEaXKreCdps8jArjzsZdLyfxgmxkU3fCzeazMVMBriI12wlJP0Dd62xVwvtIIITvARpjxoTeyfaaIaAQVl5N7Eh8QOBUchQbBu27ycuNy1kwwkQXGsULbGUbWNCdnd4_VRyzdkFk1-lWF9Ou20oBe2-SnK0yEMbq1Acco1lwmXLDdRP1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="832" data-original-width="1456" height="366" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiHPyIEpYYieKHIMEaXKreCdps8jArjzsZdLyfxgmxkU3fCzeazMVMBriI12wlJP0Dd62xVwvtIIITvARpjxoTeyfaaIaAQVl5N7Eh8QOBUchQbBu27ycuNy1kwwkQXGsULbGUbWNCdnd4_VRyzdkFk1-lWF9Ou20oBe2-SnK0yEMbq1Acco1lwmXLDdRP1=w640-h366" width="640" /></a></div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgplBpy25PUgPTgYUBiBjF6HP4gH1YEP-K0x5JY3eaYscu3UEY_XYlxe96rKSxwFxGHf5_N-YjaqEnXW-o7RPowoemt9k_aVhTSwcTYq3yGlPqXSEZUmQISfH9LS_LqWkWEGu1FR1vWb2LLc6YIL4_gfC5IxxCtVIRutNniBumQxC9QCaNy3Sql-C0Kg2la" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="832" data-original-width="1456" height="366" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgplBpy25PUgPTgYUBiBjF6HP4gH1YEP-K0x5JY3eaYscu3UEY_XYlxe96rKSxwFxGHf5_N-YjaqEnXW-o7RPowoemt9k_aVhTSwcTYq3yGlPqXSEZUmQISfH9LS_LqWkWEGu1FR1vWb2LLc6YIL4_gfC5IxxCtVIRutNniBumQxC9QCaNy3Sql-C0Kg2la=w640-h366" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjJOnsC3pMphnRYqEsz_kqmlvFifIVkh9jx34GBMXNiF-Jviae8Z58rVbRHn287Ow3puRNQpQUfhtOnU6XhXlTkThkV82Liq3nFb000GXDXjcUIzp5Fc5M8r6u88t9cglepuvaAbTQHxin6QJTfZnZeyDTZomXHvSpzEMT3ze2nPPfmKSe2EQ3Gw80wOLLO" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="832" data-original-width="1456" height="366" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjJOnsC3pMphnRYqEsz_kqmlvFifIVkh9jx34GBMXNiF-Jviae8Z58rVbRHn287Ow3puRNQpQUfhtOnU6XhXlTkThkV82Liq3nFb000GXDXjcUIzp5Fc5M8r6u88t9cglepuvaAbTQHxin6QJTfZnZeyDTZomXHvSpzEMT3ze2nPPfmKSe2EQ3Gw80wOLLO=w640-h366" width="640" /></a></div><br />(( Images created with Midjourney AI art ))<br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>The leaders of the demonic tribes of the underworld await her words eagerly. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div>"We
gather here on the brink of a new world. A world of darkness. Our
world! We bring our power forward. Up through the veil...and we cradle
this world in our beloved...darkness!" <br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The group before her roars their approval. <span> </span></div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg6W_6kXgQyA1RQX_G2954m0dQvvM7C_r3f_C1BuWiPWggqU-C2kf3xLLSLuE2-EXDY1BaDa2wmud6ia1ZFV_Pl04qxXDoCvtUCdgxHfdkIhs0TGbZL7vY9J2Oo-q92xIh7Gi6PC-uK03h94tKmKJJpgb7z7YkNYWklbY7a8pIMC2EiqG9pDK6rDTBzwWcu" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="832" data-original-width="1456" height="366" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg6W_6kXgQyA1RQX_G2954m0dQvvM7C_r3f_C1BuWiPWggqU-C2kf3xLLSLuE2-EXDY1BaDa2wmud6ia1ZFV_Pl04qxXDoCvtUCdgxHfdkIhs0TGbZL7vY9J2Oo-q92xIh7Gi6PC-uK03h94tKmKJJpgb7z7YkNYWklbY7a8pIMC2EiqG9pDK6rDTBzwWcu=w640-h366" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div>"Now...call forth your followers. We march on the House of Moore!!!!"</div></div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><div><b>Helloween 10</b></div><div><b> </b><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhj9x285S9U8S3O2ri8SlVnIEN7lAchZiFBmIlgQIieEo7ieIlwqmvA7JHPLZu7cM5Zl8wvIDg2bt5b87WQePCuaba1Df2IL7ZzmZdWKxNCpqbSRXFiL1Tcdc51oZwUluTxYK8FWDfaTOVzYC3X-u2IOk-IwvCm91lZfMql2n9qFrH3tigR_UMK9OTcDlbI" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="832" data-original-width="1456" height="366" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhj9x285S9U8S3O2ri8SlVnIEN7lAchZiFBmIlgQIieEo7ieIlwqmvA7JHPLZu7cM5Zl8wvIDg2bt5b87WQePCuaba1Df2IL7ZzmZdWKxNCpqbSRXFiL1Tcdc51oZwUluTxYK8FWDfaTOVzYC3X-u2IOk-IwvCm91lZfMql2n9qFrH3tigR_UMK9OTcDlbI=w640-h366" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEitnMvSbS3Cgem9kbGreztF1cHGguO5PP-Bpro1-GIacIZTKDIXFhicKsIFO1D88AUA0OjD7Dxwf6WhkwTfQcEx478Z5K3huE12tanp_nSir1VxWXVQmXXZaex-A2ca6U6vjzjAO6532_RVqWBbY0vzcnnmssfgSwXaEmiXFFUtTqSmh8OToyeipSW9fehT" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="832" data-original-width="1456" height="366" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEitnMvSbS3Cgem9kbGreztF1cHGguO5PP-Bpro1-GIacIZTKDIXFhicKsIFO1D88AUA0OjD7Dxwf6WhkwTfQcEx478Z5K3huE12tanp_nSir1VxWXVQmXXZaex-A2ca6U6vjzjAO6532_RVqWBbY0vzcnnmssfgSwXaEmiXFFUtTqSmh8OToyeipSW9fehT=w640-h366" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /></div><div>The first wave of Ruri Von's warriors tears through the woods like a forest blaze. </div><div><br /></div><div>Sid's
people make sure they keep to the safe zone - the Moore Coven's
protective circle around the house. But something is wrong. While some
of the wild things stop short like running into an invisible wall, some
fight their way through and press on. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj-QNG5hzUhBtu1Tr0f49S05j7BndT4ZD3Mnxs-nm0BERcby9u6CSOVfEQETolBEd-QlzHtzH0SN1GM8SGQa6SR5daOKlY2fjdqt_Q_n-inQ97yNVJ6VG1Lw_9KokamzRJjExbxItBc5giZf5M5aW-2yQ2kZ2l5Nd1tCjckkoe3gAWrV_w0Tvns4iKMYWKX" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj-QNG5hzUhBtu1Tr0f49S05j7BndT4ZD3Mnxs-nm0BERcby9u6CSOVfEQETolBEd-QlzHtzH0SN1GM8SGQa6SR5daOKlY2fjdqt_Q_n-inQ97yNVJ6VG1Lw_9KokamzRJjExbxItBc5giZf5M5aW-2yQ2kZ2l5Nd1tCjckkoe3gAWrV_w0Tvns4iKMYWKX=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div> </div><div>Poe growls,
"The Demon has done something to break down the spells! BACK TO THE
ESTATE!" She fires her gun and a jet of red flame explodes from the
barrel tearing through several of the creatures. </div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEifF2P_v4MwXw5YmuQ-P7jPwzQi219o8FQkTFOKZT4rgj6Ik26h_DOnqQZbZA2uFIUl0dvprNZWIjgwHmR0SWYvvJ0WA2HqLqvMH25lucjGvOE79TszyfIHyJ4GjmXr3nsb0kxRYeysqZ77C9LTWRnenEvx6Qpp9daB80UE2XBx_cI2vSVAJGp1zfpT6eL-" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEifF2P_v4MwXw5YmuQ-P7jPwzQi219o8FQkTFOKZT4rgj6Ik26h_DOnqQZbZA2uFIUl0dvprNZWIjgwHmR0SWYvvJ0WA2HqLqvMH25lucjGvOE79TszyfIHyJ4GjmXr3nsb0kxRYeysqZ77C9LTWRnenEvx6Qpp9daB80UE2XBx_cI2vSVAJGp1zfpT6eL-=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /></div>"You
heard the lady! FALL BACK!" Sid fires, taking out more monsters as they
get close to a fallen member of his team. Even as he fires again, he
knows they are way outnumbered. This is bad.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div><div><b>Helloween 11</b></div><div><b> </b></div><div><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhGNIDW6A7VjjxnrHM14PCSLmuftZjqmUA5FWfFd0gzJ7Es8CXc77B899Rn34kjif60q6kNbdtjkW7AQYUlyM9P60XPThB91rA5BMn707o_x5dVgq01mNjX2W-mtlYjAhTT1CW1SSm3KGon92dUCZqkpx3mBegx4Pu82fthKks7rjWXtrpgeCDyNqSuY_QB" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1652" data-original-width="2888" height="366" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhGNIDW6A7VjjxnrHM14PCSLmuftZjqmUA5FWfFd0gzJ7Es8CXc77B899Rn34kjif60q6kNbdtjkW7AQYUlyM9P60XPThB91rA5BMn707o_x5dVgq01mNjX2W-mtlYjAhTT1CW1SSm3KGon92dUCZqkpx3mBegx4Pu82fthKks7rjWXtrpgeCDyNqSuY_QB=w640-h366" width="640" /></a></div><br /> </b></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh3HbFpYPTC8ehq3xRVN7y7T123XZn-hwOwt5lunz-XfaOoS2Y20jJ73g-C7-cBA-kVS1M6vKhHDwV8c8W5UsH4iIxrlS_HALdzaGfARuglPYAeNrVIKoBM_sFHYxrCr0ZzVVJoyV_I6AhKNgymXHTnbYqA0TClLtwxPI64_kIYR7SpI7Wlskh0nt9kH_xI" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1646" data-original-width="2894" height="364" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh3HbFpYPTC8ehq3xRVN7y7T123XZn-hwOwt5lunz-XfaOoS2Y20jJ73g-C7-cBA-kVS1M6vKhHDwV8c8W5UsH4iIxrlS_HALdzaGfARuglPYAeNrVIKoBM_sFHYxrCr0ZzVVJoyV_I6AhKNgymXHTnbYqA0TClLtwxPI64_kIYR7SpI7Wlskh0nt9kH_xI=w640-h364" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div>That's when Sid and Poena hear the howling. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div>From all sides, more monsters come. But these monsters seem to be on Sid and Poe's side. </div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjZv5YOmFVJF9GheAPe-xoyuuqaXxzrndaJFYbDxKneoIt02oCiLzIWih-HPWUU7I1YGNv493RQmcbFqbUYcxtm9drEyyYRHfSCc5BPmfBoP4AHEfauNPkRDsqr0FD8EnkplH60ubr74u24E21_VupZzVUvSMU-y3DRmFg12kkgmZwN312_WfbTyuF1Kj0I" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1630" data-original-width="2896" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjZv5YOmFVJF9GheAPe-xoyuuqaXxzrndaJFYbDxKneoIt02oCiLzIWih-HPWUU7I1YGNv493RQmcbFqbUYcxtm9drEyyYRHfSCc5BPmfBoP4AHEfauNPkRDsqr0FD8EnkplH60ubr74u24E21_VupZzVUvSMU-y3DRmFg12kkgmZwN312_WfbTyuF1Kj0I" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div>Werewolves of all shapes and sizes come out of the darkness, slashing and tearing through Ruri Von's hoards. Chaos ensues. <br /></div><div><br /></div>Sid and Poe race back to the manor.</div><div> </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg6LHTVVKS0OCVIskXRQ1vEIbVz1XrGLTW-9z5uoXylaQKYwVjK_-SUmsRHXNtrIuq1Rvtt-kGkjGpm8LBXyFU_nzkXg6BgBPYjUKiXAbrFPKyVieu2LXnFZTJXifGFGXUNNFxd1-sdoLKb0KMHwZ3xSBNxrOLvA7GFI-zwZwTJjVBjDNKEs8lG88OMf5af" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1650" data-original-width="2882" height="366" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg6LHTVVKS0OCVIskXRQ1vEIbVz1XrGLTW-9z5uoXylaQKYwVjK_-SUmsRHXNtrIuq1Rvtt-kGkjGpm8LBXyFU_nzkXg6BgBPYjUKiXAbrFPKyVieu2LXnFZTJXifGFGXUNNFxd1-sdoLKb0KMHwZ3xSBNxrOLvA7GFI-zwZwTJjVBjDNKEs8lG88OMf5af=w640-h366" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh8OzlkPNc0TfDzEB6FQ13US8aIVNUmcg1A-DcrkAnpG3uJeK0tbnGJxiTD42w2q5qerV_fl8J7A8cnKogpqwMpaqzU5R9q5axk39CLi60e1PHI9epv7uPQA0EBo3wTjQYiZXK4WZvyxx4qGvu-kVQKHSTtkZB-aiG8pIVsjYB533gHckvAGg-Xm6h6_dTb" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="832" data-original-width="1456" height="366" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh8OzlkPNc0TfDzEB6FQ13US8aIVNUmcg1A-DcrkAnpG3uJeK0tbnGJxiTD42w2q5qerV_fl8J7A8cnKogpqwMpaqzU5R9q5axk39CLi60e1PHI9epv7uPQA0EBo3wTjQYiZXK4WZvyxx4qGvu-kVQKHSTtkZB-aiG8pIVsjYB533gHckvAGg-Xm6h6_dTb=w640-h366" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjZF6RCq8gZioN4Axq4ukFmm7nfnfmQMkPMSDRCqvAA3djFqHhk3fcYHCKQ_xsxb8HhctcZa4dcvVei-uOxZkKDKUeyZWdFEgUcje7xtqAELQLAkkj_E3ysei7DXHUCsfDjSldJCqlOQOTmF_TgECfy1YRZDOzRU4RjWFLGbk1hADvzPilAL9m4eQ3_F-dO" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="832" data-original-width="1456" height="366" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjZF6RCq8gZioN4Axq4ukFmm7nfnfmQMkPMSDRCqvAA3djFqHhk3fcYHCKQ_xsxb8HhctcZa4dcvVei-uOxZkKDKUeyZWdFEgUcje7xtqAELQLAkkj_E3ysei7DXHUCsfDjSldJCqlOQOTmF_TgECfy1YRZDOzRU4RjWFLGbk1hADvzPilAL9m4eQ3_F-dO=w640-h366" width="640" /></a></div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><b>Helloween 12</b><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEitzst0ORZ3uRXkQszy1Bazg5mfhoZSwFkNeSGdpKTimqvU8Rk0nSwj0SUbdt--Cso8j_CwvnndvBGpi3-_mHkp2pXXP1AKvGxFsPCoXux-uN_6bRj80414auDexTVz8Tzbc3gTU0vfMw16W2u0H2Rm1N9y-7huMzllr_OEufklbHxo3JCH5Esm9U30t4kv" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1650" data-original-width="2900" height="364" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEitzst0ORZ3uRXkQszy1Bazg5mfhoZSwFkNeSGdpKTimqvU8Rk0nSwj0SUbdt--Cso8j_CwvnndvBGpi3-_mHkp2pXXP1AKvGxFsPCoXux-uN_6bRj80414auDexTVz8Tzbc3gTU0vfMw16W2u0H2Rm1N9y-7huMzllr_OEufklbHxo3JCH5Esm9U30t4kv=w640-h364" width="640" /></a></div><div> </div><div>A ways away, the witches that have gathered to help continue to try
spells of protection, but can feel Ruri Von's counter-spells undermining
them at every turn. </div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh0Za3lABYn8c26itMnvaXImBmEDneRbG3cZ2w-Q94xy4PIhnfy5iDczB7c5qMu1Eb2jfc3SEK57HP1Ltonazs-vWW0t67hKiJY9s-w2RIc5KqMAObYJIJM692LIeI9vcfVzec6nJ9NpWXkVZDdgsobjWN6N2zz64RvZe9gNh0elgp7fToueLgtAscUF9Tv" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1654" data-original-width="2894" height="183" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh0Za3lABYn8c26itMnvaXImBmEDneRbG3cZ2w-Q94xy4PIhnfy5iDczB7c5qMu1Eb2jfc3SEK57HP1Ltonazs-vWW0t67hKiJY9s-w2RIc5KqMAObYJIJM692LIeI9vcfVzec6nJ9NpWXkVZDdgsobjWN6N2zz64RvZe9gNh0elgp7fToueLgtAscUF9Tv" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div>"Sisters...we are losing this battle...."<br /><br /></div>The witches stare down from the hilltop...and watch Ruri Von's army swarm Moore Manor.</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhFUpFGUtQzx_n8KNpJ7fp7SkronRiTaxAvzSRdQLCHoyN3kfwZXQAVhG4agTvBIfyAHgJXQhj_mNDfI5t4NwsWmJjlMRiMKH8dIuWBJGkHjFn2qBXfCR-krnQz9dpWge3Noc9MFlgWQBogX8ONcKiKCX4fDS1pQ5BpkvjqWyLbW7ua3oCinshyPslk9WHm" style="margin-left: 1em; 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Tanner growls. For an instant, she wonders about Angel and the others. <br /></div><div>_______</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjkji60-1dgoMkQhSHD7JiAL-HKblfm1VxRAcr7XAyRlinVuwdb80pls_PVukWAOTT7o_4-OvqzdBpOoF0qBX6wEjd3yt7_54jJ8tiNJv74xGVQPT5qdDeH9AesasYd94C-FNg7XzENeq0x7B0d_aiJPuD5sOrsVcOKX8ziYtW7dTGcD7hRZjtCqvlQh6I4" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjkji60-1dgoMkQhSHD7JiAL-HKblfm1VxRAcr7XAyRlinVuwdb80pls_PVukWAOTT7o_4-OvqzdBpOoF0qBX6wEjd3yt7_54jJ8tiNJv74xGVQPT5qdDeH9AesasYd94C-FNg7XzENeq0x7B0d_aiJPuD5sOrsVcOKX8ziYtW7dTGcD7hRZjtCqvlQh6I4" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiwUlhMwPRcEiN2hbF6Dx9V3NQhYyiKPWZBmsp7slfpJHOTSIwwXT9Gi6KHoBWJQzgFnXeI8vnd2A5j4Yvp5MKjF5JWix4MGfTxoKKl3mTRj63-6pvHcEdb7dv29WFb5PlDhzDfuemx7zn2RrwAm7LPqNIvmMxZF5l4FMwKjgmVewQ3jAZ2TinrZo1AHTln" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiwUlhMwPRcEiN2hbF6Dx9V3NQhYyiKPWZBmsp7slfpJHOTSIwwXT9Gi6KHoBWJQzgFnXeI8vnd2A5j4Yvp5MKjF5JWix4MGfTxoKKl3mTRj63-6pvHcEdb7dv29WFb5PlDhzDfuemx7zn2RrwAm7LPqNIvmMxZF5l4FMwKjgmVewQ3jAZ2TinrZo1AHTln=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiAVY9Ufx5IExI-9FsVoxl7T7qbt85R5_4R2FSmWKn6W-0gAEW3LgVWepUqg717F70cGE9EtoBH9OnHBpHzfITajXlWAjIYyz_5vRtjR7QOIX46L1-sK1tRr7vdyGUsM_4vr95LL5rQtYAxaWKrnsmzk3moGbl3d16H2HFVSvk525af4NyNABbbkIl7xX7x" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiAVY9Ufx5IExI-9FsVoxl7T7qbt85R5_4R2FSmWKn6W-0gAEW3LgVWepUqg717F70cGE9EtoBH9OnHBpHzfITajXlWAjIYyz_5vRtjR7QOIX46L1-sK1tRr7vdyGUsM_4vr95LL5rQtYAxaWKrnsmzk3moGbl3d16H2HFVSvk525af4NyNABbbkIl7xX7x=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhyBqjL6HxURF9tU9-e7eCfwMRMHrwqxEmQjz2sv0pokabl0veQppTSYDIUzKxv6dKw5mP7h26tB_iVFsXxhSThtcHkBOx5vkIPVxp6jic7F12snCyqbFqi--r0h_gPw8pMcdhjAK5_oDrqC4Tv22zpTyugO2cdca6hN5vmifkdKSffruMv4RD3pgTszfVI" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhyBqjL6HxURF9tU9-e7eCfwMRMHrwqxEmQjz2sv0pokabl0veQppTSYDIUzKxv6dKw5mP7h26tB_iVFsXxhSThtcHkBOx5vkIPVxp6jic7F12snCyqbFqi--r0h_gPw8pMcdhjAK5_oDrqC4Tv22zpTyugO2cdca6hN5vmifkdKSffruMv4RD3pgTszfVI" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Downstairs, Rainier Villeneuve and Hiroto draw power from the spirits and energy of the Manor and channel it through Martine's Boîte à Bijoux de la Mort and towards Velia Balotelli. Velia reads from the book she and Zampa found to try and banish the monsters, but it doesn't seem to be working against Ruri Von's magic. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div>________</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgnuO_RHselb_2DnsXkBME0USHI8mdw9Li_ZLQi71UH3JY2bx9wVbxZS4g0gz8sheMTh9EdANW9DL1Ze6JfUiHp_U_C__jISAyq2extjXHJ-0fdMoXnHOggGakv0t-AHrmwV2N7GNUQmQHPVopUE-lygx7TyB8yl7_phbUCZ2qcreUMJWaqttpM_VybOR9k" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgnuO_RHselb_2DnsXkBME0USHI8mdw9Li_ZLQi71UH3JY2bx9wVbxZS4g0gz8sheMTh9EdANW9DL1Ze6JfUiHp_U_C__jISAyq2extjXHJ-0fdMoXnHOggGakv0t-AHrmwV2N7GNUQmQHPVopUE-lygx7TyB8yl7_phbUCZ2qcreUMJWaqttpM_VybOR9k" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div>And in the cellars....Claire whispers, "Are we all going to die here, Darcy?"<br /></div><div><div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><b>Helloween 14</b></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiAVQ9oCdsgXQfSlszGBDz6PNf9meP4znSYQim_L6wwmaJYolFQOfY1-oK7DtDFYdhhmMRKNxzFCBSHCeNE3SG2j3RBZPNN9RNj9BwZbfKXWR_ULpbfr1tz3ZVmWiSaXQc26UxuYcZVS20vRksYunTDLp0VoqgudlnSe88ZREYM9PwSVfJYRr310NBjGX9j" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiAVQ9oCdsgXQfSlszGBDz6PNf9meP4znSYQim_L6wwmaJYolFQOfY1-oK7DtDFYdhhmMRKNxzFCBSHCeNE3SG2j3RBZPNN9RNj9BwZbfKXWR_ULpbfr1tz3ZVmWiSaXQc26UxuYcZVS20vRksYunTDLp0VoqgudlnSe88ZREYM9PwSVfJYRr310NBjGX9j" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh1phbcIqdSM6zUUFNnUH1JtQEQdsu35Bqlf_eQwLasZHRFTswNohckrFvHqovSUDaeQiTKTcGewCl83rYJItbW0ZD8hFSof7n8RXs2zawRDXIbQpbZ5t70vos-zfNddlZk3NbhttnrLCCpu6qQfAx4uEG0lXaqnnHQVsE73VFJrgi710Ty9_B1aZCptTIB" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh1phbcIqdSM6zUUFNnUH1JtQEQdsu35Bqlf_eQwLasZHRFTswNohckrFvHqovSUDaeQiTKTcGewCl83rYJItbW0ZD8hFSof7n8RXs2zawRDXIbQpbZ5t70vos-zfNddlZk3NbhttnrLCCpu6qQfAx4uEG0lXaqnnHQVsE73VFJrgi710Ty9_B1aZCptTIB=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div>Cindy feels the broom in her hands grow heavier...and suddenly it flares and shifts in her hands. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhzF-6x7nmvpcmq9hRi4dBoaXTppBr6RJ8lw_22zQ4dIv3xRuSzxUJJuOGmdaFEEI0osaxFP38AG4mTHBi_0azr6sabLc6eb4pbxqUh6_igVWuc9UOhskcCHWeUbwHdGumdTmVWYYZPhoWHg-QOqZeLb2NlvwxMQHYh59THOhL6XOwrtDA6mgYJ8JXufuvp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhzF-6x7nmvpcmq9hRi4dBoaXTppBr6RJ8lw_22zQ4dIv3xRuSzxUJJuOGmdaFEEI0osaxFP38AG4mTHBi_0azr6sabLc6eb4pbxqUh6_igVWuc9UOhskcCHWeUbwHdGumdTmVWYYZPhoWHg-QOqZeLb2NlvwxMQHYh59THOhL6XOwrtDA6mgYJ8JXufuvp=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>"Da f^ck jus' happened?!" Tanner growls. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div>"Cindy?" Olivia whispers. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEisDpVgWeiYXgDHIdR0u0b8gj0cr6n9Z_jSFzvIftuxbNtYCg-QxlI6SB-jRj41PodXK2V3tUJM5803ADsa7p4hatLKzQDbJ5bjbsJQKFna3e1IhtQf3vNjhr9c-4BVNnrfLHozO9gMS8ne45V_FY0hFC_9VSLWzeKiCR0kf3SjI8AZl9WC8vtq7WODUwk1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEisDpVgWeiYXgDHIdR0u0b8gj0cr6n9Z_jSFzvIftuxbNtYCg-QxlI6SB-jRj41PodXK2V3tUJM5803ADsa7p4hatLKzQDbJ5bjbsJQKFna3e1IhtQf3vNjhr9c-4BVNnrfLHozO9gMS8ne45V_FY0hFC_9VSLWzeKiCR0kf3SjI8AZl9WC8vtq7WODUwk1=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhSSjW24kucpkzOHKREAJw4qdI3P-X0eyVDhxseR3fkiejLaINVNJK4SxwPd5vP0gW-VPWmkmEp3VgSO419wn153rG2yCUMaIfPjwAvYVVA2NItHfIB1xQrfORDn-B32bGfxqr7sSk7BlXPeFfgoqEir6_vcXrTYC7jhPnD3xKa9rLacyDlyaWCTrOhAI_3" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhSSjW24kucpkzOHKREAJw4qdI3P-X0eyVDhxseR3fkiejLaINVNJK4SxwPd5vP0gW-VPWmkmEp3VgSO419wn153rG2yCUMaIfPjwAvYVVA2NItHfIB1xQrfORDn-B32bGfxqr7sSk7BlXPeFfgoqEir6_vcXrTYC7jhPnD3xKa9rLacyDlyaWCTrOhAI_3" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>"Well
well...it's much easier to get in here now," Janice says with a laugh,
ignoring Tanner's shotgun. "I know it's not usually the way you Path of
Light walkers do things, but that sword is a gift from your Auntie
Siuxxothran. The Sword Of Lawthe." She motions to the sword. "You stick
the pointy bit there at the tip through that b!tch Ruri Von
and....poof."</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgiob6gfs7r9cSZ4LO3Gd7MvijqOndamkQAUBiptabehfUZQwne8gc4g6ETENaU0Lim3-4Zbb9Y-gF1mydyYPpU-v2ChFdEGDlYgEpRs8IPID4odt9NQsTvFWruXODhgeediiBHZBCVornkmHVSBBu1LJuh4RcCslNYXqGhAfQsS1xC34ciGzrpBu3obq6P" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgiob6gfs7r9cSZ4LO3Gd7MvijqOndamkQAUBiptabehfUZQwne8gc4g6ETENaU0Lim3-4Zbb9Y-gF1mydyYPpU-v2ChFdEGDlYgEpRs8IPID4odt9NQsTvFWruXODhgeediiBHZBCVornkmHVSBBu1LJuh4RcCslNYXqGhAfQsS1xC34ciGzrpBu3obq6P=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Cindy shivers. "It's...terrible..." She wants to drop it, but can't seem to make her mind do it."</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjBN0DAwaXx8p5vMpdBBthm9sG-svukJuc5rp9KW3t4OMWBc-gevz8Z2DXx2IERvcFHhyPSVt-rCqku8Pp3X-I7IYiSTu-ci14p1brJpIiR-Dq1JtPMpuTPoTqVeWZsBc7Na7_P94gxxv3k2JsUbFWHCM4JPDDmuaMRknK8Wn7FAY6sTCbV6NZDAKNWFZQP" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjBN0DAwaXx8p5vMpdBBthm9sG-svukJuc5rp9KW3t4OMWBc-gevz8Z2DXx2IERvcFHhyPSVt-rCqku8Pp3X-I7IYiSTu-ci14p1brJpIiR-Dq1JtPMpuTPoTqVeWZsBc7Na7_P94gxxv3k2JsUbFWHCM4JPDDmuaMRknK8Wn7FAY6sTCbV6NZDAKNWFZQP" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>"So
is what Ruri has planned for you, darling. Olivia...the White
Death...Elke...and that little wildcard Chelsea. We'll need them, too.
You need to do your little wonder triplets thing while Snow White here
sword-f^cks Ruri. Hard part is getting close enough."</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjtKbEFHys1pZJ9P1Q32AU6acMK7GoE0vq3gZ4nRPAOMGrwF73qTU_XaQwHgtx_-6EIwSaw5d6Z9xpTmkS9LMxhdnfRdN0VeT2na3Itm7WOQ-E-Klh9-40zCnRSSlwPi7UpemWqek9xEcrTppUi3QpKZ6dh-u1s8L0xT8bUHzTFkqyanEsj2mU2MP_0XUYO" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjtKbEFHys1pZJ9P1Q32AU6acMK7GoE0vq3gZ4nRPAOMGrwF73qTU_XaQwHgtx_-6EIwSaw5d6Z9xpTmkS9LMxhdnfRdN0VeT2na3Itm7WOQ-E-Klh9-40zCnRSSlwPi7UpemWqek9xEcrTppUi3QpKZ6dh-u1s8L0xT8bUHzTFkqyanEsj2mU2MP_0XUYO" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div>Cindy thinks. "I can do that....."</div><div> </div><div> </div><div><div>Helloween 15</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjf0ATV6b8ePgtZ0_-VwObYGd_aroGQdq-FsUTb2hYNronJr3hLahYKZ_OfKm3B4l5fLGrJgVpEQ83uXisZm-Mjm58SWGAhU3zOhxKV5L7RPs-zchySDd1M6v4ItCo-eUEzu2-PhkLlvo8_w_LqXBNsJ7cZlLC_oDv9Brex0Jrv9R0JROQO8P6d24nbRYRM" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1537" data-original-width="2049" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjf0ATV6b8ePgtZ0_-VwObYGd_aroGQdq-FsUTb2hYNronJr3hLahYKZ_OfKm3B4l5fLGrJgVpEQ83uXisZm-Mjm58SWGAhU3zOhxKV5L7RPs-zchySDd1M6v4ItCo-eUEzu2-PhkLlvo8_w_LqXBNsJ7cZlLC_oDv9Brex0Jrv9R0JROQO8P6d24nbRYRM=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div>Ruri Von slithers towards the
Moore Estate - triumphant. The souls of Moore and Slater will be
delicious. Then, she'll take the others in the estate. Jepthah can have
his pick of the other witches. He can finally have his little brunette
toy. She smiles. <br /></div><div><div>_______________</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj051CsFi6rC9nWRqRc9p6AxqHhrY02YZ8SCBMySvYsfQ8tGxzuwsfutKfJbRre51iBkfQoXo0puBGcKGWd58NeQgbuyMjHxMGcakoPgmLY5RgyMl2W0hAoReMOBqLtSc7sAWgUZjoeNHNFWUtCDAQCj83WDQgD2Tcq-Llu3WnvxnMc4TCoL7GyxgqCn1-E" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1537" data-original-width="2049" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj051CsFi6rC9nWRqRc9p6AxqHhrY02YZ8SCBMySvYsfQ8tGxzuwsfutKfJbRre51iBkfQoXo0puBGcKGWd58NeQgbuyMjHxMGcakoPgmLY5RgyMl2W0hAoReMOBqLtSc7sAWgUZjoeNHNFWUtCDAQCj83WDQgD2Tcq-Llu3WnvxnMc4TCoL7GyxgqCn1-E" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjoIA72eRVr4Zib-AvoIOqIrf93qZqmxdcpwGaQsWrNu3mCPD_UvqhqDLoPU9UWrsxH8dRQwAUX_emPlRuspuFQwDHnoQlowRxBAbWVPJnzsIYXMkYid3YDviUC1JIV64rUYOqpWf55qIKKks7pXROBBEpyuegrrcKF7siKbCIyX4ze2agEov7OTym-CI3-" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1537" data-original-width="2049" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjoIA72eRVr4Zib-AvoIOqIrf93qZqmxdcpwGaQsWrNu3mCPD_UvqhqDLoPU9UWrsxH8dRQwAUX_emPlRuspuFQwDHnoQlowRxBAbWVPJnzsIYXMkYid3YDviUC1JIV64rUYOqpWf55qIKKks7pXROBBEpyuegrrcKF7siKbCIyX4ze2agEov7OTym-CI3-" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjzq20mAj73Za3aUHgQFv_fgFWzeYZj50fSeOEXiQ4Ngqedocpn1HAdWBknecnTr7AYEBc_CfyWd6hteimDpTOq448IHduuynS_h8XIzKRJ9u0ZgkCA4C44tA60YxaZBN1yMrslZTQQI65dJuph2rHu_-bIOhn8rLSWsWYY6Jq3Nyo4NvCXBOXEQmEq7bxG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1537" data-original-width="2049" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjzq20mAj73Za3aUHgQFv_fgFWzeYZj50fSeOEXiQ4Ngqedocpn1HAdWBknecnTr7AYEBc_CfyWd6hteimDpTOq448IHduuynS_h8XIzKRJ9u0ZgkCA4C44tA60YxaZBN1yMrslZTQQI65dJuph2rHu_-bIOhn8rLSWsWYY6Jq3Nyo4NvCXBOXEQmEq7bxG" width="320" /></a></div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Olivia, Elke, and Chelsea
focus on Cindy at the same time. They all whisper prayers in their own
ways - a coordinated effort for a common goal....<br />_______________</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhWWyMfITVtrwbxhFA5m5xGbEMZAULeHKQ4TyIfhQEsQuPeV-mDvn3wVN1tvpHDi2lCut6wKDTLtIcLug1FDBbmPpZd0V0JzOV-btCeMRTSc1z1HS0VmaDNioLQZgUsMjpjrsalxTA3GSrBOnOkQ7BqzXiQhmf7XF22KkFa1UkkLLot3FCsBfZvdmXOYvyx" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1537" data-original-width="2049" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhWWyMfITVtrwbxhFA5m5xGbEMZAULeHKQ4TyIfhQEsQuPeV-mDvn3wVN1tvpHDi2lCut6wKDTLtIcLug1FDBbmPpZd0V0JzOV-btCeMRTSc1z1HS0VmaDNioLQZgUsMjpjrsalxTA3GSrBOnOkQ7BqzXiQhmf7XF22KkFa1UkkLLot3FCsBfZvdmXOYvyx" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiNzzZS5dsW-1IakYn_jz4ZwQgdiYNfWpcMQnubzQPWT9YqTeWx1KmPeF_zb1DwEl3nlkaDs7mTu5fSWs9Nvmjti79-Wke4GS8U9eZVdqVIn0Yuz9wl9wxnTcqKmJgIunK9xQiNEVzrPf0i2fEdyKxOYwvBvrOrX0Q0_SSDB6B-gExw_WNRXkO5gDsiKM_e" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1537" data-original-width="2049" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiNzzZS5dsW-1IakYn_jz4ZwQgdiYNfWpcMQnubzQPWT9YqTeWx1KmPeF_zb1DwEl3nlkaDs7mTu5fSWs9Nvmjti79-Wke4GS8U9eZVdqVIn0Yuz9wl9wxnTcqKmJgIunK9xQiNEVzrPf0i2fEdyKxOYwvBvrOrX0Q0_SSDB6B-gExw_WNRXkO5gDsiKM_e" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div>"Sniper....you see him?" Jepthah glares. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhDyPza5LiZW8hZzHj1M0yCOPzFZUUModQpJRbAva-Orfet1e_PV-MACsZNhZBwf9eWUDvHD8IC7zydZo6t7tTvJvgejOiOdsgjBojEl-38FC4awKEVlBt6wUoc9rL7D0uqdOvJh821qSjhuhAQhu-WKqkxmUAxcZ3TF9jWDt-xkcAvjidAc8cZt6jkMx0W" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1537" data-original-width="2049" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhDyPza5LiZW8hZzHj1M0yCOPzFZUUModQpJRbAva-Orfet1e_PV-MACsZNhZBwf9eWUDvHD8IC7zydZo6t7tTvJvgejOiOdsgjBojEl-38FC4awKEVlBt6wUoc9rL7D0uqdOvJh821qSjhuhAQhu-WKqkxmUAxcZ3TF9jWDt-xkcAvjidAc8cZt6jkMx0W" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>"No matter." Ruri laughs. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEizfpuHG3P1bEY_BHt1_JE81kKm9gquuE3bq0alEyO3XAtL8kT47j897PprmRXsI4L7MPrlHhyfhuL8H4ubF7C0rgPqpkZYjJlqN0oVR_Sa4SR7rzZ2yOBSyaCpsBvqI6jKRJuLOo1fxcOVtDDari5lCa-K37s-fonumi8D_P-oowtvW34BqURgueUrWM3n" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1537" data-original-width="2049" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEizfpuHG3P1bEY_BHt1_JE81kKm9gquuE3bq0alEyO3XAtL8kT47j897PprmRXsI4L7MPrlHhyfhuL8H4ubF7C0rgPqpkZYjJlqN0oVR_Sa4SR7rzZ2yOBSyaCpsBvqI6jKRJuLOo1fxcOVtDDari5lCa-K37s-fonumi8D_P-oowtvW34BqURgueUrWM3n=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Jepthah
is lifted off his feet and lands six feet back as Tanner's special
bullet finds its mark. He feels like he's been hit by a car.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div><div><b>Helloween 16 - The End <img alt="💀" aria-label="💀" class="an1" data-emoji="💀" src="https://fonts.gstatic.com/s/e/notoemoji/15.0/1f480/32.png" /></b><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgZO_DLVkaZVZciUeDNQ_XmMhrHDbXAbcwNdYltnl7GTXUnFBl8sgf-wpGOjl-fInQic_mpEZjalnKC6zVh38QvY9BRNNwrfhfbMx_wkiHEv7dOSsIKDT5qxJqPgKhIDd9X0L4GJMhbpTavtX-JRjlGH3T7oFveznwUKT49VfUkr6lSj1mrS89BT16FFuhx" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1537" data-original-width="2049" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgZO_DLVkaZVZciUeDNQ_XmMhrHDbXAbcwNdYltnl7GTXUnFBl8sgf-wpGOjl-fInQic_mpEZjalnKC6zVh38QvY9BRNNwrfhfbMx_wkiHEv7dOSsIKDT5qxJqPgKhIDd9X0L4GJMhbpTavtX-JRjlGH3T7oFveznwUKT49VfUkr6lSj1mrS89BT16FFuhx=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhqGRnViXIOSNqUMkhtF4cEMjJfo8ElX1grfoEn4jVjlQiYXWupIHrogqtDe7eCXJub3Tszv9cTXMpz_yPHMsxVDb1vGeg9hf6sZ-nNfal-cOvO9-nHjYdXx3q0coBrPU7UOPS79_GXa2Mk24ziCbRL6QOPwqMXY3I-oUu9u14S0cgKLJRJNKtlK-E8aNPu" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1537" data-original-width="2049" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhqGRnViXIOSNqUMkhtF4cEMjJfo8ElX1grfoEn4jVjlQiYXWupIHrogqtDe7eCXJub3Tszv9cTXMpz_yPHMsxVDb1vGeg9hf6sZ-nNfal-cOvO9-nHjYdXx3q0coBrPU7UOPS79_GXa2Mk24ziCbRL6QOPwqMXY3I-oUu9u14S0cgKLJRJNKtlK-E8aNPu=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Ruri feels a shift in the world behind her as Cindy slips from the Blank Dimension and up behind her, but too late. <br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjuLXKv3nTg8AU-MXO0hGtsMP7u1GRISwxVVyS8j1_aIjl3x8TUkWa-ODcpBLtPH-2ejRkQUsagAoAyzPmDF_j5VzSMGMp0fcs4P_cWroYDIofp9c1o4hzoGmItsygQYJoFP-nvk11Buoyby0Dt1U55V3kzGIGqllx0dd5ntUF2yF0NR_xwgnC2XtIKuY7Q" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1537" data-original-width="2049" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjuLXKv3nTg8AU-MXO0hGtsMP7u1GRISwxVVyS8j1_aIjl3x8TUkWa-ODcpBLtPH-2ejRkQUsagAoAyzPmDF_j5VzSMGMp0fcs4P_cWroYDIofp9c1o4hzoGmItsygQYJoFP-nvk11Buoyby0Dt1U55V3kzGIGqllx0dd5ntUF2yF0NR_xwgnC2XtIKuY7Q=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div>Cindy rams the sword through Ruri Von without a thought, whispering a prayer to Hecate as she does. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh3S5HL-vfzcK20qCr0qEiiPyrmjJSkR-51sWL7fLwcTeZlTfI70i1BFfCCt_Hw98otjAqCKdZFykiUBgsN-mGKuPCsuVgFLCTciBx5wzTkiitvcD7jJRiBht5gaioPr8vHGzShdWrRyEkv1-oax9ywIwHNSK6J4s5FApFcuJD4nk6oX_iIVbFWICHDPYLr" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1537" data-original-width="2049" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh3S5HL-vfzcK20qCr0qEiiPyrmjJSkR-51sWL7fLwcTeZlTfI70i1BFfCCt_Hw98otjAqCKdZFykiUBgsN-mGKuPCsuVgFLCTciBx5wzTkiitvcD7jJRiBht5gaioPr8vHGzShdWrRyEkv1-oax9ywIwHNSK6J4s5FApFcuJD4nk6oX_iIVbFWICHDPYLr=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi0-Xdo3kctmHzqqVfGtcl04S81yrAo6lJT0CeLI8J-uSLxICt_Ca1Uz5EXl8YNkkvBLZ9N7r2DQvNMgm_t6AlzR4gCiKjq_ucGxVtjLdA6PUc3psD11-Bk9i93WrHLf-nC5MRVtBWJnuxjq2tD7aWnk6vFPjkOJiognArt5vHCtHe6MzLdjtDOUBHxbNTk" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1537" data-original-width="2049" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi0-Xdo3kctmHzqqVfGtcl04S81yrAo6lJT0CeLI8J-uSLxICt_Ca1Uz5EXl8YNkkvBLZ9N7r2DQvNMgm_t6AlzR4gCiKjq_ucGxVtjLdA6PUc3psD11-Bk9i93WrHLf-nC5MRVtBWJnuxjq2tD7aWnk6vFPjkOJiognArt5vHCtHe6MzLdjtDOUBHxbNTk=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Ruri
Von screams wildly as the Sword of Lawthe sends her to the deepest,
darkest part of Hell. The betrayal hurts almost as much as the sword
when Ruri realizes what Lawthe has done. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhekb7FzZxwJUWkxqogDFXqlelFr3k7C3CNF7Pn2Jvuao7FzVoZ7gDMXzcYvqj7ReLjqdI2NoYzhwcDIv2VsZB288vCVbQ_7voqAxbYKNg5zZv-ZPVtsZ1a_thSo5DadJ56OawZsqnmc63mwaI0fIGp9Op6dGfDjVFU-DazwYpS9RdEeH_aqzvDJ9_OMkga" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1537" data-original-width="2049" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhekb7FzZxwJUWkxqogDFXqlelFr3k7C3CNF7Pn2Jvuao7FzVoZ7gDMXzcYvqj7ReLjqdI2NoYzhwcDIv2VsZB288vCVbQ_7voqAxbYKNg5zZv-ZPVtsZ1a_thSo5DadJ56OawZsqnmc63mwaI0fIGp9Op6dGfDjVFU-DazwYpS9RdEeH_aqzvDJ9_OMkga" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Jepthah screams when Ruri Von is ripped away and turns into a rotted piece of meat before Cindy's eyes. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><b>Helloween - Epilogue <br /></b></div><div><b>November 1st</b></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiwbRhA6SvUuB7g-TujOwv4fqMX1ttdnww3eDmGc1BiH2IfwboqCZuVGoeEsdmUuLsikwuWhhdJprNHT1aVImNDWmqK4oJwl_RDeAAnaTIb2rOoj4muqGomoVuJTZ5jIM5szE1hVJNWvPsnrm3RHDYx3AhEhH0zydpBz4Vs6bQbse63qocMi8IJ28BHltNE" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiwbRhA6SvUuB7g-TujOwv4fqMX1ttdnww3eDmGc1BiH2IfwboqCZuVGoeEsdmUuLsikwuWhhdJprNHT1aVImNDWmqK4oJwl_RDeAAnaTIb2rOoj4muqGomoVuJTZ5jIM5szE1hVJNWvPsnrm3RHDYx3AhEhH0zydpBz4Vs6bQbse63qocMi8IJ28BHltNE" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEibM5EnAlNbgXIfUGEtExRN-yFl2-5Ij1_85Em49c2zF02C5JF0qHVAD-88drArFukyOjhHG9xA9_Cnfw67a91tAjwpXRbeBedshiDVzkb77L9N95tJKvEpcyItUU4lM9oQUoDWKiBUadrolLEbjx-y4Vp8-T7GkpMEqjMsAj1fumDW2xhMg6_eojfMt8Sm" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEibM5EnAlNbgXIfUGEtExRN-yFl2-5Ij1_85Em49c2zF02C5JF0qHVAD-88drArFukyOjhHG9xA9_Cnfw67a91tAjwpXRbeBedshiDVzkb77L9N95tJKvEpcyItUU4lM9oQUoDWKiBUadrolLEbjx-y4Vp8-T7GkpMEqjMsAj1fumDW2xhMg6_eojfMt8Sm=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEik3AaqeNGA2AExFo8W-vKYJ2RwQI_BEJaJrUXs1D0PhotnIATBNKaA7CaKawZbHEzo_yhsglkPuTbO9vWmYBv4gupw3g8yqpFF9u7TABTtP5A-rx9Zon1ltelukfcj0cktlLhMfzDLwUiMuMxVNZEf6BirUgaQ2KWn687Yp8qB-rxk_MfIXGjbu9M52U78" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEik3AaqeNGA2AExFo8W-vKYJ2RwQI_BEJaJrUXs1D0PhotnIATBNKaA7CaKawZbHEzo_yhsglkPuTbO9vWmYBv4gupw3g8yqpFF9u7TABTtP5A-rx9Zon1ltelukfcj0cktlLhMfzDLwUiMuMxVNZEf6BirUgaQ2KWn687Yp8qB-rxk_MfIXGjbu9M52U78" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiAkLDJpKwfC7fSzTw1dHYX1l6vIBLYDixCwhIbktrMmG1ubWOGt363eSQVWW3_1HnRB1s9Cf5XZjWFf8Gr1VvHzn4-gS7EdNySdvyG6VzbPxUnGi96YcUHz0L3dYj9ZQyp8RuhotK3rwHbOk3MCGGelVewYzkQScW9jwoZdicq5lO-zbC6S6DqhEMb-2Vm" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiAkLDJpKwfC7fSzTw1dHYX1l6vIBLYDixCwhIbktrMmG1ubWOGt363eSQVWW3_1HnRB1s9Cf5XZjWFf8Gr1VvHzn4-gS7EdNySdvyG6VzbPxUnGi96YcUHz0L3dYj9ZQyp8RuhotK3rwHbOk3MCGGelVewYzkQScW9jwoZdicq5lO-zbC6S6DqhEMb-2Vm" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The light of day. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The
fires around the estate did not touch the main house, though a few of
the demonic monsters managed to break a few windows and almost make it
inside. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div>When Ruri Von was defeated, everything she brought with her was taken away as well - monstrous creatures dragged back to Hell. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiaY-tlIM74oLdGdam7ZSNKKDQGrTT4NKtm3Ka1Y89WXGQFS_DX2SYE5LdgkBEwD5hqGhZpsVYlhTD2dJsSJ8ojwAZ4ebaj6QxGpDmhtoMTpoLVl9PfY_Vdfyrj73_vgfME1zhCpEh-lB8QT5g9PwUMbWcx1AOxxhZjXMwiPDzht8pd3Sgq0sRHG3IsLmCE" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiaY-tlIM74oLdGdam7ZSNKKDQGrTT4NKtm3Ka1Y89WXGQFS_DX2SYE5LdgkBEwD5hqGhZpsVYlhTD2dJsSJ8ojwAZ4ebaj6QxGpDmhtoMTpoLVl9PfY_Vdfyrj73_vgfME1zhCpEh-lB8QT5g9PwUMbWcx1AOxxhZjXMwiPDzht8pd3Sgq0sRHG3IsLmCE=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Chelsea,
Olivia, and Elke all have people missing as well...including Angel.
Tanner and Sid search for her with the security teams. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The strain of the battle takes its toll on everyone. </div></div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjdHayE0lL4qnUUhFz85zAo_2gLR1bP46LKEn8Skq1q5a4T4GuIadEMEX1QZfi4dvUvLQjyUB-k4VWJPMO-DQn6uVLx8JuE2AfhhqknUK85aF7dotguGDStUDcAz7A7rqK-C-gqsZteTkXIkg0l0o0-GYuA-6neX9PnSRdU3jjn_IyWqllZlXLVaoT_Akyj" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjdHayE0lL4qnUUhFz85zAo_2gLR1bP46LKEn8Skq1q5a4T4GuIadEMEX1QZfi4dvUvLQjyUB-k4VWJPMO-DQn6uVLx8JuE2AfhhqknUK85aF7dotguGDStUDcAz7A7rqK-C-gqsZteTkXIkg0l0o0-GYuA-6neX9PnSRdU3jjn_IyWqllZlXLVaoT_Akyj" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhcKJLhAl9ZET-WnYEwJYWtLRZRxNaIyRafHTDRWmcB3cUsnA-GtD4or61daZgckybCma9uj8Qko4NqakeOaGItLaty156kEQ_cA5S_1UjAnwNU5d2vgTaCxwCQWp-BC8sNjFg-Okmua0ehc6w7kl0oWKCqpg0qP4FuI-9OeaBUYXyoULY1Nkb_eas9QKW7" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhcKJLhAl9ZET-WnYEwJYWtLRZRxNaIyRafHTDRWmcB3cUsnA-GtD4or61daZgckybCma9uj8Qko4NqakeOaGItLaty156kEQ_cA5S_1UjAnwNU5d2vgTaCxwCQWp-BC8sNjFg-Okmua0ehc6w7kl0oWKCqpg0qP4FuI-9OeaBUYXyoULY1Nkb_eas9QKW7" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiphqtrVHPRjvqagrwqa-CltXVQPJY3QQvTf_RoolQ2gH5nFT1HU2CD2oLmqEMI42uf0LSobkYF7szSUd_e2vu6G2Z4_PUTNYDaHp9cnIHMDHrkjGGZGlWBXm0GzVxbhodIW_SYxNs5_le6oH6zeAt0t2LAxO9kvaZhIVLmTQnYhEp_9Pb69JS-badhI_GV" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiphqtrVHPRjvqagrwqa-CltXVQPJY3QQvTf_RoolQ2gH5nFT1HU2CD2oLmqEMI42uf0LSobkYF7szSUd_e2vu6G2Z4_PUTNYDaHp9cnIHMDHrkjGGZGlWBXm0GzVxbhodIW_SYxNs5_le6oH6zeAt0t2LAxO9kvaZhIVLmTQnYhEp_9Pb69JS-badhI_GV" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgd45hpCPQsn6o2Jtk9vqokKvAff1cARszLCB5iQMK0eUqswNdy-sk3XpHiTSn4jBRv-4xJPQ39Mf5j7DgM2kfBAE0_7yizXpix6_QKhCeGvGS7WBBlaOJT7pb-A43uf7Ls6OirVVJV-oep5urcPIkAWgPGKkms6SL-EpIL6alQd6Z3H8jgi26kQTen67PH" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgd45hpCPQsn6o2Jtk9vqokKvAff1cARszLCB5iQMK0eUqswNdy-sk3XpHiTSn4jBRv-4xJPQ39Mf5j7DgM2kfBAE0_7yizXpix6_QKhCeGvGS7WBBlaOJT7pb-A43uf7Ls6OirVVJV-oep5urcPIkAWgPGKkms6SL-EpIL6alQd6Z3H8jgi26kQTen67PH" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiWQQ2toExaHxK5OqbLhhB08n8GJKIc4j3WXQldwy_prHyBL9_HDZWTDhGrPg1N9U3z5cBK4XxTomRP7vfbe7sB_qSaJZlwJKpgOZQtxcnBjR7pcw5nAAyO-Mq2XduLJCxCFgHrUnSQXV34AUcEWf-SPpTVXATnMx5xaR3nfH57tm3m-8YOn3mQJXat6jZW" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiWQQ2toExaHxK5OqbLhhB08n8GJKIc4j3WXQldwy_prHyBL9_HDZWTDhGrPg1N9U3z5cBK4XxTomRP7vfbe7sB_qSaJZlwJKpgOZQtxcnBjR7pcw5nAAyO-Mq2XduLJCxCFgHrUnSQXV34AUcEWf-SPpTVXATnMx5xaR3nfH57tm3m-8YOn3mQJXat6jZW" width="320" /></a></div><div><b> </b></div><div><b> </b></div><div><b>• Clairemont River Valley News Broadcast •</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgQopeBvB8fKaIrHdHl4vp2AB7FwSyg204LN_G6Oo4I_gQZF066JNBk0wN7Q3GgWObOnAh3wGAS6hnyKqiq9SnQnygzya9caq5y5b9Gpe2_ktB1920QCh5IVK8wxKJJj3SY20bn48HIW9CbT5pieWPQibjY9yS_R-WP7N3APGDhlnqtVYEDjge4xjiQXgrt" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="671" data-original-width="1171" height="366" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgQopeBvB8fKaIrHdHl4vp2AB7FwSyg204LN_G6Oo4I_gQZF066JNBk0wN7Q3GgWObOnAh3wGAS6hnyKqiq9SnQnygzya9caq5y5b9Gpe2_ktB1920QCh5IVK8wxKJJj3SY20bn48HIW9CbT5pieWPQibjY9yS_R-WP7N3APGDhlnqtVYEDjge4xjiQXgrt=w640-h366" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div>"Thanks,
Stacy. The Clairemont River Valley is still recovering from its own
version of DEVIL'S NIGHT. We have Mark Thomas reporting on the scene
downtown. Mark?"</div><div><br /></div><div>"Hey there, Jess. Yes, things
got a bit out of control last night and authorities are still trying to
put the pieces together to find out just how this all started. I'm here
with Miranda Schuman who witnessed some of the...well..madness of it all
last night. Miranda, what did you experience last night?"</div><div><br /></div><div>"My
God...it was really weird. My friends and I were leaving the parade
here in town to go over to San Ravelo and that's when we saw the fire?
Up on Lone Rock. We were calling 9-1-1 about it when these dudes ran
RIGHT out in the street in crazy skull masks! When we stopped, they
started banging on the car and we took off. It was terrifying!" <br /></div><div><br /></div><div>"Well
we're happy that you are ok. That had the potential for being a really
bad situation. What was the situation over in San Ravelo? I assumed you
still went over there?" <br /></div><div><br /></div><div>"Totally fine.
Normal Halloween stuff. It seems like whatever these ((bleep bleep))
were doing was just a Clairemont thing. Some guys dressed as scarecrows
were running around with torches in the valley. I bet they're the ones
that started those fires."</div><div><br /></div><div>"Thanks, Miranda. Jess, fire crews are still patrolling the area, but it looks like things have finally calmed down here."</div><br /><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzgrN1V3bXGuIdCfNbxJNIsdh9WFA_vY01oQyoTylDkNrHq2hAgjjMIFNe7b6xpNN9E2vYUyeo3hJbCS-SvDA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /></div></div></div></div></div>malcoJOJOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12362522805988503279noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8386728540021864055.post-23131621755432884982023-05-22T13:56:00.005-07:002023-05-22T13:56:31.785-07:00Weekly Recap Blob - May 1st through May 20th<p> Again...playing catchup on my Weekly Recaps :)</p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgNf-CGCDhWsUCWxrcLXY0N_wJ0vCguXTv-7LwQa7bz6YnpBvAzfX3Kc3pmWzSpAfg1J_Ho_oF38wND6w4CCkPp4FEY5O0_Hy0HMV0uoOzQzGToy4UoRGMm0JvvpUWtt7j-z_d5nWMs05HmJFC9iKhh9d8DzXy9CGotvvhJaR5NMDz1sUWJXBDav9bU1w" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="609" data-original-width="844" height="231" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgNf-CGCDhWsUCWxrcLXY0N_wJ0vCguXTv-7LwQa7bz6YnpBvAzfX3Kc3pmWzSpAfg1J_Ho_oF38wND6w4CCkPp4FEY5O0_Hy0HMV0uoOzQzGToy4UoRGMm0JvvpUWtt7j-z_d5nWMs05HmJFC9iKhh9d8DzXy9CGotvvhJaR5NMDz1sUWJXBDav9bU1w" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Darcy uses her powers to find out about Alison being put under a spell. She arranges for Alison to come to The House for fixing. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEht9laeeDohUMDNt-QAsRVGHyj5abmses6PW-cUBtq05QHHlXVjUNMkCZtTnPMkjZYCYEkW5CKUQhPcYSO9RkiqqBqN1UTVkVeuO5wf6-pOHcufYbzEmNmKHciIAawPmI3_-orH1W2I9wl2JEcKOlPPrSBqhvWmtx0VXIgQPxN44ILvdxX5pIlD1QDg9w" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="885" data-original-width="869" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEht9laeeDohUMDNt-QAsRVGHyj5abmses6PW-cUBtq05QHHlXVjUNMkCZtTnPMkjZYCYEkW5CKUQhPcYSO9RkiqqBqN1UTVkVeuO5wf6-pOHcufYbzEmNmKHciIAawPmI3_-orH1W2I9wl2JEcKOlPPrSBqhvWmtx0VXIgQPxN44ILvdxX5pIlD1QDg9w" width="236" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">•• Tanner celebrates Beltrane<br /></div></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiSLgpzncpWE5Y1CMiagKlN9xRHVtId7IMyVQ_amyNP6k7jMTS5Be8H6U5cbTol0f-Qj9PMdLyN0i0K_mP_bq3loCUV_E75LLZHGY3RyBbCAmYBNlTKrHcirh_N0IZvJVJ4oJeK6eEcZCwIlnLKqXiHMrYlIHLJbf4l7izuggUk8Pb-u6Wfd3VxgoIWgA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="660" data-original-width="884" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiSLgpzncpWE5Y1CMiagKlN9xRHVtId7IMyVQ_amyNP6k7jMTS5Be8H6U5cbTol0f-Qj9PMdLyN0i0K_mP_bq3loCUV_E75LLZHGY3RyBbCAmYBNlTKrHcirh_N0IZvJVJ4oJeK6eEcZCwIlnLKqXiHMrYlIHLJbf4l7izuggUk8Pb-u6Wfd3VxgoIWgA" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p>•• Fixed the pastry display box glue fogging</p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjsjTHPS38izR88BB7Tq8cG7hff15zAAZM9kUZ0i3gsZp9MN4EUceaQojOgzTNGsGbo7BDXg9hWAdC1Q9TfGYDplNst03D2-6bGAutctv3Sub-RMho3e694JEIHbcQm90AYuuSpwjqwf9tIcVn7PYIOrQuX0FnnWVcuAbjgy7KFcjgv-dFXN8-6pJSCtQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="666" data-original-width="884" height="482" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjsjTHPS38izR88BB7Tq8cG7hff15zAAZM9kUZ0i3gsZp9MN4EUceaQojOgzTNGsGbo7BDXg9hWAdC1Q9TfGYDplNst03D2-6bGAutctv3Sub-RMho3e694JEIHbcQm90AYuuSpwjqwf9tIcVn7PYIOrQuX0FnnWVcuAbjgy7KFcjgv-dFXN8-6pJSCtQ=w640-h482" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjf80fwnTs2jSvAwUZzKbm5q1grle-6iM0At5sFY_GjT3mLenPikkby4uKwKG_v4v7bVIcI5YfneOtMTC6XNF6BQ4ShIgn99NaCTNFRIOtsxp3P3ckK9M8a4bsP9X81611pf6qUgEq94a-setnoNU__N618mpif3eoktke6iI-dHLK4NcFqNd5K2laeEA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="660" data-original-width="826" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjf80fwnTs2jSvAwUZzKbm5q1grle-6iM0At5sFY_GjT3mLenPikkby4uKwKG_v4v7bVIcI5YfneOtMTC6XNF6BQ4ShIgn99NaCTNFRIOtsxp3P3ckK9M8a4bsP9X81611pf6qUgEq94a-setnoNU__N618mpif3eoktke6iI-dHLK4NcFqNd5K2laeEA=w400-h320" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh3MFyy9hb3GcC8gvEnn3wsqDZfarlimG3bsECcNsyvASm9rqybZjvqlpV0d-SNcnkx3_A2EiIi3ELnuA8M44UVVCH4kcDMnThgPDddc3BTb2LBG00qii5vBwk6Ix3FHToOOfmVm7r4xWC1Yd7ESD507Y0YAbYnunlauPMiK9dUlQ2aRoT7yyzcfu76VA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="653" data-original-width="801" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh3MFyy9hb3GcC8gvEnn3wsqDZfarlimG3bsECcNsyvASm9rqybZjvqlpV0d-SNcnkx3_A2EiIi3ELnuA8M44UVVCH4kcDMnThgPDddc3BTb2LBG00qii5vBwk6Ix3FHToOOfmVm7r4xWC1Yd7ESD507Y0YAbYnunlauPMiK9dUlQ2aRoT7yyzcfu76VA" width="294" /></a></div><br /><br /></div>At The House, Cindy gives Alison some of the healing potion and it removes the spell curse from her. Kado removes the spell from the purse itself, but they are no nearer finding out who put the curse on it in the first place after bringing Heather in to explore her mind. <p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEisZUuTdkRLzypx4atlxxZyvNo0uJV_H44K6h2aPWXBAfaBCBsvrkPedfOg-vhxZTtPd3-GUnA36_WXe90ifgKYpWC_M7Cog5aiCSbkdLNrShfytCHLO4bTFnz7ag-KdWFCPC3AgKfqNb1RPFEb7m5OsFJSDtf1tuTm0IHkLuF8x0msAWjXHMCVvYyRBQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="642" data-original-width="901" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEisZUuTdkRLzypx4atlxxZyvNo0uJV_H44K6h2aPWXBAfaBCBsvrkPedfOg-vhxZTtPd3-GUnA36_WXe90ifgKYpWC_M7Cog5aiCSbkdLNrShfytCHLO4bTFnz7ag-KdWFCPC3AgKfqNb1RPFEb7m5OsFJSDtf1tuTm0IHkLuF8x0msAWjXHMCVvYyRBQ=w400-h285" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi-16veV0wkw5McBT1kKfxs-MPR52nge_wynwO8GaZyvNxzW4ldWRbEvwwBS6XVM0zvyQacA6cpby6FKLYZW0zEk7CKqSL5UMcu2Tcxn3R3uK6SDzKun0fdkos_g_gnjSUM50idfRMvgzKprgjpeRTO9O8mNdOQ3wHvXRaAXeY_AIa-kfegxu7TXTQaYA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="629" data-original-width="767" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi-16veV0wkw5McBT1kKfxs-MPR52nge_wynwO8GaZyvNxzW4ldWRbEvwwBS6XVM0zvyQacA6cpby6FKLYZW0zEk7CKqSL5UMcu2Tcxn3R3uK6SDzKun0fdkos_g_gnjSUM50idfRMvgzKprgjpeRTO9O8mNdOQ3wHvXRaAXeY_AIa-kfegxu7TXTQaYA" width="293" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><br />Kriemhild speaks with three witch sisters from Italy who tell her about Chelsea being with the Italian High Priestess. Kriemhild dismisses them, saying they are just trying to kiss up to her and Olivia now that they know how powerful Olivia's Coven is. <p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgAapVPoYRJUJsNVwpbzK5uU6vhxezUb4KA_H3KUg78r8AXydmAHD8fLaCR6Xb8T7MnZ-WUk5OwWRNmRN5YH3codd2uatJy3fEqqNTxnjKMzsC_7blZkhGH5aCMcJIFqxvLO87csuM5gyqO2DHRVHAPfQuog27dFC64gfO2i6JMk5i5z57lKNkKpVzIGw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="712" data-original-width="731" height="624" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgAapVPoYRJUJsNVwpbzK5uU6vhxezUb4KA_H3KUg78r8AXydmAHD8fLaCR6Xb8T7MnZ-WUk5OwWRNmRN5YH3codd2uatJy3fEqqNTxnjKMzsC_7blZkhGH5aCMcJIFqxvLO87csuM5gyqO2DHRVHAPfQuog27dFC64gfO2i6JMk5i5z57lKNkKpVzIGw=w640-h624" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgfQohKJxDbK9TxLmF1WvP2pKTq06nxYhWwrLhpCUYkKlafgrYvgNnkt26b0CgicOg8mAbbezmmQgdbRjgUOXc8o6bHASc3DSAwRYIUmaIjyPbiZOfknFcL4n-OgBabQPDd2zoV9vFRpPhRObQJMg2HIfBDDGOgo-xh19lu4jD6yYUic5PKHiuoXRDVvQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="658" data-original-width="804" height="328" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgfQohKJxDbK9TxLmF1WvP2pKTq06nxYhWwrLhpCUYkKlafgrYvgNnkt26b0CgicOg8mAbbezmmQgdbRjgUOXc8o6bHASc3DSAwRYIUmaIjyPbiZOfknFcL4n-OgBabQPDd2zoV9vFRpPhRObQJMg2HIfBDDGOgo-xh19lu4jD6yYUic5PKHiuoXRDVvQ=w400-h328" width="400" /></a></div><p><br /></p>Cindy calls Marcus Cabbott - special that he actually calls her back right away, and tells him about her trauma from college that took away her ability to have children. He damns the man that did it to her, but is sad that he can't give her better news about the potion he made. 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It flees at once...and fast...showing that even the spirit world knows about Cindy and her powers. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh2B-ydUy5Qm0NdRokkByjTgtJume7YQJ9AqJuBmD5hSjPaZw5DUFmIDu36K2tSxBmKFNxZNOCpugSy4d6RxJQvfWOXWaAdlvbPvjY9PFGRbopUckmsQMqS7oxMYWFnHpBD8Yq-xnfFGkVlzWRERgfStxvWdMDTq41RwmvfSixGtTJQNG9i4VT6mDKfvw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="869" data-original-width="838" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh2B-ydUy5Qm0NdRokkByjTgtJume7YQJ9AqJuBmD5hSjPaZw5DUFmIDu36K2tSxBmKFNxZNOCpugSy4d6RxJQvfWOXWaAdlvbPvjY9PFGRbopUckmsQMqS7oxMYWFnHpBD8Yq-xnfFGkVlzWRERgfStxvWdMDTq41RwmvfSixGtTJQNG9i4VT6mDKfvw" width="231" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Chelsea ponders her future and if it includes a better relationship with the Moore Coven. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjdI0YpgGDrr63PeWEcGozxuO6tpj690wfBaGsfjHCPRKjicFtvlCGvMyDJm9nyB8UQ-7J8VDuo30xO5Tfwf_f3nt9STVC6Zs64lDyenvQLgDSOl09r3Ym254QyB47yaHGZweKqRncMMetiJ8R8z_wEoUWoE93cT3C8qT0jJlf9TdfdxXWnHAV3nOiqXQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="675" data-original-width="827" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjdI0YpgGDrr63PeWEcGozxuO6tpj690wfBaGsfjHCPRKjicFtvlCGvMyDJm9nyB8UQ-7J8VDuo30xO5Tfwf_f3nt9STVC6Zs64lDyenvQLgDSOl09r3Ym254QyB47yaHGZweKqRncMMetiJ8R8z_wEoUWoE93cT3C8qT0jJlf9TdfdxXWnHAV3nOiqXQ" width="294" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">•• I did some set work, building a papercraft desk from EASY PRINT AND CUT on Etsy and some printable books and shelves. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj968IMuIsidW37YeU-5WFrrYpmvqT8VSdmI1WXF2ZUy0fTmpJLZlT1fSrOdD9n7TmDI-3WhOJaGvjD0TST-36HNs7rk1Wbs_c5eMAAOtoXb_CjLPB25dZMAIdBC30x_XMg-U8osUqwzfF_V79Qz5RppchIhDqlkequv-_zNlDpRvPIKaPfRvG6UplNhQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="636" data-original-width="851" height="299" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj968IMuIsidW37YeU-5WFrrYpmvqT8VSdmI1WXF2ZUy0fTmpJLZlT1fSrOdD9n7TmDI-3WhOJaGvjD0TST-36HNs7rk1Wbs_c5eMAAOtoXb_CjLPB25dZMAIdBC30x_XMg-U8osUqwzfF_V79Qz5RppchIhDqlkequv-_zNlDpRvPIKaPfRvG6UplNhQ=w400-h299" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhS_Mkibzjb9nH15RQZAHDdMs0OQXrOQRN_OXFF8T7eGnEW1SBwnkdmZExkl07DLFGnWMXtwdEQ7O2MOE6ExKRF3AGWKsmH_Eyp3qRXCPS_naiozZv0a37spO8uLoUOKbAIjVeX0Qg726r0goc3xDE6cy-64oLok-2u4tmq9-01GRuti-m4PA92x1SExg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="880" data-original-width="853" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhS_Mkibzjb9nH15RQZAHDdMs0OQXrOQRN_OXFF8T7eGnEW1SBwnkdmZExkl07DLFGnWMXtwdEQ7O2MOE6ExKRF3AGWKsmH_Eyp3qRXCPS_naiozZv0a37spO8uLoUOKbAIjVeX0Qg726r0goc3xDE6cy-64oLok-2u4tmq9-01GRuti-m4PA92x1SExg=w621-h640" width="621" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><br />Martine tries a voodoo attack on Elke. Sadly, it does little more than make Elke proud of how much more powerful Martine has become to launch such an attack. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhvdqJveCOrE1YYi5MyVs-CFNQRd5oULTuZVVvdZPHUhc6gHbe36AVJNWn-MtOD85mBUVmT2KxgamaQZMDARFWvbr2F6DUcDJ5fbbdHOBqSbp9ulzz6ACT48LmO5-CJCCBvv0r-CLXxRVtJzygzwIgHymBp9Z1vmD6flN3cxqkEQA5jQfJiZtR2GOkwmg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="762" data-original-width="828" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhvdqJveCOrE1YYi5MyVs-CFNQRd5oULTuZVVvdZPHUhc6gHbe36AVJNWn-MtOD85mBUVmT2KxgamaQZMDARFWvbr2F6DUcDJ5fbbdHOBqSbp9ulzz6ACT48LmO5-CJCCBvv0r-CLXxRVtJzygzwIgHymBp9Z1vmD6flN3cxqkEQA5jQfJiZtR2GOkwmg" width="261" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhgAl_yhy0hRiA_L58E9KSxytGKtvbrW977KupfX9_u--lrIN5vQVBZOtz_qUwu_muMNOJKYtPLg-VkrXVOB6hGZgm0-qp3YECp9ttZ4gCLS5YJqKOUiW8Up-qTm21AjcsMBUsIolcJUrMfk_1pHStbc-qF7mJGMZnsfPVXtfE2Lp3Qb9YVYBd0H6aLyA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="886" data-original-width="811" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhgAl_yhy0hRiA_L58E9KSxytGKtvbrW977KupfX9_u--lrIN5vQVBZOtz_qUwu_muMNOJKYtPLg-VkrXVOB6hGZgm0-qp3YECp9ttZ4gCLS5YJqKOUiW8Up-qTm21AjcsMBUsIolcJUrMfk_1pHStbc-qF7mJGMZnsfPVXtfE2Lp3Qb9YVYBd0H6aLyA=w367-h400" width="367" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Elke and Danuta meet with a splinter group of the vampire witches in France - the Fantômes de Sang. They agree to join with Elke to build a strong, anti-Olivia Moore Coven of their own. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgWTLAd67Pyl1iZkfORKqkzWZvLYesEtkxcF3pMk1sUDVAkbA6WZqk-QQMTz-lPlOxVHfqR2RMHzsTWD63Kng5uina93989n8pnwQfvojf5Coi3AyIvjkJpgta2CK08tHczdU4JV1L_bQc34-7eBEHTj3xVjZ4E9jqoQ3NaxUIFvSj-5pAJgSNARzo2Yg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="662" data-original-width="820" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgWTLAd67Pyl1iZkfORKqkzWZvLYesEtkxcF3pMk1sUDVAkbA6WZqk-QQMTz-lPlOxVHfqR2RMHzsTWD63Kng5uina93989n8pnwQfvojf5Coi3AyIvjkJpgta2CK08tHczdU4JV1L_bQc34-7eBEHTj3xVjZ4E9jqoQ3NaxUIFvSj-5pAJgSNARzo2Yg" width="297" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjHCzHOsG7745J8de8CMeHahdzwiA0Wh7SMgebNUBb7fH3ADm70ro_PhDxS6SxbVxWWrNQjGHaAtEwp1mbi13MEqm0nsXUIEEUXcUgW0FVkGq280K8JudhLzQ_lIbXhuo_3ysvQSDfWshe2oHEUOFdlfIVIFjVEUiGPVzjHOo9Oc7guYuXhhO4jJP9lsw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="573" data-original-width="770" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjHCzHOsG7745J8de8CMeHahdzwiA0Wh7SMgebNUBb7fH3ADm70ro_PhDxS6SxbVxWWrNQjGHaAtEwp1mbi13MEqm0nsXUIEEUXcUgW0FVkGq280K8JudhLzQ_lIbXhuo_3ysvQSDfWshe2oHEUOFdlfIVIFjVEUiGPVzjHOo9Oc7guYuXhhO4jJP9lsw" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Opal is angry about two of her former bandmates coming after her for money now that she's gaining popularity while one other bandmate supports her and is friendly. Fabrizia and Zack work with their lawyer Jennifer Lee to stop the situation, the type of case Jennifer excels at. 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Cor finds her and brings her down to Olivia and Cindy who rouse her. She's thrilled and happy about the experience, eager to learn more about the Estate and it's spirit world. 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Cindy finds out about the uninvited exploration from Darcy and Claire and uses a powerful spell to drag Poe to her. 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The next day proves that she sipped a bit too much whiskey, but Cindy's hangover cure works wonders.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjk5fCT74aP83kvlNXJRzYv4xk6k3BR3tEF_1BkZ_tqWgZAff0Yk0EwtEq_tF6c0rQMkFx82cXQ0IK179IPpd3C98wdrmibcoGou5ox0qrOZuFMoI1VM9XszIzzAStdo5dfwv5m3weUsYNy6ph8kwJcRlpW_kZeW_tr5HICYWAn1niBKjGBv1b9FDkRQw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="646" data-original-width="696" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjk5fCT74aP83kvlNXJRzYv4xk6k3BR3tEF_1BkZ_tqWgZAff0Yk0EwtEq_tF6c0rQMkFx82cXQ0IK179IPpd3C98wdrmibcoGou5ox0qrOZuFMoI1VM9XszIzzAStdo5dfwv5m3weUsYNy6ph8kwJcRlpW_kZeW_tr5HICYWAn1niBKjGBv1b9FDkRQw" width="259" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Angel doesn't like the way Gavin talks about Olivia and writes him off. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgalCi8OdAhRyMBGLR1g3lZNd1waeDGEfKZ9b2X8fMXhUkomMrhQKmnH99Tr-hwKNPMw9PP0glWYfmfFn_0IbxnktV-EdoKLMQgGrNgJdlbMcidpuLKsFKX9unHmPxVtJNKqMfybXA2mv0fkiXl04IwG5SAvrBY401gm6-F7Vi7MzI0iitnmR3OjwumaQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="808" data-original-width="792" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgalCi8OdAhRyMBGLR1g3lZNd1waeDGEfKZ9b2X8fMXhUkomMrhQKmnH99Tr-hwKNPMw9PP0glWYfmfFn_0IbxnktV-EdoKLMQgGrNgJdlbMcidpuLKsFKX9unHmPxVtJNKqMfybXA2mv0fkiXl04IwG5SAvrBY401gm6-F7Vi7MzI0iitnmR3OjwumaQ=w627-h640" width="627" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgZzNHBEfxHM6WczeS67RDtxbh9iTnHv4Z1ZfBZg2zkzVN0CDNAJrJwF0xw4we0mxaS1fto2R4whZkVf60IK2HtAn4u6YVqNr29S9FfsuMEm0dzJjZI0fZCI4SJHs9OW5-6P883ELrLY2-9t87DaVVPyHihVSzF7EX_cT4xsb6S0C06e4KOfMJ7Twb8vQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="791" height="318" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgZzNHBEfxHM6WczeS67RDtxbh9iTnHv4Z1ZfBZg2zkzVN0CDNAJrJwF0xw4we0mxaS1fto2R4whZkVf60IK2HtAn4u6YVqNr29S9FfsuMEm0dzJjZI0fZCI4SJHs9OW5-6P883ELrLY2-9t87DaVVPyHihVSzF7EX_cT4xsb6S0C06e4KOfMJ7Twb8vQ=w400-h318" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhm4TuxW7v_nvrfsgFPsZZ8s32VpAZJrWTOD9vnx19eFV-GG64u7g3GPOjeqrbj8awrOXf4omzI3t3V8Z-J2DSA4sY4TqKHDNBtFeU-ZKsxtrsFEqUW512wkcB2UusUnI_1ZhgKwVd9VgUO02J0syPRYS-g8bD18Dh-TqCc_MkD7NhfuLEEGACVRhwJHA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="588" data-original-width="781" height="482" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhm4TuxW7v_nvrfsgFPsZZ8s32VpAZJrWTOD9vnx19eFV-GG64u7g3GPOjeqrbj8awrOXf4omzI3t3V8Z-J2DSA4sY4TqKHDNBtFeU-ZKsxtrsFEqUW512wkcB2UusUnI_1ZhgKwVd9VgUO02J0syPRYS-g8bD18Dh-TqCc_MkD7NhfuLEEGACVRhwJHA=w640-h482" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Chelsea asks for a meeting with Morgause of all people. Chelsea manages to escape her wrath and asks Morgause to show others that she now follows the Path of Light. Morgause agrees to think about it, but Chelsea needs to get rid of the Nun Demon first. Chelsea doesn't think twice about this - the Nun had done wicked sacrifices of children...and Chelsea had made a promise to one of the parents to send her to a private Hell, so it was a win win. <br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiLsQ_MIhYUEV460rKf-ptQF3LJE5wU2n818RG3ldof9Flopie-zs5fjkAikx_QR01ZzgyxjKBWqDZtYImOiEZqybhyEyead6CJBT51M1VbiD3yQIV9H7aG6Eb6nOvYxUpbdzSAS-D20VAXtZS7q141_u0EAHTOIgWxtVDjq0XAYwltdW3eQjt6WbVsxA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="854" data-original-width="791" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiLsQ_MIhYUEV460rKf-ptQF3LJE5wU2n818RG3ldof9Flopie-zs5fjkAikx_QR01ZzgyxjKBWqDZtYImOiEZqybhyEyead6CJBT51M1VbiD3yQIV9H7aG6Eb6nOvYxUpbdzSAS-D20VAXtZS7q141_u0EAHTOIgWxtVDjq0XAYwltdW3eQjt6WbVsxA" width="222" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgOlNPqHiTCcWlM_JW84cbFJ3UT5SFyrC5NW9oclO0yfqd3fpRyxEN8tsee8xlngdx2q6XJpScOAgqMjDPGocCDAGR6KQ4Wa0qhLcUGos5HCt5MucyacN0gOz9P527WjNuwdbCEZUG59imGUUQAXZoOj5W8-cNdOa9mkH0UAnOfDUYFPAH3l1ndF2yrwg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="871" data-original-width="808" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgOlNPqHiTCcWlM_JW84cbFJ3UT5SFyrC5NW9oclO0yfqd3fpRyxEN8tsee8xlngdx2q6XJpScOAgqMjDPGocCDAGR6KQ4Wa0qhLcUGos5HCt5MucyacN0gOz9P527WjNuwdbCEZUG59imGUUQAXZoOj5W8-cNdOa9mkH0UAnOfDUYFPAH3l1ndF2yrwg=w372-h400" width="372" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjYMqL5gtss0WITgm2jeZcKMsDHCVz8e7jxsL2lC2FXxNs9FueFiCtZf9BA4wLSr6CItynr-6OrwS8vgdfFCBKOXMYh76xWgnSU2_3AmexltiBLye3ABhpLyAVdP_xJcFlTGq-ShcZSsIwsjc8Eo1WKppaHGItkytCueBc9j5KKry8gw_A9nvcreiLkZw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="636" data-original-width="774" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjYMqL5gtss0WITgm2jeZcKMsDHCVz8e7jxsL2lC2FXxNs9FueFiCtZf9BA4wLSr6CItynr-6OrwS8vgdfFCBKOXMYh76xWgnSU2_3AmexltiBLye3ABhpLyAVdP_xJcFlTGq-ShcZSsIwsjc8Eo1WKppaHGItkytCueBc9j5KKry8gw_A9nvcreiLkZw" width="292" /></a></div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Patrick tries to get Darcy to remove her bracelets, but SHE stops him. Sadly, SHE isn't able to get control of Patrick completely due to a Trojan Horse like spell Janice has hidden inside Patrick which incapacitates Darcy. When Patrick confronts Janice about being sent into a dangerous situation without knowing, Janice school him yet again. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgzbL8UXRCXZ0tW8LTEa2dYarrUlDQE1unCDOezw7Zq5DxpI5Xj46CH7uSv3qKTyPrq3yhT_A1Wr1b7M0VlIkNbtSilrya008pZbUAcs60JnIXp5hUuADqNqC-y5LgRsHPIGPXp3L4nvlkjIGMwAIlESDzmqMCfbp75z2nFnm-8o4E-BRWwUHpERmItUw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="646" data-original-width="786" height="526" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgzbL8UXRCXZ0tW8LTEa2dYarrUlDQE1unCDOezw7Zq5DxpI5Xj46CH7uSv3qKTyPrq3yhT_A1Wr1b7M0VlIkNbtSilrya008pZbUAcs60JnIXp5hUuADqNqC-y5LgRsHPIGPXp3L4nvlkjIGMwAIlESDzmqMCfbp75z2nFnm-8o4E-BRWwUHpERmItUw=w640-h526" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The women of The House realize that there's someone with dark magic coming after them, but they can't see who it is. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhB8Qz98OhKxWj97xlDfs1bY1qGGdJh5klCg9CiJ-oUwpi6rjziiivVaE97VMjLwj9MaAAbs-vksEh-9Q5loPOzZc08udrqRqGO3zObgIt92vT_SgJrujRaZz4EJ2mr1_fPQagmzkclnTO6uvnwnfDLLjAqXFPDnrCtOyeWNu2paLcCXlmQ7a5MfLlIFA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="653" data-original-width="831" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhB8Qz98OhKxWj97xlDfs1bY1qGGdJh5klCg9CiJ-oUwpi6rjziiivVaE97VMjLwj9MaAAbs-vksEh-9Q5loPOzZc08udrqRqGO3zObgIt92vT_SgJrujRaZz4EJ2mr1_fPQagmzkclnTO6uvnwnfDLLjAqXFPDnrCtOyeWNu2paLcCXlmQ7a5MfLlIFA" width="305" /></a></div><br /><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We meet a new employee of Min and Shane's gym. Former body builder Nora Olson. June Chow isn't happy that she didn't get the Manager spot. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEinzzV3lUyWmr9ukjf5Gq4CtljpbgmVhzEVj9bZYd8E_7xUH25SqY0eu34D7wZSL0KdHB-O1g_tA_9BmYW_x_7T4_480Q5BDcHOpAEGLqOPSiOlD4B7vPlfrGZEA0_ds5wLNrozZtpKFTfxWT1ieSZ4LvVB1hU6hFuY2nO6txIecAZYILwv4QniBzLyEQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="859" data-original-width="803" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEinzzV3lUyWmr9ukjf5Gq4CtljpbgmVhzEVj9bZYd8E_7xUH25SqY0eu34D7wZSL0KdHB-O1g_tA_9BmYW_x_7T4_480Q5BDcHOpAEGLqOPSiOlD4B7vPlfrGZEA0_ds5wLNrozZtpKFTfxWT1ieSZ4LvVB1hU6hFuY2nO6txIecAZYILwv4QniBzLyEQ" width="224" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div>Lizzie tries her hand at the paranormal side of the Moore Estate again with better results, calming the spirit of the woman the Moore Estate was originally built for in 1924 - Asaunta Goodman, who calms and becomes less angry when Lizzie acknowledges that the Moore Estate was originally "Asaunta’s Fantasia" built for her by her loving husband. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><b>Read more about that here:</b><a href="https://onesixgo.blogspot.com/2022/10/history-of-moore-estate-part-one-ground.html">https://onesixgo.blogspot.com/2022/10/history-of-moore-estate-part-one-ground.html</a><p></p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEitIlowIv7DMxjnJ6np-Icas95kq-oQcwIXaxSKxnk07RQl0LxNxUV7V0IoDf696RYh9ByveYZl7POtkivH2n04MY1L9ubMvkYI9JIrmI-Sx_Bc7GtdSOSlDRMQIWPjkQuw72gjhI8doY5cQZSPxXhNY8t0mXvncVJwTsTSUfxnKW-2RjY9V5kWQ0yQjQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="874" data-original-width="793" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEitIlowIv7DMxjnJ6np-Icas95kq-oQcwIXaxSKxnk07RQl0LxNxUV7V0IoDf696RYh9ByveYZl7POtkivH2n04MY1L9ubMvkYI9JIrmI-Sx_Bc7GtdSOSlDRMQIWPjkQuw72gjhI8doY5cQZSPxXhNY8t0mXvncVJwTsTSUfxnKW-2RjY9V5kWQ0yQjQ=w363-h400" width="363" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p>A happy and healthy Zoe returns to the story (...sporting a new <a href="https://www.aliexpress.us/item/3256804109998590.html?gatewayAdapt=glo2usa4itemAdapt" target="_blank">WorldBox jointed body AT202</a> ). She has a new doctor, new medications for her condition, and is eating right and very happy. The women of The House are happy to welcome her back and say that they are there for Zoe when she needs them. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhrDSuDOHfcbwt-sIfX6TSmiqOjO-y5R3YbscSQFmHElNeZR1keQCIKP651LGeRUyLOutkxkeiIf-KSjIPDhPawib-LqDiHWg4n_7JUkOdRLVLgRDLqRq7YTvbzyyBYDZFL0Fg9ADG93lJJrASAUqPTi6viTyFMN5euQqa7hUVZ4T_AdB8Q7WtfXS59hg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="872" data-original-width="786" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhrDSuDOHfcbwt-sIfX6TSmiqOjO-y5R3YbscSQFmHElNeZR1keQCIKP651LGeRUyLOutkxkeiIf-KSjIPDhPawib-LqDiHWg4n_7JUkOdRLVLgRDLqRq7YTvbzyyBYDZFL0Fg9ADG93lJJrASAUqPTi6viTyFMN5euQqa7hUVZ4T_AdB8Q7WtfXS59hg=w360-h400" width="360" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiGcAok6kSrDyboTcvWnGiPFe5Qt7B11-aQMNz7pLzryiEwgMtEFmblrt87GzS6AHv9Unepf4LKRxB6BxbZzqCQWlZqv8DPfTqPjzVS6PG1sqyusHzq78UdYQMqc6SYDaaHr9581R_fFY2Cm3FpaVL9S81X2xc95FZLmA6oZV5SvLNc-lXolAUJKu-p6w" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="639" data-original-width="824" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiGcAok6kSrDyboTcvWnGiPFe5Qt7B11-aQMNz7pLzryiEwgMtEFmblrt87GzS6AHv9Unepf4LKRxB6BxbZzqCQWlZqv8DPfTqPjzVS6PG1sqyusHzq78UdYQMqc6SYDaaHr9581R_fFY2Cm3FpaVL9S81X2xc95FZLmA6oZV5SvLNc-lXolAUJKu-p6w" width="309" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><p></p><p>Zampa takes in some sunshine and thinks about her situation in the world. She talks to Olivia about trying to contact her parents, but not being able to - static for the parents on the phone and letters that were set coming back blackened and unread. Olivia tells her that she thinks Zampa is between two worlds and is tethered to the Moore Estate and the area around it, not able to be in the world beyond it. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEioMe4LjhmcJMAwmxcBpNQ6o8NaVmo5-6Vrzy7xEryEUujaxSxMXwokgShQGnNmDV_2418TMwKH2F-iwEYhf3heAtcavzM-oRVS74wqV2o5u34xHjupjiNTb5O7pqQMb-7-xGGhWE1RnWX9NgYkjDWDZjkwhzx-5IR0RD9eWkHfauvu1dWQQqjbP07jww" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="803" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEioMe4LjhmcJMAwmxcBpNQ6o8NaVmo5-6Vrzy7xEryEUujaxSxMXwokgShQGnNmDV_2418TMwKH2F-iwEYhf3heAtcavzM-oRVS74wqV2o5u34xHjupjiNTb5O7pqQMb-7-xGGhWE1RnWX9NgYkjDWDZjkwhzx-5IR0RD9eWkHfauvu1dWQQqjbP07jww" width="301" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj-45UO48AGPNKWM4jIfzf8xa8MzrVhG59xU5mZvEhv0AXe_yEcGnjwMxqN3IDnjGMtcnung2DlntuTikZVA8yR5YhQClwXphBWZ90LFfXjfIeoebeUAF0Puvo_QZ5c1WKUComWhQT-nA5CIr8D7j8NkUGBinJ2VdGJfeIzl4jVaj0kJZmkYUIeo_v8FA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="604" data-original-width="838" height="231" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj-45UO48AGPNKWM4jIfzf8xa8MzrVhG59xU5mZvEhv0AXe_yEcGnjwMxqN3IDnjGMtcnung2DlntuTikZVA8yR5YhQClwXphBWZ90LFfXjfIeoebeUAF0Puvo_QZ5c1WKUComWhQT-nA5CIr8D7j8NkUGBinJ2VdGJfeIzl4jVaj0kJZmkYUIeo_v8FA" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgEbCjouNliUrcUp1z_4guQFX2dFeVZhd_KJbXSX2Yj1XUO77Nya6HWRPYZENl60t2jg-ZW27R8bYsTZoHDWWHI5ZqaVBdAarm_ltbphQgm-0YjNiBTZ3Op0maE3vECGISc1CmyKkVPqBzB5Kkh-IPN708tAUVDQUkwOhF9UyuROhPZmTQ9D9QPoxcUQQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="650" data-original-width="775" height="537" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgEbCjouNliUrcUp1z_4guQFX2dFeVZhd_KJbXSX2Yj1XUO77Nya6HWRPYZENl60t2jg-ZW27R8bYsTZoHDWWHI5ZqaVBdAarm_ltbphQgm-0YjNiBTZ3Op0maE3vECGISc1CmyKkVPqBzB5Kkh-IPN708tAUVDQUkwOhF9UyuROhPZmTQ9D9QPoxcUQQ=w640-h537" width="640" /></a></div></div><br /><br /><p></p><p>Zampa, Grazia, and Micha get out of the Moore Estate for a while, but run into Patrick at CUPPA. Micha feels his darkness and they leave, but he confronts them outside, drawn to Grazia and her red hair that reminds him of Scarlett - the target of his stalking that landed him in prison. Zampa turns him away, but is shocked to find that none of them have a memory of the person and her phone didn't take a proper photo of him either. </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>malcoJOJOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12362522805988503279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8386728540021864055.post-33773286938127919272023-05-22T12:19:00.005-07:002023-05-22T12:26:11.178-07:00Weekly Recap Blob - April 16th through April 30th<p> I'm SO FAR BEHIND I'm going to do a quick, high level update because it's too many weeks behind at this point! heheheheh</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj6nMURxg41Zve-MvhT64h18fso3gPUEANh2EAb9tdYD-qbO64mYPwrfciJuCWABBG-qhwzYACxkSn06ZtUZsgQzfe_yWNemBrRzqbzs8NhRg70IcrNtlWzks88pvL9TlVO6hoTEtrLG5sCyJD86Kb0KwXChuuS73rrn8F-MfhGmybor_zCn1a5wz2NGA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="667" data-original-width="894" height="478" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj6nMURxg41Zve-MvhT64h18fso3gPUEANh2EAb9tdYD-qbO64mYPwrfciJuCWABBG-qhwzYACxkSn06ZtUZsgQzfe_yWNemBrRzqbzs8NhRg70IcrNtlWzks88pvL9TlVO6hoTEtrLG5sCyJD86Kb0KwXChuuS73rrn8F-MfhGmybor_zCn1a5wz2NGA=w640-h478" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p> Janice hits Alison with a spell to make her loose interest in the investigation. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgv5faQ3ny30phDvcomsJsXAWsQNjLXtCEmU19s2zdgm8H-OIj50qavknPdtVd1JxngdC001QPsVskg2hO_85oIKSF7ewlFVbzpYavF_mhz6r9_jy_OwU5jbAmCf01UlRvScdMmUTRBeMyHpB7gEadujJlxWoWarkA9c-pOYI9Kk1RMEty26GyqUgUrWQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /><img alt="" data-original-height="677" data-original-width="877" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgv5faQ3ny30phDvcomsJsXAWsQNjLXtCEmU19s2zdgm8H-OIj50qavknPdtVd1JxngdC001QPsVskg2hO_85oIKSF7ewlFVbzpYavF_mhz6r9_jy_OwU5jbAmCf01UlRvScdMmUTRBeMyHpB7gEadujJlxWoWarkA9c-pOYI9Kk1RMEty26GyqUgUrWQ" width="311" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjHBtcZdm-f2gTffrWxZc-NQUx4fxOQ4uLzmnzj7Dwi_iIb00AtBHgHylakthm_oXiUUvAnR-K-ZMrI3ows9mkrOPs3Y6xqV6WbItODeNcubyQVXr8C_3f8dxnjHC27FPXzygKIC7nKNk-WG1_IsMTV6i7MXzqkbDPRvCrtEns3Nr3wIH4PZwgDPvg0Kw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="476" data-original-width="779" height="196" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjHBtcZdm-f2gTffrWxZc-NQUx4fxOQ4uLzmnzj7Dwi_iIb00AtBHgHylakthm_oXiUUvAnR-K-ZMrI3ows9mkrOPs3Y6xqV6WbItODeNcubyQVXr8C_3f8dxnjHC27FPXzygKIC7nKNk-WG1_IsMTV6i7MXzqkbDPRvCrtEns3Nr3wIH4PZwgDPvg0Kw" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p>Angel comes back from her trip away, stopping by San Ravelo on the way to pay for damages she caused in a bar fight. She runs into the spirits of Bernie Logan and Thomasina Patton - two people of color killed on the estate grounds in 1927. They tell her they will not be moved and Angel tells them Olivia will protect them.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhFAxbvIFMFJ12hoLw4qhZ9OZPrLR99QxUDepPOnOSi3pAnhb7pHgErvcVE0u9tjQPcCLvRvPohJlL0uMD1MH0xmptJyYa5_bHm2BdQK6Xd74d3oi4iT-ThnhD67YFhWX0tgBsEaoeWpjkUrIcWlhwFMZ0KcMc8Tb8XJ-pLognACkZPi1701jYYlzIV9Q" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="858" data-original-width="881" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhFAxbvIFMFJ12hoLw4qhZ9OZPrLR99QxUDepPOnOSi3pAnhb7pHgErvcVE0u9tjQPcCLvRvPohJlL0uMD1MH0xmptJyYa5_bHm2BdQK6Xd74d3oi4iT-ThnhD67YFhWX0tgBsEaoeWpjkUrIcWlhwFMZ0KcMc8Tb8XJ-pLognACkZPi1701jYYlzIV9Q" width="246" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p>Darcy confirms that the neighbor is lovely to his wife...and has zero interest in other women now. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgSLzaxpGHj5sXkNVkGaRMIb8gGQQpEusN85azD2B2JZlZK4rW7iJPAEs2nV-knbQX0gaCje9bmyRgYgBlbC7DFMqQ-JRkQuRynUrYO7z6vdWqV0FvQSfGpKaCsnQgyn-OGRHqTCtFd0IRNTMV-sJNCepkM1F7cWSQXGFUpDHO_X6BGTRFF-zliP-FpXw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="665" data-original-width="887" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgSLzaxpGHj5sXkNVkGaRMIb8gGQQpEusN85azD2B2JZlZK4rW7iJPAEs2nV-knbQX0gaCje9bmyRgYgBlbC7DFMqQ-JRkQuRynUrYO7z6vdWqV0FvQSfGpKaCsnQgyn-OGRHqTCtFd0IRNTMV-sJNCepkM1F7cWSQXGFUpDHO_X6BGTRFF-zliP-FpXw=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjQpIVitxwsxpdVA5agt1E3XALsqJxdmlBJk0mL-2GVbNwD_p8IKUXXxFTaE_bMpLKWppbaK2Ckw01-xh_xDvwWJEb61wDONcy71HKtBwzKXyfmOaAmRgvrzD6_zjFr0iQtrrDfjzglliFZWOtE-Gj2J3CJJJ3rLtCla969w92Qq3U-S9VWA18dw9B21w" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="510" data-original-width="864" height="378" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjQpIVitxwsxpdVA5agt1E3XALsqJxdmlBJk0mL-2GVbNwD_p8IKUXXxFTaE_bMpLKWppbaK2Ckw01-xh_xDvwWJEb61wDONcy71HKtBwzKXyfmOaAmRgvrzD6_zjFr0iQtrrDfjzglliFZWOtE-Gj2J3CJJJ3rLtCla969w92Qq3U-S9VWA18dw9B21w=w640-h378" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgVh9JKT_AIA9GAxIfEJtW9Bfofki9G1xibnrX5KUN8aZRSAroJ4KZRVOkPtOuz-16bkmuHQDU9OTt-LQVnjsX_yBHIi9HC74qx6UuGfbg4VmUz0f903hu6fSFh9wyB6a8fOzxCRosqq2wmNtWWG2bt3XhDJiEjwKZcgO0JP4-6ojPNm_sRstDCTUPyAw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="627" data-original-width="834" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgVh9JKT_AIA9GAxIfEJtW9Bfofki9G1xibnrX5KUN8aZRSAroJ4KZRVOkPtOuz-16bkmuHQDU9OTt-LQVnjsX_yBHIi9HC74qx6UuGfbg4VmUz0f903hu6fSFh9wyB6a8fOzxCRosqq2wmNtWWG2bt3XhDJiEjwKZcgO0JP4-6ojPNm_sRstDCTUPyAw" width="319" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><p></p><p>Cindy reaches out to Kado with her crystal ball - worried about his safety. Unfortunately, he's right in the middle of a complex spirit event and is put at risk. He manages to save Hiroto's sister....but may have not been able to close the demon gate that unfriendly spirits are gaining access to this world from. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh1dVJl2CPvxnYKVyAk0e8LE2_QR3QJpx28vJgBfasaCmUlqDSNdhkkHklHt0V31s-OqXB8iB12ZYLfxPzN9uBUFpjakv_mlbp_zMDGJdrcK4YpO60b96d0Z_t9yQv3SMkVrUaRT0-rGdDqYr6p0IwQAs1VFBckZzdmlSIXtTp-om7OWjXHJVKRySbmMw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="617" data-original-width="762" height="519" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh1dVJl2CPvxnYKVyAk0e8LE2_QR3QJpx28vJgBfasaCmUlqDSNdhkkHklHt0V31s-OqXB8iB12ZYLfxPzN9uBUFpjakv_mlbp_zMDGJdrcK4YpO60b96d0Z_t9yQv3SMkVrUaRT0-rGdDqYr6p0IwQAs1VFBckZzdmlSIXtTp-om7OWjXHJVKRySbmMw=w640-h519" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p>Heather gets a psychic flash of Patrick's prison escape, but Janice's NOWHERE SPELL makes her forget all about it shortly after. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhpqHOf0dn-XN3dOHgX93eGW2x2Sl-OhD0-3qGxTF9p4uV614zHLROL2h_DvePkwiMjCCsBHkgJXIRjBLyJHwO6ptvfLaoIgx8JOsMg5C-397nkJWgORGsX9lq9WKUeSgVt8fEkj6Y4hnGvwzh7XUZq0Q_oKgZSuRAQ2EPb3cGZR8-1tADJ7g_8z1GVUA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="845" data-original-width="788" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhpqHOf0dn-XN3dOHgX93eGW2x2Sl-OhD0-3qGxTF9p4uV614zHLROL2h_DvePkwiMjCCsBHkgJXIRjBLyJHwO6ptvfLaoIgx8JOsMg5C-397nkJWgORGsX9lq9WKUeSgVt8fEkj6Y4hnGvwzh7XUZq0Q_oKgZSuRAQ2EPb3cGZR8-1tADJ7g_8z1GVUA" width="224" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p>Chelsea meets up with Wren....but why?</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgPR3K9TWF78GNciZb34eUKs4bl84j9VT6OQVgnaKCnUbq5vJhteBhcqZhbiFu6bnbPTnXYtbljKSMq-8sljTnJqXlALudiJ9MQA4yrZi1EhCUVlqJ6ISymxQFaM1Jq7ngI7lOSDsfqI-bIH7n-bRctMgHF18-WVktaBKmpIDCrlNcHbqcD_DsP_hkrng" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="649" data-original-width="823" height="316" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgPR3K9TWF78GNciZb34eUKs4bl84j9VT6OQVgnaKCnUbq5vJhteBhcqZhbiFu6bnbPTnXYtbljKSMq-8sljTnJqXlALudiJ9MQA4yrZi1EhCUVlqJ6ISymxQFaM1Jq7ngI7lOSDsfqI-bIH7n-bRctMgHF18-WVktaBKmpIDCrlNcHbqcD_DsP_hkrng=w400-h316" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjWTWefJ2L8bN-2eK9M9QQieWgCZj21Wo2FYInkllWuS7bR1NIsCP5WhPWZ6geHHUcqHqsxpl9faM1MTrsac1mt0mSq5TjLHXmR3-qopTwiSjnxUlmowCpIKgoTKKu9F-rl2ja09DpK764dP0mxW9CW3gYR4d10nUnwi6T733_HK0uET_kNMDrY5-jeRA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="731" data-original-width="895" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjWTWefJ2L8bN-2eK9M9QQieWgCZj21Wo2FYInkllWuS7bR1NIsCP5WhPWZ6geHHUcqHqsxpl9faM1MTrsac1mt0mSq5TjLHXmR3-qopTwiSjnxUlmowCpIKgoTKKu9F-rl2ja09DpK764dP0mxW9CW3gYR4d10nUnwi6T733_HK0uET_kNMDrY5-jeRA" width="294" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p>Janice keeps catching Patrick behaving badly and finally reminds him who is in charge. Patrick tries to leave, but is hit with a terrible, crippling pain when he tries to do so. </p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjy1f8GKOGXMtuxzEkfBE8MAV4kCKiDnVp8fWZ2DpOonZwb1nfr1-UqHMdXbU59j3TzsYVUgCgKf9QWAittzB_nfkhd1vH4-B7RDV7R--Y7dtLA5WiY7QeKu_lrDRq6gwwc3eOdGq8RJtEgVTTHXsYNb24kX7V1I_xyh7PuBAsT6lURZpceyyE2ByHdNA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="867" data-original-width="894" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjy1f8GKOGXMtuxzEkfBE8MAV4kCKiDnVp8fWZ2DpOonZwb1nfr1-UqHMdXbU59j3TzsYVUgCgKf9QWAittzB_nfkhd1vH4-B7RDV7R--Y7dtLA5WiY7QeKu_lrDRq6gwwc3eOdGq8RJtEgVTTHXsYNb24kX7V1I_xyh7PuBAsT6lURZpceyyE2ByHdNA" width="247" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p>• Claire spring shot</p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEigkL8aze_BBSi91vfJPjPseliiw6s9hLuzp-7x9JLteKQiG1UbSmfZSjmXoa1C3Dh0v7fgmoAFWzBQH4y4TEsRtNNcuVd7Hjegj7s5MEmSzdg0z-_f0w9nRNk4yXZIyoxO96olKA-KC7yDu0hLYfAfJJ08gx_qon04hh7LFDj0PAFIeYJrlR5evy_0ng" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="792" data-original-width="839" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEigkL8aze_BBSi91vfJPjPseliiw6s9hLuzp-7x9JLteKQiG1UbSmfZSjmXoa1C3Dh0v7fgmoAFWzBQH4y4TEsRtNNcuVd7Hjegj7s5MEmSzdg0z-_f0w9nRNk4yXZIyoxO96olKA-KC7yDu0hLYfAfJJ08gx_qon04hh7LFDj0PAFIeYJrlR5evy_0ng" width="254" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiiddLJ0ply9CpGUJZQ-ytz8UpZnLE6wbCk01CYkRlGyg535pfoZ3TsLNX7gg2E73WdbIle6nYezXTATdMEwwUqTgBxpNej2sIL9hagK-3T7ZORuWW7LsiAz9bCXWgeA0Q7xpnSrECu93Jytl3gPLb5THBF4XcxWexZaXBmiQ_dcfH6_A_6Dhc-QnK5DA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="655" data-original-width="833" height="315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiiddLJ0ply9CpGUJZQ-ytz8UpZnLE6wbCk01CYkRlGyg535pfoZ3TsLNX7gg2E73WdbIle6nYezXTATdMEwwUqTgBxpNej2sIL9hagK-3T7ZORuWW7LsiAz9bCXWgeA0Q7xpnSrECu93Jytl3gPLb5THBF4XcxWexZaXBmiQ_dcfH6_A_6Dhc-QnK5DA=w400-h315" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p>Kado returns and he and Cindy have some alone time....to Darcy's chagrin. </p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiuvFI3KIe_uGpEMTJ07B9vp6QOS-4pRsuwdDqSQJbGCdtAvZiem2gSj_NfAEnxRWdmaV1d7DlKGTy4BBtd4griTfxSBpH5ROl_UeyPbCMc9u3HraArA5QAUrt54hUMYR7NqIopUcsdCIsc4V8c0QzsUWuVlVS1Ls9xdsprJI-1TX-2W89h9OlbiCcEmg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="862" data-original-width="791" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiuvFI3KIe_uGpEMTJ07B9vp6QOS-4pRsuwdDqSQJbGCdtAvZiem2gSj_NfAEnxRWdmaV1d7DlKGTy4BBtd4griTfxSBpH5ROl_UeyPbCMc9u3HraArA5QAUrt54hUMYR7NqIopUcsdCIsc4V8c0QzsUWuVlVS1Ls9xdsprJI-1TX-2W89h9OlbiCcEmg" width="220" /></a></div><br /><br />JAPAN STORY:<p></p><p>Hiroto's sister Masami feels like she's a screw up. She has a nightmare vision of Hiroto's head saying not to worry, they'll clean up her mess. </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjdZtiK7CYw90qX3-C_F3QagHVjp1UCpqEXyb-nhxmGsNIQgwBO1S_1GDE0OmWt9MUVyYxmcgxGJ3rwPsqKbLLv5GdkzEOyOUKF25uUQoVZF-L8ipVMAUXerS4HH-ookG_oIQrxCGiBOCDWzB2xqik71j7YqDQRJNeo-qFCAzE42s0CdLEfrKAW4VCDcQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="667" data-original-width="860" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjdZtiK7CYw90qX3-C_F3QagHVjp1UCpqEXyb-nhxmGsNIQgwBO1S_1GDE0OmWt9MUVyYxmcgxGJ3rwPsqKbLLv5GdkzEOyOUKF25uUQoVZF-L8ipVMAUXerS4HH-ookG_oIQrxCGiBOCDWzB2xqik71j7YqDQRJNeo-qFCAzE42s0CdLEfrKAW4VCDcQ" width="309" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiOf-yf6VJD6ESCBKcFZlh26Exdt_8gZHtNlNaB_SmZGZqa5Px4PKpf3ZCwBcUffC-kDaoEWNB-4iPkPFm2HmwDVXQfbtdb0N5g-6qup_vtF4A0gOW9OautKHAR0_0ceYnJqKmCwFPC9B2iusDr6C4XcacT3g7xXxW-xKGq2LPrxgMMeTVw0m_HbtU4Pg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="669" data-original-width="845" height="317" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiOf-yf6VJD6ESCBKcFZlh26Exdt_8gZHtNlNaB_SmZGZqa5Px4PKpf3ZCwBcUffC-kDaoEWNB-4iPkPFm2HmwDVXQfbtdb0N5g-6qup_vtF4A0gOW9OautKHAR0_0ceYnJqKmCwFPC9B2iusDr6C4XcacT3g7xXxW-xKGq2LPrxgMMeTVw0m_HbtU4Pg=w400-h317" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><p></p><p>Mikey presents Cindy with a very special tribute - a potion from renowned potion maker Marcus Cabbott. Like others recently, she too pledges her loyalty to Cindy. </p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg8fkDQfh09APUibK3oZGisKfx45qsaeT1nxF2FJsJAj7v1CmEZui5T0S_ZOR8Sm4U-KYP0SBinbp8SO0agGP2BJ12kejNCatSoHi-ziB7TrYgl_iq17XPGjofPfGWL6sWuPL6tpcwecG6XHc4ZTq8hd6C2tTyGDoEBdqdSdQyRt0B50Q7QrK7wnGAtRA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="863" data-original-width="812" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg8fkDQfh09APUibK3oZGisKfx45qsaeT1nxF2FJsJAj7v1CmEZui5T0S_ZOR8Sm4U-KYP0SBinbp8SO0agGP2BJ12kejNCatSoHi-ziB7TrYgl_iq17XPGjofPfGWL6sWuPL6tpcwecG6XHc4ZTq8hd6C2tTyGDoEBdqdSdQyRt0B50Q7QrK7wnGAtRA" width="226" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p>The paranormal activity at the Moore Estate continues to ramp up and Grazia is shocked in an upstairs hallway by an angry spirit. </p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgtOt1_dWHBCXm1ltf9tOv1B_zmdzg3cUA28fgCNQO8u0wmMDdQj_4YlZ6b-mfh0-W5gbaQBf2nbRG4zR1ldOw1zFeLwkrZvKIYJUbzSYm8FyDe9rGx1-H8BlM3A_DV9vZ-h_XKqFOSLayTnUNwngBLY_WPBIrboCEhIRso67bbhyzxAkk56fqGiwkDog" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="673" data-original-width="837" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgtOt1_dWHBCXm1ltf9tOv1B_zmdzg3cUA28fgCNQO8u0wmMDdQj_4YlZ6b-mfh0-W5gbaQBf2nbRG4zR1ldOw1zFeLwkrZvKIYJUbzSYm8FyDe9rGx1-H8BlM3A_DV9vZ-h_XKqFOSLayTnUNwngBLY_WPBIrboCEhIRso67bbhyzxAkk56fqGiwkDog" width="298" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p>Mark confronts Alison about her seeming not to care about the case anymore. </p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhUKF1_4vJTgwqWmRwb03azws5m5ALP4zdnfENyg1U2rlgBLfk1XBPvnV5z3oxWaZ33iVVZSwSk2O1edqDOemhFGHX1gD-GodGnxNPa-iE9LrAmayUzHeWZlOBtqrjRZ3Q-w1d5MUfeo7G3DSX9rNwmknsdIfGivSasGnJbjMDgBgcG2bdUemQJk5ISqw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="667" data-original-width="804" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhUKF1_4vJTgwqWmRwb03azws5m5ALP4zdnfENyg1U2rlgBLfk1XBPvnV5z3oxWaZ33iVVZSwSk2O1edqDOemhFGHX1gD-GodGnxNPa-iE9LrAmayUzHeWZlOBtqrjRZ3Q-w1d5MUfeo7G3DSX9rNwmknsdIfGivSasGnJbjMDgBgcG2bdUemQJk5ISqw" width="289" /></a></div><br />Martine is confronted by Olivia about going rogue with her Wren plan earlier, but will allow Wren back into the fold...at a distance for now. <p></p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhJOchfdYWLMUU4ABzrl4G8vMVGfFtfnGTvUFnZGy6spX2ff0EVosrBo9DfvevFzRuVDNHvlagerOWUTi3MQ2hXm_YamxPwgKvupFI6qs28SuenGyI80Qt5ufCoHK5r-zFrhoQkA-bK98UJWnUuaZ1jNANDk7dNspXnPSd8JCVR8bGYJK4VJgencq73eg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="599" data-original-width="799" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhJOchfdYWLMUU4ABzrl4G8vMVGfFtfnGTvUFnZGy6spX2ff0EVosrBo9DfvevFzRuVDNHvlagerOWUTi3MQ2hXm_YamxPwgKvupFI6qs28SuenGyI80Qt5ufCoHK5r-zFrhoQkA-bK98UJWnUuaZ1jNANDk7dNspXnPSd8JCVR8bGYJK4VJgencq73eg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p>Micha is the latest to experience spirit activity at the Estate - a vision of a horse leaping through a window - an event that happened in 1926. </p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhoL0INloVCzG3sozH9B8yn1Gjiwsc_UvpHPV5KROUX1i1bVqwXO3jPrvZckV90k4mwmfURZAsJ-hQctrYcT0ethO5wVZshYHlz2WkMX6tmYZmwFNIOiIw8qCjaopSvfzUge_oNuy8CVn6Tm_jpKFjB-OrlWipF6w5L8jCzaMAaLJC01ALCH-FNtOG51A" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="848" data-original-width="811" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhoL0INloVCzG3sozH9B8yn1Gjiwsc_UvpHPV5KROUX1i1bVqwXO3jPrvZckV90k4mwmfURZAsJ-hQctrYcT0ethO5wVZshYHlz2WkMX6tmYZmwFNIOiIw8qCjaopSvfzUge_oNuy8CVn6Tm_jpKFjB-OrlWipF6w5L8jCzaMAaLJC01ALCH-FNtOG51A" width="230" /></a></div><br />Olivia sees the spirit of her dead Mother. The Mother tries to make Olivia feel guilty, but Olivia informs her that she has no regrets about the choice - her Mother was a monster that turned Olivia's own daughter against her and killed many innocent people for her own gains. <p></p><p>More on that story here: <a href="https://onesixgo.blogspot.com/2022/11/history-of-moore-estate-part-three.html">https://onesixgo.blogspot.com/2022/11/history-of-moore-estate-part-three.html</a></p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi6wGPVXqVfvfH8HPiAgwOTFnkcwmRsToy9t5LG3p7M2z-rDJpcsgJ9NhzE3Clt5JmG_HsU9VoY4ZHpXHWjrFVXIDHqH3C8JMX-o0-W-j8m_2dO5CoWdIuKbbloFRORlAW-fVGKw647tzeNsE59H_ZXWWmkOcbmwCQbmxeAcE0u3h979PB_3M8Cs4AbiQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="861" data-original-width="827" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi6wGPVXqVfvfH8HPiAgwOTFnkcwmRsToy9t5LG3p7M2z-rDJpcsgJ9NhzE3Clt5JmG_HsU9VoY4ZHpXHWjrFVXIDHqH3C8JMX-o0-W-j8m_2dO5CoWdIuKbbloFRORlAW-fVGKw647tzeNsE59H_ZXWWmkOcbmwCQbmxeAcE0u3h979PB_3M8Cs4AbiQ=w308-h320" width="308" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjBoEobxJdr3IFOdkQE7pDWJsCOcHJc6NCvwaAGuleap6v7UrZEUd3eappNogw_jNxPYXyKE7ueKGOaB8udbjdKoWHcf515D_2h-zu1IQR2P0IFujkxAYKG4VwEpCmuFJfPSKsflnMspf8zHnq14mn2WjjeaCvmb6-y_BTs7t44bEgxyiNPlkKth67NjQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="663" data-original-width="799" height="332" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjBoEobxJdr3IFOdkQE7pDWJsCOcHJc6NCvwaAGuleap6v7UrZEUd3eappNogw_jNxPYXyKE7ueKGOaB8udbjdKoWHcf515D_2h-zu1IQR2P0IFujkxAYKG4VwEpCmuFJfPSKsflnMspf8zHnq14mn2WjjeaCvmb6-y_BTs7t44bEgxyiNPlkKth67NjQ=w400-h332" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p>Cindy explores flying on the broom she got as a gift! The power needed to do it drains her and she takes the potion she got from Mikey to repair her stressed body. It works flawlessly....but has it fixed her body enough to have a child now?</p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjOoCUyeBr35rRaImKzCtC_XwVTV0-vJZ1j2tNlr-QYgwN0ZyE4DgZeY-lETWd6mUpFXAV-APqK8W8dOP25IJOMCKIoLcVhexkuUzVylHBYXDXA7mVEcKI53fWx7YmVW03Vt7ovxxkuBI0beKrzgZ_OpWSg1dzwIXKqIXpj2IZxlsmyCxyBAyTc-HWG0A" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="857" data-original-width="779" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjOoCUyeBr35rRaImKzCtC_XwVTV0-vJZ1j2tNlr-QYgwN0ZyE4DgZeY-lETWd6mUpFXAV-APqK8W8dOP25IJOMCKIoLcVhexkuUzVylHBYXDXA7mVEcKI53fWx7YmVW03Vt7ovxxkuBI0beKrzgZ_OpWSg1dzwIXKqIXpj2IZxlsmyCxyBAyTc-HWG0A" width="218" /></a></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj03N3f3sFx6pUlhJvp2DMJeRN85Q5u6WguXkiV3QAWEIlsfnwqv2cIlkKt6un2A3kR90Sr-d52ouwYr920tqbmJbRmtRoz-jrcbiWsQhVz8IaMc-Xbe4cjGddUFss2fU0WYlv11Q77WxsMQgNxVBiqIcF3fPjX0ZSVQQsbpwFBktNpJ2885vsfZRFvhQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="616" data-original-width="806" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj03N3f3sFx6pUlhJvp2DMJeRN85Q5u6WguXkiV3QAWEIlsfnwqv2cIlkKt6un2A3kR90Sr-d52ouwYr920tqbmJbRmtRoz-jrcbiWsQhVz8IaMc-Xbe4cjGddUFss2fU0WYlv11Q77WxsMQgNxVBiqIcF3fPjX0ZSVQQsbpwFBktNpJ2885vsfZRFvhQ" width="314" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><br />Tanner confronts Angel about doing dirty crime jobs and tells her she should discipline the two guys who failed to hide a body Angel paid them to dispose of properly. <p></p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEijqYCOhNpxBYO2XdJm65KfwzaZdTRVlLECb5iZVdujwJWJyWugQRiM5vVIVN4zrfSbqfYDCVm-BQy44EaApaDBHRtdZ94KkWg30yqpxRU2rcJ-Er4jel5MoFurY9ytolwQT7Ypo5pbp0E2xSIprMhuIIKEaI-xwowvt1fwrDcQNO72VDYSWgOK-IUa3w" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="668" data-original-width="847" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEijqYCOhNpxBYO2XdJm65KfwzaZdTRVlLECb5iZVdujwJWJyWugQRiM5vVIVN4zrfSbqfYDCVm-BQy44EaApaDBHRtdZ94KkWg30yqpxRU2rcJ-Er4jel5MoFurY9ytolwQT7Ypo5pbp0E2xSIprMhuIIKEaI-xwowvt1fwrDcQNO72VDYSWgOK-IUa3w" width="304" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p>Mark tells Darcy that Alison is actually an under cover officer and asks her to see what's going on with her by using her powers. She says she will, but doesn't want any more secrets like this between them. </p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi9j5JR5B4eVtIEz44HTqiMXeABgWIQzWiap4ebDwnecC18PuwZ2Ki9fyJTrjoxGwlpnivsVsJM2jQjfdQJDMQCkox937_p2JgpAPjqN2Br-o0ottEW04BjPNM0oRyeu_pKYbB7U1ptGg8d-7bCF2ubd4kqYOI43hMuOIImAf5NgYy5B34VZJ9c_IlOJA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="831" data-original-width="887" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi9j5JR5B4eVtIEz44HTqiMXeABgWIQzWiap4ebDwnecC18PuwZ2Ki9fyJTrjoxGwlpnivsVsJM2jQjfdQJDMQCkox937_p2JgpAPjqN2Br-o0ottEW04BjPNM0oRyeu_pKYbB7U1ptGg8d-7bCF2ubd4kqYOI43hMuOIImAf5NgYy5B34VZJ9c_IlOJA" width="256" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjzwG09fpjpg9a7v9YRwScbzJ5mfBd1IUrjof3FZytNHvpOUa09p0vw_qlsjQLlFSy3dZ13H8GlcpW8nULpzl1T3p7an3_oVB7XvhJ78Xg-8zVLbkbfwfOfgKWhcTS12YF7LGkQvPMs1C6-NMHJNb2QDCUsyuW_Ekk2ShWiEHgmLmuLzShMOMtKgCIoLA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="612" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjzwG09fpjpg9a7v9YRwScbzJ5mfBd1IUrjof3FZytNHvpOUa09p0vw_qlsjQLlFSy3dZ13H8GlcpW8nULpzl1T3p7an3_oVB7XvhJ78Xg-8zVLbkbfwfOfgKWhcTS12YF7LGkQvPMs1C6-NMHJNb2QDCUsyuW_Ekk2ShWiEHgmLmuLzShMOMtKgCIoLA" width="314" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Olivia keeps an eye on Micha thinking she's getting a bit too close to Kado. She suggests going off with to stay with Martine at the Safe House and away from the strong psychic energies...and Kado...would be best. </div><br /><br /><p></p>malcoJOJOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12362522805988503279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8386728540021864055.post-14900872425751155882023-05-09T12:30:00.011-07:002023-05-10T16:26:32.459-07:00Weekly Recap - April 9th 2023 Week<p>Weekly Recap - April 9th 2023 Week</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRbW4GC_EUq8Pz453HJ6ae3zL0VI04CPRkKaNfqxzCFuaX-FkcYp67H5MnQWvqS_6Vvmx4w8_IzJeMm2SEnnP9ae2kEXP_W13l_F5_gfXljFLtGisAE9-LLkRSBEzL7gGTLjszswsdp_SGxx9XPt2t1onZIrJxF190WwqU7zYkpE7uC0aY6K9VrdMlQw/s784/Screenshot%202023-05-09%20at%2012.00.09%20PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="675" data-original-width="784" height="276" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRbW4GC_EUq8Pz453HJ6ae3zL0VI04CPRkKaNfqxzCFuaX-FkcYp67H5MnQWvqS_6Vvmx4w8_IzJeMm2SEnnP9ae2kEXP_W13l_F5_gfXljFLtGisAE9-LLkRSBEzL7gGTLjszswsdp_SGxx9XPt2t1onZIrJxF190WwqU7zYkpE7uC0aY6K9VrdMlQw/s320/Screenshot%202023-05-09%20at%2012.00.09%20PM.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzIfFO9egQkA0bN36qVS701Kpzwu_88flpsqLL9AR6EGQ38tbhyZp1JpFtXt0RpYG304CfzvGi9RUFr4kYUFeYUaDjTKJLsAG65pmKOvZFuvyV2oJJ9k03zb8mGNt5zCv2ke4M-kZQSV_dDMTEIxpQTt_t3YHYte2aiRgNTAW3QopaiC3UTh0Uj9E5YQ/s776/Screenshot%202023-05-09%20at%2012.01.03%20PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="650" data-original-width="776" height="335" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzIfFO9egQkA0bN36qVS701Kpzwu_88flpsqLL9AR6EGQ38tbhyZp1JpFtXt0RpYG304CfzvGi9RUFr4kYUFeYUaDjTKJLsAG65pmKOvZFuvyV2oJJ9k03zb8mGNt5zCv2ke4M-kZQSV_dDMTEIxpQTt_t3YHYte2aiRgNTAW3QopaiC3UTh0Uj9E5YQ/w400-h335/Screenshot%202023-05-09%20at%2012.01.03%20PM.png" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><p>Janice is already annoyed with Patrick's petulant nature as he questions her about her plans and police. "Do you think I'm an idiot, Patrick?" She informs him that she's arranged for a body to be found and that he's now dead in the eyes of the law. </p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDINFy2TLE1gvWbLE08urrZ8ndEmPXDGSubBCSZNAwtbKa_CXShMetNR2rOOozAv1gfhTKoL-qdQEmZvR_9wmtP8v16OsS1pX8KT14LQ5u9NUqaXQZW4C8hxKuFln_bsLGh3VOpINVtYOkGcz-32-891zRVWBLIxONQeFzshlze-reWi-K1rORIgHy7g/s757/Screenshot%202023-05-09%20at%2012.02.21%20PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="757" data-original-width="755" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDINFy2TLE1gvWbLE08urrZ8ndEmPXDGSubBCSZNAwtbKa_CXShMetNR2rOOozAv1gfhTKoL-qdQEmZvR_9wmtP8v16OsS1pX8KT14LQ5u9NUqaXQZW4C8hxKuFln_bsLGh3VOpINVtYOkGcz-32-891zRVWBLIxONQeFzshlze-reWi-K1rORIgHy7g/s320/Screenshot%202023-05-09%20at%2012.02.21%20PM.png" width="319" /></a></p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p>Mette informs her Coven that Olivia is amazing and that Cindy will protect them all. </p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKHll6gNZ2HvoLY23Cui1CjXYblK8Uuj-DUs1ttB8ldCSbzNHyb-uj8g9icdYJ2_PY6_Tj_9INX2jdAmzGJASy6FolxvlfURa7E1b_aFDxtmydE2m3jQLxlrF-_cbOqjmVzB964Y-awlFyambeClgqRIp46DnJNVzdu1G32qqVlotExmbYvGwKpR5ajQ/s774/Screenshot%202023-05-09%20at%2012.03.19%20PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="543" data-original-width="774" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKHll6gNZ2HvoLY23Cui1CjXYblK8Uuj-DUs1ttB8ldCSbzNHyb-uj8g9icdYJ2_PY6_Tj_9INX2jdAmzGJASy6FolxvlfURa7E1b_aFDxtmydE2m3jQLxlrF-_cbOqjmVzB964Y-awlFyambeClgqRIp46DnJNVzdu1G32qqVlotExmbYvGwKpR5ajQ/s320/Screenshot%202023-05-09%20at%2012.03.19%20PM.png" width="320" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh02t8kgjtGPCAYYHD9ieiddukGnnegeM_wF15M5Ytemeav32Vn8YnxjjvQIh_glgWNrwnAjXE5zWp4401vZstW8y6StymtRgnMAMrez6XXaoyaqa1Qn9o-bewSaZEz66YwI0h84Qr_Vqia1gQe0olIRyNrbJQNmHS70LL-zOds-H4dA1FQ93XaxrZMog/s742/Screenshot%202023-05-09%20at%2012.06.23%20PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="580" data-original-width="742" height="500" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh02t8kgjtGPCAYYHD9ieiddukGnnegeM_wF15M5Ytemeav32Vn8YnxjjvQIh_glgWNrwnAjXE5zWp4401vZstW8y6StymtRgnMAMrez6XXaoyaqa1Qn9o-bewSaZEz66YwI0h84Qr_Vqia1gQe0olIRyNrbJQNmHS70LL-zOds-H4dA1FQ93XaxrZMog/w640-h500/Screenshot%202023-05-09%20at%2012.06.23%20PM.png" width="640" /></a></p><p>Angel requests a few days off. She takes the jeep and heads out into the wild for a while. </p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju1SX4K9cnkavqdd_BX7iOLyMLbx7xBMS5ZYKGWBpEnOCgAI9PLh8VtNUPDhZTcFpbff4YcDtFsR8ZlmDz6HxEMdkU-lwW4tfKM_BHYDLmudsfUbyd5IrUZVSkolCxZXHUA583t1eXpEfju0L0MnDSxvBdfSne7RZi7rvNBxkHvT6xvPv6GCRMrCLoPA/s743/Screenshot%202023-05-09%20at%2012.04.07%20PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="604" data-original-width="743" height="260" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju1SX4K9cnkavqdd_BX7iOLyMLbx7xBMS5ZYKGWBpEnOCgAI9PLh8VtNUPDhZTcFpbff4YcDtFsR8ZlmDz6HxEMdkU-lwW4tfKM_BHYDLmudsfUbyd5IrUZVSkolCxZXHUA583t1eXpEfju0L0MnDSxvBdfSne7RZi7rvNBxkHvT6xvPv6GCRMrCLoPA/s320/Screenshot%202023-05-09%20at%2012.04.07%20PM.png" width="320" /></a></p><p>Cindy wonders about the visit with Mette and why she never followed through with locking Wren's blood gifts up in the safe in the basement. </p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9SvHOzp1mNie7-E5noIVM0qXMY6R7q8080sQ0kZsIg-3izF_Js0tSecnzk_LM0k3fOnkjRVPxs49bhmHFkTPPaPmFkZjVfmSnKp32lHCzVMNF84bBLGtR23cCaHHedootiDoHsZyvOs33c-Fgti0UOpPxfRY_wk2iVmcb61JUyi6FlOV1sCDW3p5MAQ/s819/Screenshot%202023-05-09%20at%2012.05.08%20PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="819" data-original-width="784" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9SvHOzp1mNie7-E5noIVM0qXMY6R7q8080sQ0kZsIg-3izF_Js0tSecnzk_LM0k3fOnkjRVPxs49bhmHFkTPPaPmFkZjVfmSnKp32lHCzVMNF84bBLGtR23cCaHHedootiDoHsZyvOs33c-Fgti0UOpPxfRY_wk2iVmcb61JUyi6FlOV1sCDW3p5MAQ/s320/Screenshot%202023-05-09%20at%2012.05.08%20PM.png" width="306" /></a></p><p>Sophie says hello to Alison as she makes the rounds of the apartments she manages. She wonders if Alison is doing some special modeling to pay for the apartment she's living in. </p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJSgrKGJD07_xfnEQjw7anJeOVpjD9LIo2OqTLJz87bv4bMPmU7PvNbYidL2EKimwPi5ZuTGuU98nNLpshbaqGHTmdAJEke_51Xei5B4cx2RfYilheG9r92lj6BNTeS-GKWX-aMXcG6ckgbII6X9t3BjJKiXroKhaXw1Qc_LsFSLnVK1wxa-K_efNOhg/s823/Screenshot%202023-05-09%20at%2012.07.44%20PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="734" data-original-width="823" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJSgrKGJD07_xfnEQjw7anJeOVpjD9LIo2OqTLJz87bv4bMPmU7PvNbYidL2EKimwPi5ZuTGuU98nNLpshbaqGHTmdAJEke_51Xei5B4cx2RfYilheG9r92lj6BNTeS-GKWX-aMXcG6ckgbII6X9t3BjJKiXroKhaXw1Qc_LsFSLnVK1wxa-K_efNOhg/s320/Screenshot%202023-05-09%20at%2012.07.44%20PM.png" width="320" /></a></p><p>• I scored some cheap patio furniture from THE DOLLAR STORE. </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilXsJ53pyujeed7qXTz6wPS9EdbHL193VaY9v-UDYqmle0DP20lXt7VzZ1Td39T5NZHXA6DmrVMAJBmWrtFd0pCFf0i9zcclu6Xt_S910Z7u9V847xFxOdp_9lW1PWV93JUzdbEbhI62yLeX5UwHjNW2KLN78c418RxUvA4yIzk7pCw_nfoiS8tu4_Rw/s822/Screenshot%202023-05-09%20at%2012.08.23%20PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="822" data-original-width="754" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilXsJ53pyujeed7qXTz6wPS9EdbHL193VaY9v-UDYqmle0DP20lXt7VzZ1Td39T5NZHXA6DmrVMAJBmWrtFd0pCFf0i9zcclu6Xt_S910Z7u9V847xFxOdp_9lW1PWV93JUzdbEbhI62yLeX5UwHjNW2KLN78c418RxUvA4yIzk7pCw_nfoiS8tu4_Rw/s320/Screenshot%202023-05-09%20at%2012.08.23%20PM.png" width="294" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOxIM6OESNeQnDwJiamFZPebulveY8drpEw0KLWwAPbFKoF9w44YOoQN1lmh5q4rmFSQUrsyuv19Vy8MGH1DqyRsg0GqzWKPJoBTc0s1up8Wkf2s5tw7iZlojJkCE14GGfdsgy-INAV7Dxx5k7ufMNMaSkkyJ3DcpaxyBDZtbpqRAj_5ZscuYAr6ywlg/s804/Screenshot%202023-05-09%20at%2012.08.56%20PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="766" data-original-width="804" height="305" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOxIM6OESNeQnDwJiamFZPebulveY8drpEw0KLWwAPbFKoF9w44YOoQN1lmh5q4rmFSQUrsyuv19Vy8MGH1DqyRsg0GqzWKPJoBTc0s1up8Wkf2s5tw7iZlojJkCE14GGfdsgy-INAV7Dxx5k7ufMNMaSkkyJ3DcpaxyBDZtbpqRAj_5ZscuYAr6ywlg/s320/Screenshot%202023-05-09%20at%2012.08.56%20PM.png" width="320" /></a></p><p>Vanda confirms that the drawing Cindy made is her Aunt's villa. Cindy lets her know that they are witches and Vanda tells her that her Aunt had similar charms and abilities and that Chelsea Bruni was responsible for her death. She also lets her know that if this is the person Cindy is looking for and if she sees her first, Vanda will kill her without question for what she did to her Aunt. The strength of her words chills Cindy. </p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtS5DOvEe1EVzDFwTg3nIYA7TkTvqnLcHnLyB0Bd1otPW-TCXO7fG-h4OX5Iqm0YOZTTTuPbGbi8xf8aEAQuOXXyKFva1AIOpV7_lyUNoEvBMpbTEVodvqgUzMTE-YhWLo88gWYM27EJnAMdWGCi1z7CWfPiqzEzGeaAVDSy3G82faizkUG1NTZVsHyQ/s786/Screenshot%202023-05-09%20at%2012.11.22%20PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="555" data-original-width="786" height="452" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtS5DOvEe1EVzDFwTg3nIYA7TkTvqnLcHnLyB0Bd1otPW-TCXO7fG-h4OX5Iqm0YOZTTTuPbGbi8xf8aEAQuOXXyKFva1AIOpV7_lyUNoEvBMpbTEVodvqgUzMTE-YhWLo88gWYM27EJnAMdWGCi1z7CWfPiqzEzGeaAVDSy3G82faizkUG1NTZVsHyQ/w640-h452/Screenshot%202023-05-09%20at%2012.11.22%20PM.png" width="640" /></a></p><p>Claire and Darcy sunbathe and Claire is informed that the neighbor is watching from their cat Kat. Darcy summons her alter ego HER and makes the neighbor VERY sorry he spied on them again. She makes him do horrid things to himself and puts a suggestion that he only has eyes for his wife into his head. </p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0GXTwUaA6oloV5GoD3A2quK-_XLWpmbO85kFhKRU3aMHkIWunQSEp_wAjf2asoau0J3W1WurwjonYTsCBmDdOB_KTwc64UEUrrrzg2X63FkyTzlrhD8Tfj2mnJDXK-pAB_esVp4AXBnBKxeszNwlkENBIG9zKSmjL6BNnwL2gGX40F-hMmoPtJCfGXQ/s814/Screenshot%202023-05-09%20at%2012.13.44%20PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="814" data-original-width="735" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0GXTwUaA6oloV5GoD3A2quK-_XLWpmbO85kFhKRU3aMHkIWunQSEp_wAjf2asoau0J3W1WurwjonYTsCBmDdOB_KTwc64UEUrrrzg2X63FkyTzlrhD8Tfj2mnJDXK-pAB_esVp4AXBnBKxeszNwlkENBIG9zKSmjL6BNnwL2gGX40F-hMmoPtJCfGXQ/s320/Screenshot%202023-05-09%20at%2012.13.44%20PM.png" width="289" /></a></p><p>Claire confronts Darcy about the extreme nature of what she's done to the neighbor. Darcy says, "I'm just sick of people being sh!tty. We warned him...talked to him...even humiliated him so that he wouldn't leer at us. Yet he did it again." She looks over her shoulder. "Does he do it to other women? Teen girls? He won't do it anymore."</p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr3lViZ4l65VFW6FCCUSn44tSOZG2P8pmFbwI3KLbEtJ8ryXLajblHI0z7-4XIoHzEOzODVcZfNfhKDfmFvOsraZe0BOYQ7y-2Ta456yH5MPII6TMR62rh1EgzYZOc4T7lHvGbNaMb_8PZl1g7kVv2PPnx5HxX0AcpnvxV8MzgSnfEaV9BIEDr9X3IMw/s751/Screenshot%202023-05-09%20at%2012.15.17%20PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="593" data-original-width="751" height="253" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr3lViZ4l65VFW6FCCUSn44tSOZG2P8pmFbwI3KLbEtJ8ryXLajblHI0z7-4XIoHzEOzODVcZfNfhKDfmFvOsraZe0BOYQ7y-2Ta456yH5MPII6TMR62rh1EgzYZOc4T7lHvGbNaMb_8PZl1g7kVv2PPnx5HxX0AcpnvxV8MzgSnfEaV9BIEDr9X3IMw/s320/Screenshot%202023-05-09%20at%2012.15.17%20PM.png" width="320" /></a></p><p>Claire goes to Cindy with the news about what Darcy has done, giving her a graphic blow by blow of what happened. Cindy fears that SHE is getting hold of Darcy again. </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLHasuVKddCzwF5gHpsMo9bxVqSfBBX5nDydW8EJpqDHryXjz7xToc9xLmKFn9zuWkRYUA9dE2F4DF31_wGvjr5nvcJtQ7LfPR3vjhXKQU4JXo4wTBG-YdylRD_13LhfwtGbcuHWKVl5CfzhtYyAlwRUnD0H8xN6GCvJvRoVJ4fUobAFNBUTdqmO9f9w/s742/Screenshot%202023-05-09%20at%2012.16.22%20PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="596" data-original-width="742" height="257" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLHasuVKddCzwF5gHpsMo9bxVqSfBBX5nDydW8EJpqDHryXjz7xToc9xLmKFn9zuWkRYUA9dE2F4DF31_wGvjr5nvcJtQ7LfPR3vjhXKQU4JXo4wTBG-YdylRD_13LhfwtGbcuHWKVl5CfzhtYyAlwRUnD0H8xN6GCvJvRoVJ4fUobAFNBUTdqmO9f9w/s320/Screenshot%202023-05-09%20at%2012.16.22%20PM.png" width="320" /></a></p><p>Vanda goes to Gavin at the Moore Estate and tells him to keep an eye out for Chelsea Bruni.</p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhESTM5ZnbBq0-wz46QAoOKVrvyirxzUVCDsXYxPFnHaGtlvJdW79e58TfoBBDIA7-ZFRdPyvIiFQ_QSiZlEFsHW72yMiAMHqVR5gDUxCoKfPOOsy95UBu7kWBcj9iJHDkBihsQlN9dTG8C0mibPHAr53SttP2PX-AGDn7GiVbMDsL3VxTHKzft9CpW4Q/s733/Screenshot%202023-05-09%20at%2012.17.47%20PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="592" data-original-width="733" height="258" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhESTM5ZnbBq0-wz46QAoOKVrvyirxzUVCDsXYxPFnHaGtlvJdW79e58TfoBBDIA7-ZFRdPyvIiFQ_QSiZlEFsHW72yMiAMHqVR5gDUxCoKfPOOsy95UBu7kWBcj9iJHDkBihsQlN9dTG8C0mibPHAr53SttP2PX-AGDn7GiVbMDsL3VxTHKzft9CpW4Q/s320/Screenshot%202023-05-09%20at%2012.17.47%20PM.png" width="320" /></a></p><p>In Japan, Kado ignores another call from Cindy. But why?</p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNmplTU_f8y6NYsI5vTmA2WzY1t_HHNKDaYUltXk7PwXYHlCYlwI8CaL27iMdI7WEsHaW4Ig2Y_oHt6GBoYSC7VG9pQopU9SUxRgT1HlJD91AbNvPnRMI0SoXh48R22P5XXgjnpJyEl8n7ZQd01iAx6f2tsWLU6nVqWdwz3oEdzlcPFixiLU3GlbdInQ/s755/Screenshot%202023-05-09%20at%2012.18.49%20PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="583" data-original-width="755" height="247" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNmplTU_f8y6NYsI5vTmA2WzY1t_HHNKDaYUltXk7PwXYHlCYlwI8CaL27iMdI7WEsHaW4Ig2Y_oHt6GBoYSC7VG9pQopU9SUxRgT1HlJD91AbNvPnRMI0SoXh48R22P5XXgjnpJyEl8n7ZQd01iAx6f2tsWLU6nVqWdwz3oEdzlcPFixiLU3GlbdInQ/s320/Screenshot%202023-05-09%20at%2012.18.49%20PM.png" width="320" /></a></p><p>Patrick enjoys his new freedom, but the woman at CUPPA don't enjoy his leering. (Creative crossover with <a href="https://www.instagram.com/bellasdollstory/">https://www.instagram.com/bellasdollstory/</a>. )</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWCC-fzTGb09pQPqcC8c-fNyEMx8YDScPNzFIEnbbC645ay23r3yz_noMtSxkCJURKZxJE4yJqkhpFeD6yQG-S3hnXL2CyTNU7Z5JI-lkQt2uf8O0E3PXW6I81kPjG3fc3YFm5u-nqKVbCRQDC9RAZnAOqhzATJaDEXsuGfFBIpuNO0LKNlFcEz_xsTg/s810/Screenshot%202023-05-09%20at%2012.20.16%20PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="781" data-original-width="810" height="309" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWCC-fzTGb09pQPqcC8c-fNyEMx8YDScPNzFIEnbbC645ay23r3yz_noMtSxkCJURKZxJE4yJqkhpFeD6yQG-S3hnXL2CyTNU7Z5JI-lkQt2uf8O0E3PXW6I81kPjG3fc3YFm5u-nqKVbCRQDC9RAZnAOqhzATJaDEXsuGfFBIpuNO0LKNlFcEz_xsTg/s320/Screenshot%202023-05-09%20at%2012.20.16%20PM.png" width="320" /></a></p><p>Cindy worries about why Kado is ignoring her calls. </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR2w7wUXQBfoIEO38SLPUXqxKPx-IYT0FAbxDR3UofsYCwdagsO87qQMT913tX0F2XIisUkLTsbSEn3WVuxTiHwnAVETXX0ZDXmZSliaus1H_2YDhPFFuJAdmJzG_l6DVY8ejy5xF2djgXH5PdDVS5jD4XgLSZz5c1pfBKmG3D5MAUhZBvb8c_VuNgMQ/s817/Screenshot%202023-05-09%20at%2012.20.50%20PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="780" data-original-width="817" height="306" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR2w7wUXQBfoIEO38SLPUXqxKPx-IYT0FAbxDR3UofsYCwdagsO87qQMT913tX0F2XIisUkLTsbSEn3WVuxTiHwnAVETXX0ZDXmZSliaus1H_2YDhPFFuJAdmJzG_l6DVY8ejy5xF2djgXH5PdDVS5jD4XgLSZz5c1pfBKmG3D5MAUhZBvb8c_VuNgMQ/s320/Screenshot%202023-05-09%20at%2012.20.50%20PM.png" width="320" /></a></p><p>Mark finds another body. He worries that it's his undercover agent Alison, but is reminded about the "Magic Body" that disappeared from a previous crime scene. </p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9aMzQu1YSqPmxDL_djh5RI8_zGohFUz4YsCDEd-5XTt2LfUY7bKhqwKYtQqwKBSCI9IBxi0IrNOm37ZOyxTXoTOmE7hmNmDeD7AxswuPZT2Eygv8C0t3nVpQ_vSfBoXaBLcYNXdvS0zU8CdzUMuHH9RLYKdQab309cDuggEhmL5T3pkbf5GsdLaUVUA/s647/Screenshot%202023-05-09%20at%2012.21.07%20PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="583" data-original-width="647" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9aMzQu1YSqPmxDL_djh5RI8_zGohFUz4YsCDEd-5XTt2LfUY7bKhqwKYtQqwKBSCI9IBxi0IrNOm37ZOyxTXoTOmE7hmNmDeD7AxswuPZT2Eygv8C0t3nVpQ_vSfBoXaBLcYNXdvS0zU8CdzUMuHH9RLYKdQab309cDuggEhmL5T3pkbf5GsdLaUVUA/s320/Screenshot%202023-05-09%20at%2012.21.07%20PM.png" width="320" /></a></p><p>Janice finds Alison and returns her purse. Alison takes it, but remembers that she never took the purse out of the house. </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>malcoJOJOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12362522805988503279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8386728540021864055.post-25340594818289557862023-05-09T11:59:00.006-07:002023-05-09T11:59:25.886-07:00Weekly Recap - April 2nd 2023 Week<p>Weekly Recap - April 2nd 2023 Week</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgbtXyt-2M4KSYaSC-3cjfvU1n15To2HB9rvKo8NMirZIaTkagjxbC6s0kgCz5Viv8IkOse-C5rrrIjl5uQiBZrAiMAwbiz1GaKW-CYPwrQKG-k0jntOXD7Bgsd9Fj9RZbN1nxYANneqMbnjwY-9EHbU13FQ6bPKOD_4AyFA3GQH89hoAFfOqd5s7tRFA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="714" data-original-width="769" height="372" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgbtXyt-2M4KSYaSC-3cjfvU1n15To2HB9rvKo8NMirZIaTkagjxbC6s0kgCz5Viv8IkOse-C5rrrIjl5uQiBZrAiMAwbiz1GaKW-CYPwrQKG-k0jntOXD7Bgsd9Fj9RZbN1nxYANneqMbnjwY-9EHbU13FQ6bPKOD_4AyFA3GQH89hoAFfOqd5s7tRFA=w400-h372" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p>Why did The Demon and Poe meet?! </p><p><br /></p><p><br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhV1Pdt2duBi_0ot2HaCzkDvjinrEvopC_tHEHgdlSmw-f3ZxOrLOdSe7hS9v_vfIqePBKzfOHHfU8L9jx7d09EBH0BXhJ9ohk9tHYKdUxrADIS1YXSW7snonVDYaK1uJCu-wVi-uwgaFRHYT3IZadTIn5VApTlBRYrHHCPctWrKQnF32GxqLAGRjtPWw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="609" data-original-width="737" height="331" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhV1Pdt2duBi_0ot2HaCzkDvjinrEvopC_tHEHgdlSmw-f3ZxOrLOdSe7hS9v_vfIqePBKzfOHHfU8L9jx7d09EBH0BXhJ9ohk9tHYKdUxrADIS1YXSW7snonVDYaK1uJCu-wVi-uwgaFRHYT3IZadTIn5VApTlBRYrHHCPctWrKQnF32GxqLAGRjtPWw=w400-h331" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0000ee;"><u><br /></u></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEigOeUrs6Nt_dVOiF9-uNnEXIzWuvhIRdMLv1ENypMBt-s7b_K1HTkA-ERxuvbancs-OWh0L4PFUTl4RA2MXo71HgaeDXhMrmJMAUJ-e2xpcjSjwBUvAC0W0zldr2fmwpOzkT7qpZXM-cCoyRv1vZpBq3DU8qtVBMhffKGVcHXE5GymA-YVrn3ASq-cmA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="707" data-original-width="738" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEigOeUrs6Nt_dVOiF9-uNnEXIzWuvhIRdMLv1ENypMBt-s7b_K1HTkA-ERxuvbancs-OWh0L4PFUTl4RA2MXo71HgaeDXhMrmJMAUJ-e2xpcjSjwBUvAC0W0zldr2fmwpOzkT7qpZXM-cCoyRv1vZpBq3DU8qtVBMhffKGVcHXE5GymA-YVrn3ASq-cmA" width="251" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjLodJg_4qMpX8zsZVhPkD6hiqjZugb3BoxdduSRkRZhKFUnHomQryejSAixIS2y5uiR9o0IPz2oakdR-mpP1HcaZR0GNrxeFZ8acBCwHzdgfvivhLGcM2WPG_lg6LpCr7bbk3jmtpKBXjfZkmaCGkLB6ayT_2P8XhtD3NDNvHffFa3O_lCQVHzUDO4Yg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="678" data-original-width="758" height="573" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjLodJg_4qMpX8zsZVhPkD6hiqjZugb3BoxdduSRkRZhKFUnHomQryejSAixIS2y5uiR9o0IPz2oakdR-mpP1HcaZR0GNrxeFZ8acBCwHzdgfvivhLGcM2WPG_lg6LpCr7bbk3jmtpKBXjfZkmaCGkLB6ayT_2P8XhtD3NDNvHffFa3O_lCQVHzUDO4Yg=w640-h573" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>Mikey visits San Francisco on a mission to find an illusive potions maker. She visits an old friend who would know...and she's not happy about it. She eventually tracks down the secret shop and calls in a few favors, asking master potions maker Marcus Cabbott to make something special for Cindy.</p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEggA9qTir-nbH2YF0E6MqqQ95asdvbCDgcaMxLUXEB6iEybejxkmGUHwG1jmOdoAfU5R2GMKZAF1fraC6whSLkKappomHZ0WJoQ54kAjmzFt03VUcR_hvS43ts14ujtHD-o7jbqx8pRBbYC0VKQzGpnTjSMjYopuKpw1B_qZB6S0yCPYnizw0GG6ORexg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="759" data-original-width="806" height="602" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEggA9qTir-nbH2YF0E6MqqQ95asdvbCDgcaMxLUXEB6iEybejxkmGUHwG1jmOdoAfU5R2GMKZAF1fraC6whSLkKappomHZ0WJoQ54kAjmzFt03VUcR_hvS43ts14ujtHD-o7jbqx8pRBbYC0VKQzGpnTjSMjYopuKpw1B_qZB6S0yCPYnizw0GG6ORexg=w640-h602" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p>Claire Bear spends some time among the flowers. Spring is in the air. </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiSHLEbfUSiGWd94HfL3AalKnPO8yHC5QCU5U8OUckxxQvCVVyeCUBBj_3e30PtHg2_jMDUe_ob93x9-ZqrrZ1MYR1m9vnvBFwNaITNSxVnUMuANgx4ncjr9AAXErGPpYxSu36qNHIBMsFsWEwsosW4rYbQoxTkBT7nCnOpqRpXWYwIxRjYd7G_4sR2rQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="809" height="370" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiSHLEbfUSiGWd94HfL3AalKnPO8yHC5QCU5U8OUckxxQvCVVyeCUBBj_3e30PtHg2_jMDUe_ob93x9-ZqrrZ1MYR1m9vnvBFwNaITNSxVnUMuANgx4ncjr9AAXErGPpYxSu36qNHIBMsFsWEwsosW4rYbQoxTkBT7nCnOpqRpXWYwIxRjYd7G_4sR2rQ=w640-h370" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p>The Demon's right hand man Jepthah works his magic and breaks Patrick out of prison in a fiery escape. </p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhuSvkAX891lzs26P4PWn87syRtgjO9Y2gHHXMWQ6ZhaqlLMZ6WC-4AyDKlFq8XcaTAOn4GqEa2JzJmGeIM3NuahLwtBWnRhSCB8QSdwStYaqgT3COk8sDUH89kfqz7_g5amr4lU-HK3ROJV7n1vfxdGKLGzWhXFwqdnsJukvavWL-pFQZFkz76-6knOw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="596" data-original-width="755" height="316" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhuSvkAX891lzs26P4PWn87syRtgjO9Y2gHHXMWQ6ZhaqlLMZ6WC-4AyDKlFq8XcaTAOn4GqEa2JzJmGeIM3NuahLwtBWnRhSCB8QSdwStYaqgT3COk8sDUH89kfqz7_g5amr4lU-HK3ROJV7n1vfxdGKLGzWhXFwqdnsJukvavWL-pFQZFkz76-6knOw=w400-h316" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhaNqYM3afCNVf4hvGG9AubvqBWBdJxYvH-T_fCYxy2MRo2lGNKoHrc1zpoByV2kG3ow6O_-LxYD2qR-jfCu4QH5XuW9k9MoqyDgAmBQBm5ZB_AhzNPJsPq_8SHdt1vnA4NW7iJppdjtpHxQdE8qunqrR3qL7a6urmOmlR7hn_-XGqVv3cpOXrfJCTxCA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="536" data-original-width="740" height="232" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhaNqYM3afCNVf4hvGG9AubvqBWBdJxYvH-T_fCYxy2MRo2lGNKoHrc1zpoByV2kG3ow6O_-LxYD2qR-jfCu4QH5XuW9k9MoqyDgAmBQBm5ZB_AhzNPJsPq_8SHdt1vnA4NW7iJppdjtpHxQdE8qunqrR3qL7a6urmOmlR7hn_-XGqVv3cpOXrfJCTxCA" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p>Tanner gets an adjustment from Olivia, then the two of them discuss the increased paranormal activity in the Manor. Running the Manor's magical machinery to rid it of ghosts again is discussed, but Grazia seems to think they are ok. Olivia informs her that more and more will come and that they can sometimes...get out of hand. </p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh2rZT6doxAaTTKibUM59XCuHFd-gDlVkqIjWOx7jLay4LK2W0i8lu25F_a9FUYsXdgqBIYkd56Lu2wB2LHSOOIjVb80J4cRjmHqdYzia990IEm7Z_Ts1x1x-NwjK18v1RY8hWpMLoMy_Z8DNV5MEv9PoNlAOv_oSHzfGpMArc9hvECzT2BL_Q6NSbqgQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="801" data-original-width="735" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh2rZT6doxAaTTKibUM59XCuHFd-gDlVkqIjWOx7jLay4LK2W0i8lu25F_a9FUYsXdgqBIYkd56Lu2wB2LHSOOIjVb80J4cRjmHqdYzia990IEm7Z_Ts1x1x-NwjK18v1RY8hWpMLoMy_Z8DNV5MEv9PoNlAOv_oSHzfGpMArc9hvECzT2BL_Q6NSbqgQ=w367-h400" width="367" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p>Happy to be free from prison, Patrick heads directly to the spot he was told to meet Janice in. He makes the mistake of assuming he is in charge of how fast their relationship goes. Janice informs him of just how things are going to go, then works a spell to make sure no one recognizes him in the future. He also realizes that he may be best friends with an insane woman now.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjlUyESXGlwmQp3kPxiWU-AIwI2SORVuEy_qdHN8bQmj7ZWfxmA_Kv4QCGTOcbqtRQyK2Tr5w7FahEy4adP__PEAnfZY_jkvWlvFGFEgVlnS7CECIaPtU_3m-ssyta6IulhmJUFPF6nUm6sR5WnhlbspPEo6E-lHnrggyveVNHCCDlxpkJtU9V8G78qwQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="580" data-original-width="731" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjlUyESXGlwmQp3kPxiWU-AIwI2SORVuEy_qdHN8bQmj7ZWfxmA_Kv4QCGTOcbqtRQyK2Tr5w7FahEy4adP__PEAnfZY_jkvWlvFGFEgVlnS7CECIaPtU_3m-ssyta6IulhmJUFPF6nUm6sR5WnhlbspPEo6E-lHnrggyveVNHCCDlxpkJtU9V8G78qwQ" width="302" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p>Mette and Martine discuss Olivia. Martine assures Mette that Olivia knows what she's doing and will protect them, but Mette asks "for how long?"</p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiC7ATK3vhv-x8s4i8QLCuihLAu_p9GxByGQhWIWq557DG6bj59GpWwONMcVZU9Qe10-VsZeBcEsgaeZEGGXc1Ad7zRzEDxBadbiMaKEZBv5xpwV-BpII6Mlwbww-pUnDIORegoqyaA58tMcSbVvq_dT4_3l2jPdOwwJdC3hYVnHZHLICkdZ8ATDKFHnQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="561" data-original-width="722" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiC7ATK3vhv-x8s4i8QLCuihLAu_p9GxByGQhWIWq557DG6bj59GpWwONMcVZU9Qe10-VsZeBcEsgaeZEGGXc1Ad7zRzEDxBadbiMaKEZBv5xpwV-BpII6Mlwbww-pUnDIORegoqyaA58tMcSbVvq_dT4_3l2jPdOwwJdC3hYVnHZHLICkdZ8ATDKFHnQ" width="309" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p>Mette heads back home after saying her goodbyes. Olivia hopes that the visit is a sign of a bright future for the two Covens. </p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEggv26AvOWPO0d0wMMAbBM_2D6IeoqrsV-5uytcrufe-nbO6GqeM-d_gDAkWJeVm5nCbz5se0u93mN6-P17ik4cuvLUKf3dE7Z7n97sn0hAuUT49reFSObID7GgoQqE0B6Fr4Ak8DbUUB4kz2Oek1k-sCP0Skv9nxqJkA3ICTX_SOH5buUBEbg4674dvg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="618" data-original-width="711" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEggv26AvOWPO0d0wMMAbBM_2D6IeoqrsV-5uytcrufe-nbO6GqeM-d_gDAkWJeVm5nCbz5se0u93mN6-P17ik4cuvLUKf3dE7Z7n97sn0hAuUT49reFSObID7GgoQqE0B6Fr4Ak8DbUUB4kz2Oek1k-sCP0Skv9nxqJkA3ICTX_SOH5buUBEbg4674dvg" width="276" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p>Cor and Lizzie accidentally discover that their powers can be combined, not knowing how it actually happened. </p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgMdGauhvdVtWxHKx0tVisQzlnympfmM8rMZ3zD8hS6BshNEhLzHIZdW21pSgixANQuu2fcVv2qaQue1gt0dpZPPNCmA7b-gKEFSSVP0JnKrSfJ0uH62ThmkvTB09Zz2smEYVQaTW85xZlwU8dKDJSYu5L42kkKGgvYPaayQQSeTBxwxpP7GhQinqVMdw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="580" data-original-width="777" height="478" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgMdGauhvdVtWxHKx0tVisQzlnympfmM8rMZ3zD8hS6BshNEhLzHIZdW21pSgixANQuu2fcVv2qaQue1gt0dpZPPNCmA7b-gKEFSSVP0JnKrSfJ0uH62ThmkvTB09Zz2smEYVQaTW85xZlwU8dKDJSYu5L42kkKGgvYPaayQQSeTBxwxpP7GhQinqVMdw=w640-h478" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p>Mette and Tanner stop by to see Cindy and the others on the way out. Cindy gives Mette a tour, ending with her room. Mette sees the blood of the Blood Witches that was gifted to Cindy from Wren. Mette can feel Cindy's power over the blood - a major thing for her and her kind. Mette take the knee and pledges the allegiance of the Fantômes de Sang to her. Cindy is taken aback and doesn't know what to do. "We will....work together, my sister."</p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgD6tLFp5VBAAkBPSKuJW-2N2nZoA_oLxqoRMV9FEqi5dyvCy9lMZYe23k0uj2Rx2-65NtpfwUPec0l0b1vvhmZauNVLvounoBKZsPFgd2rK5u0iykUQY7E5vjw5AGUpdNtpwSUmtyBZp2WQHfeF2pTPg5B9eDz63OxCrF_akJX8bXGM8o94wa-Xnd9JA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="771" data-original-width="803" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgD6tLFp5VBAAkBPSKuJW-2N2nZoA_oLxqoRMV9FEqi5dyvCy9lMZYe23k0uj2Rx2-65NtpfwUPec0l0b1vvhmZauNVLvounoBKZsPFgd2rK5u0iykUQY7E5vjw5AGUpdNtpwSUmtyBZp2WQHfeF2pTPg5B9eDz63OxCrF_akJX8bXGM8o94wa-Xnd9JA" width="250" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p>The new girl working at the gym June makes Min a bit nutty with her constant talking, but Min and Shane hang in there with it because she's such a great worker. </p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="574" data-original-width="760" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiSYMI1qotD38VSt1rljmBX9J9ou3QqxLs-GLBHEFgHyC93b8_uBdmJwC9yk0Jld7GdeLHhDFtP7Gm3d6MJGGRX36uUTIUR0OYKedn8IzStLf4ylUVmafWNDTLIyarcR6am220OBhu-2TqupNambztwRAg2FDuJlkULvBSxFJxXJpMqQlJ3W01BH6PO2Q" width="318" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p>Tanya and her bunny costume get hired back at the toy shop next door to CUPPA...just in time for the summer heat. </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>malcoJOJOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12362522805988503279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8386728540021864055.post-44487527133148278402023-05-09T11:24:00.002-07:002023-05-09T11:24:13.731-07:00Weekly Recap - March 26th 2023 Week<p>Weekly Recap - March 26th 2023 Week</p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh5GKqzmt3OHl7tykKmu7g26dh_HIZfqz4OdKp6qFGtnOIWe4w_eumgXT2JKfmOvLwaqvZw8dNW0G7w5vSvy6fPX9tKoZainSYjrks9ocwj5Ht59EyRDy5-8ObkOlAJ1EOB0UNTb7qHo30_MudfAlXbTiGKGCvs7l-RbG3_9NCqUkFoCiwRNX458mupvg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="811" data-original-width="733" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh5GKqzmt3OHl7tykKmu7g26dh_HIZfqz4OdKp6qFGtnOIWe4w_eumgXT2JKfmOvLwaqvZw8dNW0G7w5vSvy6fPX9tKoZainSYjrks9ocwj5Ht59EyRDy5-8ObkOlAJ1EOB0UNTb7qHo30_MudfAlXbTiGKGCvs7l-RbG3_9NCqUkFoCiwRNX458mupvg" width="217" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p>Tanner and Micha have a wild and wonderful time together. Tanner says that Micha shouldn't get hung up on her and that it's just a fling. Micha laughs and tells Tanner not to get hung up on HER. A lovely friendship. </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiTN8yI3SEPyB48sYSlS5kzzCj9fcmyeBHwUhe_b1Po8bwdxVb3pB4OO2vwQG2K9lJLe6kRtLKVw9Df3Fehs87RbH35txLB-2bj5L3_Ly4e9AT_CDpfXxHpOzhZXNpKMMpZdX2LJ3KnWvpquKVOQ2bEqaCc2B0gz1WxZ2JirSIe_EdbzzBcSgOdnRVv7Q" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="586" data-original-width="779" height="301" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiTN8yI3SEPyB48sYSlS5kzzCj9fcmyeBHwUhe_b1Po8bwdxVb3pB4OO2vwQG2K9lJLe6kRtLKVw9Df3Fehs87RbH35txLB-2bj5L3_Ly4e9AT_CDpfXxHpOzhZXNpKMMpZdX2LJ3KnWvpquKVOQ2bEqaCc2B0gz1WxZ2JirSIe_EdbzzBcSgOdnRVv7Q=w400-h301" width="400" /></a></div><br />Claire, Cindy, and Darcy discuss what happened with the visiting Future Cindy. Darcy - a lover of science fiction, enjoys trying to figure out the time travel nature of the exchange. Cindy drew a detailed image of the Italian Villa she saw in the visions and they all agree that that may be the best way to start searching for this "New Player" in the Witch War. <p></p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhsIQhEnLds8G2G0-iDx3wjD3vMSjUdaV9Go8F2V2ck3QpbhdTsL3GlF42QCNZHuIcSwP5SHzeapVETFmM7bRFsVoVWhJOiwLlmYhd28xR2mKb2yZf20G3qzlv8j7_Kn_oqfaloRiLODOO-AuyNeOI9fmRcatmzRNNbDamURuvO9V3VQLswHoCHLXAKdA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="594" data-original-width="727" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhsIQhEnLds8G2G0-iDx3wjD3vMSjUdaV9Go8F2V2ck3QpbhdTsL3GlF42QCNZHuIcSwP5SHzeapVETFmM7bRFsVoVWhJOiwLlmYhd28xR2mKb2yZf20G3qzlv8j7_Kn_oqfaloRiLODOO-AuyNeOI9fmRcatmzRNNbDamURuvO9V3VQLswHoCHLXAKdA" width="294" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p>Cindy goes to Olivia and Tanner to talk to them about what happened with the visit of her Future Self. They confirm that it all must be very important to risk using such powerful magic. Olivia and Tanner come up with a plan to ask Vanda about the villa and to check out resources in Europe to see if they can find answers. </p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi4BbiAZRBvw3Xk4vnLPiOeYWywtUQgNNtTo9HDX7XWR6FeN11YPu5gh9UBXlKpuvDzQXUVmkpxjbRzacIO2839iMnEhgdl62jZRdDzoE-PR4RT4DbU8Oyi2TgqDajOEAIyTFO9vgVbUMIAwiAX1HpSk5zCUnNEHUQwn5eZkWRi_eO3BTZPa5BGHC-gKw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="590" data-original-width="739" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi4BbiAZRBvw3Xk4vnLPiOeYWywtUQgNNtTo9HDX7XWR6FeN11YPu5gh9UBXlKpuvDzQXUVmkpxjbRzacIO2839iMnEhgdl62jZRdDzoE-PR4RT4DbU8Oyi2TgqDajOEAIyTFO9vgVbUMIAwiAX1HpSk5zCUnNEHUQwn5eZkWRi_eO3BTZPa5BGHC-gKw" width="301" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p>Mikey and under cover detective Alison talk about the photo studio closing due to the recent murders of two of their models. Mikey asks Alison if she's talked to Heather about it seeing as she worked there too. </p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhG-NVHNivmkc8r0BVV3xCX8qU54eR6RIk3wiRiBvqpSkiQbqnjTYkzaV39EV1xSZi-c-ZCn3J30EHym8Thvp5X1_IQemO2NPNs6CbffYM6O3jBcTGGs1JIit_RcYFT9FjA_tihPrFAS6awKZmOICn1dwoGoj-AWMudin12fKu365fiucSUb_yeyTpKVQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="615" data-original-width="812" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhG-NVHNivmkc8r0BVV3xCX8qU54eR6RIk3wiRiBvqpSkiQbqnjTYkzaV39EV1xSZi-c-ZCn3J30EHym8Thvp5X1_IQemO2NPNs6CbffYM6O3jBcTGGs1JIit_RcYFT9FjA_tihPrFAS6awKZmOICn1dwoGoj-AWMudin12fKu365fiucSUb_yeyTpKVQ" width="317" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p>Grazia, Cor and Micha are asked about the villa, but Zampa is the one who knows where the Villa is - the villa of Daniele Villanueva in the investigation that cost Zampa her life. </p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjmIsnutCTCn5ev9H0PC6gApBib3ivorP2HWl0dpKTOZ0oIFXQUrkCPKTDJi-Q8glaMsb7Ej3uqWvUqGW-nrfixbDfwUzlemYr1Ymy3HT6LBrSvHvgUPXO8R1gABhts37BrYeNmwm_XpmUZg72jPOcCjfFOVrX_U6Ai8Dmuq9h71oJZV4rnGzP9NJcSGg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="580" data-original-width="750" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjmIsnutCTCn5ev9H0PC6gApBib3ivorP2HWl0dpKTOZ0oIFXQUrkCPKTDJi-Q8glaMsb7Ej3uqWvUqGW-nrfixbDfwUzlemYr1Ymy3HT6LBrSvHvgUPXO8R1gABhts37BrYeNmwm_XpmUZg72jPOcCjfFOVrX_U6Ai8Dmuq9h71oJZV4rnGzP9NJcSGg" width="310" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p>When Alison asks Heather about the studio and murders, Heather gets a vision of Alison on the police force and her real name being Officer Gabrielle Abbott. Alison is shocked that Heather blurted out her name Gabby and tries to play it off as an old nickname her grandma used to call her. </p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgsBzOiGj6N2JnnhqeAJhFa54xZcFiU6I8NBMHXeJ0aTbaaDZjoMgi-Yhmeo8D26kUyn1iY1RmUVaKmpmacoE8eqNIs0-OcGXQoZC99Bgzs_y1WE1EGtKgem6jRqItFL0iGjGOWOFQznSt5ITd1Huuv_JZm8GFYFCiPdCruDAWwg91bcdEhHzFeX66xNA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="614" data-original-width="774" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgsBzOiGj6N2JnnhqeAJhFa54xZcFiU6I8NBMHXeJ0aTbaaDZjoMgi-Yhmeo8D26kUyn1iY1RmUVaKmpmacoE8eqNIs0-OcGXQoZC99Bgzs_y1WE1EGtKgem6jRqItFL0iGjGOWOFQznSt5ITd1Huuv_JZm8GFYFCiPdCruDAWwg91bcdEhHzFeX66xNA" width="303" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p>Zampa tells Olivia and the others about the case and Olivia asks Tanner to contact Vanda, Daniele Villanueva's niece and security lead for the Moore Estate. </p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj8MgmmXrf1PDNg-54m2bR2_yGj-esABxd1eyvZArMRIfZ5HoUgTrjhaT2o1hVvkLbiE8HmTN_84mvfZKiqC_B5E65QX9k959n_s8rjbzfgN9BQQ2eb3vvouw5ocSgs6SC4q43rrDa-DtW57CrRaiRb09xp_DpB60iwpuytiLcinFjKEFFJ4sZ2uVuOgw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="816" data-original-width="743" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj8MgmmXrf1PDNg-54m2bR2_yGj-esABxd1eyvZArMRIfZ5HoUgTrjhaT2o1hVvkLbiE8HmTN_84mvfZKiqC_B5E65QX9k959n_s8rjbzfgN9BQQ2eb3vvouw5ocSgs6SC4q43rrDa-DtW57CrRaiRb09xp_DpB60iwpuytiLcinFjKEFFJ4sZ2uVuOgw" width="219" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p>Janice tells Patrick to keep his eyes open - she has powerful friends who may be able to get him free. </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjEy_bARCQNvUBtTwLZMe2kn2VcDMOIq5Onp7-zQv_rVVXIZXXhtTArNDTE6B2lovCL4c0OqT1duu7d1C3Zc6VCzxtzFWIw2cKlpjQNnesCSOVslesyFwnlevPgwjPZ6o9pj5tc33CMDCZrcxtJrooD-XjP7ZXOkTgcYPK1D-sy77ZpNJBHH2cLqfAGMw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="818" data-original-width="745" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjEy_bARCQNvUBtTwLZMe2kn2VcDMOIq5Onp7-zQv_rVVXIZXXhtTArNDTE6B2lovCL4c0OqT1duu7d1C3Zc6VCzxtzFWIw2cKlpjQNnesCSOVslesyFwnlevPgwjPZ6o9pj5tc33CMDCZrcxtJrooD-XjP7ZXOkTgcYPK1D-sy77ZpNJBHH2cLqfAGMw" width="219" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjDXl6K-irrj3QZoZAVMqNDHKI3_uux-FqMc6qeTf9phPcrBhtrmypiYdWGMDP3YHFAXHDpufZYMRx0kGiIXBkJ4CltX0Xu0mIf2oipXZ-eovv-NMOkCYWHw_7iDek5mKya0Fr_c6IPefnXUMbjjFRgf0Ha7RSiEV7hv8BZWPshT8VUzp6mO0ZZ7IHAbw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="817" data-original-width="737" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjDXl6K-irrj3QZoZAVMqNDHKI3_uux-FqMc6qeTf9phPcrBhtrmypiYdWGMDP3YHFAXHDpufZYMRx0kGiIXBkJ4CltX0Xu0mIf2oipXZ-eovv-NMOkCYWHw_7iDek5mKya0Fr_c6IPefnXUMbjjFRgf0Ha7RSiEV7hv8BZWPshT8VUzp6mO0ZZ7IHAbw=w360-h400" width="360" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p>Tanner thinks back to her Mother and her words of wisdom about boys. "Mo Chuilse Dilis...I love ya, but ya kin be dumb as a stone at times - ya know tha?" She laughed and scowled at the same time somehow as she refilled her whiskey for the fourth time, Tanner recalls. "Them boys jus' wanna get their wicks wet. Dump in ya and leave ya. An I'll tell ya righ' now I ain't playin' Granny fer yer b@stard when yer up the pole!"</p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEidF7bJF5DjPd0pI57sim10bAST36buwB3JOGSmnyeDdOFlA_jPXdG3HL3lMB8ktA8yE8-lh2H9yihJB__bqsByKVtMQ0MR9wbRwbMqbre_FnLRnerrUHTsqzDCNh5H60BH0PfCzxfBgyX1zFGuQ2ARPKNlyyx-HMsysiDRVYCW46-1F85oFZkRE28ZUQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="607" data-original-width="720" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEidF7bJF5DjPd0pI57sim10bAST36buwB3JOGSmnyeDdOFlA_jPXdG3HL3lMB8ktA8yE8-lh2H9yihJB__bqsByKVtMQ0MR9wbRwbMqbre_FnLRnerrUHTsqzDCNh5H60BH0PfCzxfBgyX1zFGuQ2ARPKNlyyx-HMsysiDRVYCW46-1F85oFZkRE28ZUQ" width="285" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p>Alison is worried about Heather knowing that she was a police officer, but Heather assures her that the secret about her past is safe with her and that she's had a complicated past as well. </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjfwTHsK2pX7ZQUqayneVa236ZZMOlnhvYnvg1cFOUr3MqATb1b7gf9N-dnzN7sZi7_dB5BSneV7Ry1vXE52ZnRE_0yDr3_E7dwNuIXxNx-lO72y1KAKNjiH2Og3iFbLo3uLvYzy7lfrLnHJoz_Z7sRfNHQtpy2rqOLWmtw7G6BQRYc1Zu6xGeiRthENA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="590" data-original-width="765" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjfwTHsK2pX7ZQUqayneVa236ZZMOlnhvYnvg1cFOUr3MqATb1b7gf9N-dnzN7sZi7_dB5BSneV7Ry1vXE52ZnRE_0yDr3_E7dwNuIXxNx-lO72y1KAKNjiH2Og3iFbLo3uLvYzy7lfrLnHJoz_Z7sRfNHQtpy2rqOLWmtw7G6BQRYc1Zu6xGeiRthENA" width="311" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjfwTHsK2pX7ZQUqayneVa236ZZMOlnhvYnvg1cFOUr3MqATb1b7gf9N-dnzN7sZi7_dB5BSneV7Ry1vXE52ZnRE_0yDr3_E7dwNuIXxNx-lO72y1KAKNjiH2Og3iFbLo3uLvYzy7lfrLnHJoz_Z7sRfNHQtpy2rqOLWmtw7G6BQRYc1Zu6xGeiRthENA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhsu8TCycOib7g-9jC4AWf9XG-aVEbc0meC8QT3zUBoEMhTZF6CAUm_CbFbNmemJENIbyjcE2QAOSC1dYBT06YzBV3WLZDyxG--3k4xo3iqkDeVxX_p4WnodyRjIoih4PzYGn5PH_tUHgi1FRg9SH7_wYsBXdvzNt8cwTLzcXQNrRaJh9Ju38m8xLYnJg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="613" data-original-width="817" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhsu8TCycOib7g-9jC4AWf9XG-aVEbc0meC8QT3zUBoEMhTZF6CAUm_CbFbNmemJENIbyjcE2QAOSC1dYBT06YzBV3WLZDyxG--3k4xo3iqkDeVxX_p4WnodyRjIoih4PzYGn5PH_tUHgi1FRg9SH7_wYsBXdvzNt8cwTLzcXQNrRaJh9Ju38m8xLYnJg=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div></div><br /><br /><p></p><p>Cindy asks Cor to come by and take a look at the mirrors in her room to explore how they were used. His magic alerts Poe who races to Cindy's room to see what is using magic on the mirrors in the room. Poe apologizes for nearly attacking Cor and disappears again after promising to buy him a beer. </p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj6uq8ub6Hcz6wMvvlgO1rQAV1WkyQ0-289JOvu9NCHDGtjLGBpXiIK0g352x6A9qgeOm5Mim2oCjQwvxZXg2R6seY2BR7YDb6ijwSLaHfc201xAMCel3gUO1eApFuqj8jp_yuyfTWWzFRtUwRR1knabUagvfnehqpmOBXfAbYWKJJJkdC2bjivTh6QjQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="784" data-original-width="817" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj6uq8ub6Hcz6wMvvlgO1rQAV1WkyQ0-289JOvu9NCHDGtjLGBpXiIK0g352x6A9qgeOm5Mim2oCjQwvxZXg2R6seY2BR7YDb6ijwSLaHfc201xAMCel3gUO1eApFuqj8jp_yuyfTWWzFRtUwRR1knabUagvfnehqpmOBXfAbYWKJJJkdC2bjivTh6QjQ" width="250" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p>Angel and the new guard Gavin do a little flirting. </p>malcoJOJOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12362522805988503279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8386728540021864055.post-53159317522642741982023-05-09T10:55:00.000-07:002023-05-09T10:55:05.036-07:00Weekly Recap - March 19th 2023 Week<p>Weekly Recap - March 19th 2023 Week <br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEge2R35234qyZrKrQVU1UjqX41SjmluA4LS4nCGMYKSrBNGAPYYnQVajhNXlH0If_yBEe5uf8m6ZBLmvw7IhkWiJl9cUmpC-dVOQPuovV5z3kugqspAAbt-FhZla2LVe3eAvrPpTq855G_cQrnNNOaKVi6MluuW-TMiwaIpyhBJ-gxonSHRBIh6zN4FRA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="618" data-original-width="770" height="514" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEge2R35234qyZrKrQVU1UjqX41SjmluA4LS4nCGMYKSrBNGAPYYnQVajhNXlH0If_yBEe5uf8m6ZBLmvw7IhkWiJl9cUmpC-dVOQPuovV5z3kugqspAAbt-FhZla2LVe3eAvrPpTq855G_cQrnNNOaKVi6MluuW-TMiwaIpyhBJ-gxonSHRBIh6zN4FRA=w640-h514" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br />Tanner returns from her mission in Europe. She stressed and still feeling the effects of letting the wolf free on the full moon. Angel helps her through it, but Tanner still feels wild and uncomfortable. <p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgC7HIJbkQBCGXSnSZELObQll7InFVykRZKk7lJpCknv5sBT1TvqtDghesOs6UHWZxeFtY8hS_dmYagjawIROhCUfDKo-rcw8y8_a_Y5N1kcdRxVdCGwmYyKsjRpcwoR4E9uwsUatHndq-3k5rSGRLIwIFOWrKpO-OO2DUeE2SXXGBMQrqDy-etDfBF-Q" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="822" data-original-width="824" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgC7HIJbkQBCGXSnSZELObQll7InFVykRZKk7lJpCknv5sBT1TvqtDghesOs6UHWZxeFtY8hS_dmYagjawIROhCUfDKo-rcw8y8_a_Y5N1kcdRxVdCGwmYyKsjRpcwoR4E9uwsUatHndq-3k5rSGRLIwIFOWrKpO-OO2DUeE2SXXGBMQrqDy-etDfBF-Q" width="241" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p>• Built the new Japan set</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEizN1cbxyMlT1b3Ax1VUYwmZXj02tNkL3ycX_lqJBuu-5me9dbaBxejg_awHZQRpEqUsWhOGgEmfwv-O0qKHcULoE2RcOfEhCI9T3cpUnmPvO5zMI6NNAzJk6c2nM73RUqc5274_2OQDzPd9xkM3E0HcBoGs3ca9TlyYLsAOdoI_ASM9e4F2A5yzFmZ7Q" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="613" data-original-width="768" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEizN1cbxyMlT1b3Ax1VUYwmZXj02tNkL3ycX_lqJBuu-5me9dbaBxejg_awHZQRpEqUsWhOGgEmfwv-O0qKHcULoE2RcOfEhCI9T3cpUnmPvO5zMI6NNAzJk6c2nM73RUqc5274_2OQDzPd9xkM3E0HcBoGs3ca9TlyYLsAOdoI_ASM9e4F2A5yzFmZ7Q" width="301" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhs456R1etRLz_OfGnHlX1jyt_HETxpZbIIFpPDhAKVGyLNAgFktIZyzSevd4e1ZrlDNyQNEooHKBeBs3vzBsJUGvSgtYIu3uo9JGh0rejC-4ZX87bjHM1cf1HMGodeQCCiSixURvdeIWJ6qyWjvP-9H78aQwse4En67mofhLKaySOimSCg_GGea0fJkw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="519" data-original-width="771" height="430" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhs456R1etRLz_OfGnHlX1jyt_HETxpZbIIFpPDhAKVGyLNAgFktIZyzSevd4e1ZrlDNyQNEooHKBeBs3vzBsJUGvSgtYIu3uo9JGh0rejC-4ZX87bjHM1cf1HMGodeQCCiSixURvdeIWJ6qyWjvP-9H78aQwse4En67mofhLKaySOimSCg_GGea0fJkw=w640-h430" width="640" /></a></div><br />The Moore Coven meets with Mette Baier of the Fantômes de Sang when she returns Grazia to the Manor. The meeting goes very well and Mette feels like she is heard and an alliance can be struck. She explains that their use of darker magic does not mean they do not walk The Path Of Light. She is impressed that Cindy can work deep magic with ease while using the bracelets to increase their power. <p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj3hoQA8CFYdCHSRhc0nMJj0yYz93NAZLWauT3gW9uXketsdairZ7dFaIrbtMxXTYVh-TwbxGvLR0GVgjgKnJkd5fLsS9oNOI_LOOn9P_O77L4fZ7wxN5NdV4bMH8EhYo7E8eaiDcLhSYHuLxOBWrhxM7rNFFl61MKiqFAHKV2LsR8CiryoVIzQMRDMQA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="582" data-original-width="691" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj3hoQA8CFYdCHSRhc0nMJj0yYz93NAZLWauT3gW9uXketsdairZ7dFaIrbtMxXTYVh-TwbxGvLR0GVgjgKnJkd5fLsS9oNOI_LOOn9P_O77L4fZ7wxN5NdV4bMH8EhYo7E8eaiDcLhSYHuLxOBWrhxM7rNFFl61MKiqFAHKV2LsR8CiryoVIzQMRDMQA" width="285" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p>At HERTECHI, Martha finds out that Claire made the mistake of telling the client he could have Darcy's source files. Claire beats herself up, but Darcy and Martha assure her that it's not THAT big a deal. <br /><br /><br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjMBlxiV0DfNgtPzs9Ag-M_iauYYQbbbErw16Yp5r0YOH05KtFpeh61Hdnq8ugE8l-CZvsUJ4BXSQEVHnvP13OrcfWt8mho90DkVAuHi-zwUW4ZMfoj69enQHdumrZanHS29_uyON1q6mg3kmETM0_ePQ9yRjN-DwQmV3BFgCSgua4l_hIp8vWFKMcjAQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="742" data-original-width="732" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjMBlxiV0DfNgtPzs9Ag-M_iauYYQbbbErw16Yp5r0YOH05KtFpeh61Hdnq8ugE8l-CZvsUJ4BXSQEVHnvP13OrcfWt8mho90DkVAuHi-zwUW4ZMfoj69enQHdumrZanHS29_uyON1q6mg3kmETM0_ePQ9yRjN-DwQmV3BFgCSgua4l_hIp8vWFKMcjAQ=w632-h640" width="632" /></a></div><br /><br />Janice says that she needs a minion to help with her efforts and The Demon makes arrangements for her to get Patrick out of Prison. (A Crossover with <a href="https://www.instagram.com/bellasdollstory/">https://www.instagram.com/bellasdollstory/</a> )<br /><br /><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhW1xNGdVJFxY1xCjPbE11GUv6xuSYtkx-Wfu2fDxLAYuaxQglJ4-cjMZvoCnJ_RnYVzM1Er8u75_QNMA8m3KDGs__DrNxYzA5UorarZd763wyig-syzvYoeCGrulPo0RmTqF424uoPnbRLhEKAel_U1z6NeML1R-B9D9WtjvVD61kxiAxipr1yqX_P7Q" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="570" data-original-width="705" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhW1xNGdVJFxY1xCjPbE11GUv6xuSYtkx-Wfu2fDxLAYuaxQglJ4-cjMZvoCnJ_RnYVzM1Er8u75_QNMA8m3KDGs__DrNxYzA5UorarZd763wyig-syzvYoeCGrulPo0RmTqF424uoPnbRLhEKAel_U1z6NeML1R-B9D9WtjvVD61kxiAxipr1yqX_P7Q" width="297" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p>Martha and Darcy chat at CUPPA about Zoe and how she's doing. We find out that she's ok, but is taking a little mental health break. They agree that they should call her and invite her over. <br /><br /><br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhwyvF-kyPanpy103ON3G8BIWGNcB6PeQwYYWH44vG9QfxY6w17GIHN5gemZDR3OE1dcmgZGJhZOIEisQz-ZVzB4JXo-yrwRB3QlSc36T1EuTZhNk-ClJErXbgIFRN0XUksVBCseACAMMabRihWQjLteihKcQ3U7Si7RCW9PJtEW9ZZvbmA7In8gCGR_w" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="620" data-original-width="729" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhwyvF-kyPanpy103ON3G8BIWGNcB6PeQwYYWH44vG9QfxY6w17GIHN5gemZDR3OE1dcmgZGJhZOIEisQz-ZVzB4JXo-yrwRB3QlSc36T1EuTZhNk-ClJErXbgIFRN0XUksVBCseACAMMabRihWQjLteihKcQ3U7Si7RCW9PJtEW9ZZvbmA7In8gCGR_w" width="282" /></a></div><br /><br />Claire has a successful call with the client about the files, but hears strange noises coming from Cindy's empty room. The crystal ball is active. <p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhK1XmrCRxT1X79Zhl2wn6jGmKkPI70r2s5JIZyfTp95T9hImvGw-ij5ZwmsnzXmBLSmm2UsFvx8j-QH55jrwSdPUGflxFZ2Wr9U0nFnUb70rOSLjVhSWCUl4PsdepZvjVgOU4cp-EmWEwvBYF8OVIQFDw3TxAuUuY1aqGBX_AV6_tzlXJFlUmoKgZkHg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="609" data-original-width="580" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhK1XmrCRxT1X79Zhl2wn6jGmKkPI70r2s5JIZyfTp95T9hImvGw-ij5ZwmsnzXmBLSmm2UsFvx8j-QH55jrwSdPUGflxFZ2Wr9U0nFnUb70rOSLjVhSWCUl4PsdepZvjVgOU4cp-EmWEwvBYF8OVIQFDw3TxAuUuY1aqGBX_AV6_tzlXJFlUmoKgZkHg" width="229" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p>Mette asks about the Deities and Powerful Beings visiting the Coven. She goes a bit too far when she asks about Olivia and her being able to lead properly. Cindy shuts her down and Mette begs for forgiveness. </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgSOJm8iy7PJXnY8cumfzPiHvVE25N9n318I5HEpxTbISoCU8Hl-P_U0gmk_jPS0dUxaDA40oQvYoD7lpqWCQuHwtcv-1yGuQu4s0pv32DFCQ1qyImUWpjOkXvldSDY2oEaBXJsGcChDeelUmdJBl0pUoUxcD45_RQQkdZ41o6pqVkxbxCwIpvglv1ZOQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="789" data-original-width="719" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgSOJm8iy7PJXnY8cumfzPiHvVE25N9n318I5HEpxTbISoCU8Hl-P_U0gmk_jPS0dUxaDA40oQvYoD7lpqWCQuHwtcv-1yGuQu4s0pv32DFCQ1qyImUWpjOkXvldSDY2oEaBXJsGcChDeelUmdJBl0pUoUxcD45_RQQkdZ41o6pqVkxbxCwIpvglv1ZOQ=w584-h640" width="584" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p>Mette speaks to Olivia directly about her concerns based on what Cindy said. The conversation goes well and Mette and Olivia gain a new respect for each other. </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj-ChrLWo7RryYSoVndTaJDnvgMmxDQx5YmYIPcpM7a73BHuEZv1eOP7YdoU0pgVGag8TY-R1h99atBZH3JNOGzHUpCDuM8g_b2TCGiERuIL9B7WtXb2DUzaqOlfGrOZRvcyQJOMK6u8qNDnPo_zilW0Thp-AtNOHVjPqKLJB1F0RIefPz55MuPBlk49g" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="548" data-original-width="670" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj-ChrLWo7RryYSoVndTaJDnvgMmxDQx5YmYIPcpM7a73BHuEZv1eOP7YdoU0pgVGag8TY-R1h99atBZH3JNOGzHUpCDuM8g_b2TCGiERuIL9B7WtXb2DUzaqOlfGrOZRvcyQJOMK6u8qNDnPo_zilW0Thp-AtNOHVjPqKLJB1F0RIefPz55MuPBlk49g" width="293" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p>Claire tells Darcy and Lizzie that she thinks she heard something in Cindy's room. </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjezWGsg0BaAbshTEuM-1G3lvGi5pXocztu2L0Xb5iCgww_ixy-APzWLi4K5uD-7d2EROqGaeC3KY0tPWV6Rs4H_pDBZOz-q_KC88hgQgyDBRcCFehHiOxKzErb1Af_7lMxoBtkkYCpOBh7oq5zRc1P8yTUSqSXHlNM_WntQxSFPXv7-UsaeTeiuZmFaA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="605" data-original-width="693" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjezWGsg0BaAbshTEuM-1G3lvGi5pXocztu2L0Xb5iCgww_ixy-APzWLi4K5uD-7d2EROqGaeC3KY0tPWV6Rs4H_pDBZOz-q_KC88hgQgyDBRcCFehHiOxKzErb1Af_7lMxoBtkkYCpOBh7oq5zRc1P8yTUSqSXHlNM_WntQxSFPXv7-UsaeTeiuZmFaA" width="275" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p>Tanner flirts with Micha and the two of them decide to give a physical, sexual exchange a try. </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiykZPygYRiCBPeh24FUq2m6sHRZpwq8IU-FHzkDJJLn7YuqN5qiKMfLBUlWdU9BIlCQJcZZ3jJDoGuNhn7YdbqPVrvXWZRqLmF7LrspNVR53cZz7kalHQHhR80Fo3DRkse3edJUShib-fGLK9dPqBwG79CV_mmtd8Bccsscb8VxvVQmzTNYXWkzvNRTQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="612" data-original-width="733" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiykZPygYRiCBPeh24FUq2m6sHRZpwq8IU-FHzkDJJLn7YuqN5qiKMfLBUlWdU9BIlCQJcZZ3jJDoGuNhn7YdbqPVrvXWZRqLmF7LrspNVR53cZz7kalHQHhR80Fo3DRkse3edJUShib-fGLK9dPqBwG79CV_mmtd8Bccsscb8VxvVQmzTNYXWkzvNRTQ" width="287" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjpYJj8BkMMIJdrbAFH49s40DbwJWe_QbSM1MJ2TsvHQ0i9oYRY1qqOqPoj772vJM4GyeoS4iYXHWnZ6dAYXlHPYj618SjFPK5KbWBxH4sidSLJTDEpeIAPsxrcLbx4YLzCKYraOTDn8xwEWvwI86FFwiJ6yDdr7zJ6tZ7xIiDKVzUbOTTujIa7bZEYog" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="617" data-original-width="765" height="515" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjpYJj8BkMMIJdrbAFH49s40DbwJWe_QbSM1MJ2TsvHQ0i9oYRY1qqOqPoj772vJM4GyeoS4iYXHWnZ6dAYXlHPYj618SjFPK5KbWBxH4sidSLJTDEpeIAPsxrcLbx4YLzCKYraOTDn8xwEWvwI86FFwiJ6yDdr7zJ6tZ7xIiDKVzUbOTTujIa7bZEYog=w640-h515" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Cindy, Claire, and Darcy investigate the strange noises and Cindy discovers that the crystal ball in her room is more than just active. It creates a passage between her present and future selves using the mirror magic from the mirrors in Cindy's room. Cindy's future self tells her about someone in Italy that may be part of this witch war. </div></div>malcoJOJOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12362522805988503279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8386728540021864055.post-14176536102921319552023-04-19T14:48:00.008-07:002023-04-19T14:50:56.618-07:00Japan Story: The First Trial <p><span style="background-color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>The First Trial</b> </span> (Translated from Japanese)</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #444444;"><br /></span></div><span style="background-color: #444444;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtHTnE5H5bT8O5ecXJ3kegfQRBiD0l6NtF99wdwgs8woBYGbBdgOCjyzbS_n6bbGuGy8-0gx7H5V92GBast8Bxanc0AbCIKX4WXWe6EecbzDNboPX0v6Yo_pvrpTAMRCMG19BajvgFmQfgfV5oI50Sc5AZp92nY-tyFZQX1upVdZRZ5SnNxeSPGThAiw/s1792/Kado01.jpg" style="background-color: #444444; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1792" height="366" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtHTnE5H5bT8O5ecXJ3kegfQRBiD0l6NtF99wdwgs8woBYGbBdgOCjyzbS_n6bbGuGy8-0gx7H5V92GBast8Bxanc0AbCIKX4WXWe6EecbzDNboPX0v6Yo_pvrpTAMRCMG19BajvgFmQfgfV5oI50Sc5AZp92nY-tyFZQX1upVdZRZ5SnNxeSPGThAiw/w640-h366/Kado01.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><span style="background-color: #444444;"><br /></span></div><p><span style="background-color: #444444;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #444444;">Kado enters the old house with care. It's falling apart and flooded, the smell of rot thick in his nostrils. It's taken ages to track down this spirit. A dangerous and puzzling journey that started out so simply and escalated into a matter of life or death. He and Hiroto had to set the trap over time, keeping the existence of the others close to Kado and the magic they possessed secret. The closer they got to the Spirit, the more secretive they had to be or the Spirit would use them all to break into this plane.<br /><br />He sees the yōkai shimmer to life in a misty spot by the back door. </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuVdU2zPB_FEDZCjpniUc_PlAuG-Fg8XQzVxNzViyS1Ry6EEoaezZqhYF8y_11AEMkZYDBisN1LGKgpBGsuZOIkH694Ve8TC_mLRK3fZZHYcdofn1FEiHYMPMFFK4Gom2lC5m2zOXUkTIWNot_Y9RibDeJFUBZoRNYmPfRdYyZsfUdZ3s-CCFypnD5EA/s1792/Ghost01.jpg" style="background-color: #444444; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1792" height="229" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuVdU2zPB_FEDZCjpniUc_PlAuG-Fg8XQzVxNzViyS1Ry6EEoaezZqhYF8y_11AEMkZYDBisN1LGKgpBGsuZOIkH694Ve8TC_mLRK3fZZHYcdofn1FEiHYMPMFFK4Gom2lC5m2zOXUkTIWNot_Y9RibDeJFUBZoRNYmPfRdYyZsfUdZ3s-CCFypnD5EA/w400-h229/Ghost01.jpg" width="400" /></a></p><p><span style="background-color: #444444;">The ghost's voice is faint and it sounds like it's coming from under water. "Your magic will not work here. The girl is ours. Your efforts have failed." It turns to vapor and slithers to the other side of the space. </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPGr8eVRqdUbW7hSpyuO3lqOcymCJ8GMF10t-QgQ7SvF7a2DAw2gtaDCpJoWIGqcLVkwzXAjq_iU9XrgXVtVw1L5WPWsfEM4VihsdFcOLqVgL6RRQkVM36V1G7oEi9o7mKYIt8K81zPm4N-jLJ1eLNkx52lI-yyuoiq81wZrasWkgaNKcKmhbFmeenqA/s1792/Ghost02.jpg" style="background-color: #444444; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1792" height="366" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPGr8eVRqdUbW7hSpyuO3lqOcymCJ8GMF10t-QgQ7SvF7a2DAw2gtaDCpJoWIGqcLVkwzXAjq_iU9XrgXVtVw1L5WPWsfEM4VihsdFcOLqVgL6RRQkVM36V1G7oEi9o7mKYIt8K81zPm4N-jLJ1eLNkx52lI-yyuoiq81wZrasWkgaNKcKmhbFmeenqA/w640-h366/Ghost02.jpg" width="640" /></a></p><p><span style="background-color: #444444;">Hiroto's sister Masami cries, "Kado....please...do something....it hurts so bad..." He sees that she's up to her knees in a spectral water spell. This Spirit is holding her to the spot with powerful magic. Kado wishes Hiroto was here to help spring the trap.</span></p><p><span style="background-color: #444444;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #444444;">"You and this girl....the last of the Tribe....will be gone...and the rest of mine will be free to take their place back in this world...with or without your secrets...."</span></p><p><span style="background-color: #444444;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #444444;">Kado starts to focus on the spell that will banish this Spirit and shut the door on this forever. He just needs a few moments to complete the ritual. </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMrBI67RpMp4PEg1rZPa7hdfa63WC--7uVd3q_1sHzcjU7KeGoJ3r7NAw9AWt3P2qL4QK3WvIAmqQufbmgG_bC5aJ1gd38FePOM8qSsiJ3mHfzTmnywXjd5waTZB0iqRFePP68w650Vyjw2HGF-KhykWwCguIBq80oQ0oASJSQndKxmJ-9nmkLBSfb1g/s1792/Kado02.jpg" style="background-color: #444444; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1792" height="366" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMrBI67RpMp4PEg1rZPa7hdfa63WC--7uVd3q_1sHzcjU7KeGoJ3r7NAw9AWt3P2qL4QK3WvIAmqQufbmgG_bC5aJ1gd38FePOM8qSsiJ3mHfzTmnywXjd5waTZB0iqRFePP68w650Vyjw2HGF-KhykWwCguIBq80oQ0oASJSQndKxmJ-9nmkLBSfb1g/w640-h366/Kado02.jpg" width="640" /></a></p><p><span style="background-color: #444444;">That's when he feels Cindy's magic behind him. A sense of her and her connection to him fills the space. The love and passion she has for him lights up the room as she seeks him out. </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYG1btw2N6gclPhkT2RT_r0YF6DMazVGmIsDb1-idtW8OjNIXUy6WB_SqFNRsJq8_ZD_rO-ygQpHtI7sRNWW7BOW5_FaIpG3c9_aS2xVSyah3l3k6KB0e39Gupf3MemnTBzNLzQqWgUl61gy24SRs2JG9ZKmRdAeywMobAxrTPu_H9X76W7za2G6bIsw/s1792/Ghost04.jpg" style="background-color: #444444; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1792" height="366" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYG1btw2N6gclPhkT2RT_r0YF6DMazVGmIsDb1-idtW8OjNIXUy6WB_SqFNRsJq8_ZD_rO-ygQpHtI7sRNWW7BOW5_FaIpG3c9_aS2xVSyah3l3k6KB0e39Gupf3MemnTBzNLzQqWgUl61gy24SRs2JG9ZKmRdAeywMobAxrTPu_H9X76W7za2G6bIsw/w640-h366/Ghost04.jpg" width="640" /></a></p><p style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #444444; font-size: x-small;">The Spirit can feel Cindy's connection to Kado and their story about being the last falls apart before his eyes. The Spirit is filled with rage and lashes out violently, sending its dark magic out like a whip towards Cindy's sight magic. It roars, " You are a lier! False promises! You can not help me!" It slams its hand down into the watery spell that holds Masami and raises its other arm high above its head. "I shall feast on you two, then I shall use your souls to seek out the others!"</span></p><p style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #444444; font-size: x-small;"><br />Kado knows it's now or never. With the Spirit aware, there is a high chance that the casting will not work and that the barriers between the darkness and the real world will be broken...and They will be allowed to enter the light. </span></p><div style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #444444;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidv4i2o78tTIjK2lLTUtMtBbiXrC34IJyBc2e57CbBQeqezgTB_vBm3N29uW2wdqmvhhY26kE70lSmrCuXBQVvSToMcViBOo-n5IeFXnhqLSqg0-q0oH_R_FWleofEhFZzwFbIRM8eD9gS3c6e7HeWTIXY05Chj-eY7KvPomZG1fuYSmJ90wiXsGRhyw/s1792/Kado03.jpg" style="background-color: #444444; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1792" height="366" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidv4i2o78tTIjK2lLTUtMtBbiXrC34IJyBc2e57CbBQeqezgTB_vBm3N29uW2wdqmvhhY26kE70lSmrCuXBQVvSToMcViBOo-n5IeFXnhqLSqg0-q0oH_R_FWleofEhFZzwFbIRM8eD9gS3c6e7HeWTIXY05Chj-eY7KvPomZG1fuYSmJ90wiXsGRhyw/w640-h366/Kado03.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"></div><div style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: #444444;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: #444444;">He shouts out the spell, raising his hands to project it at the Spirit before it can hurt Masami anymore. She was the bait and he can't let her die. </span></div><div style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: #444444;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVWLnuJjP2tQozkgyAUCxpfHnUnxViDV6IHZlf6Y2OVGOD23UYSkSa-ijTZ5U7V1mN-9TSykVFubnZhvYgUAFRA8-Xb1GmiPZQoUua54Myd33c4XeubiTSEJs7HGyU8SiN9gE3a56vH4qOFHXZeP3m1_zGCF3OG8xA7Zp8LzffCbx4TXgQfva-aVQMIA/s1792/Ghost05.jpg" style="background-color: #444444; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1792" height="183" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVWLnuJjP2tQozkgyAUCxpfHnUnxViDV6IHZlf6Y2OVGOD23UYSkSa-ijTZ5U7V1mN-9TSykVFubnZhvYgUAFRA8-Xb1GmiPZQoUua54Myd33c4XeubiTSEJs7HGyU8SiN9gE3a56vH4qOFHXZeP3m1_zGCF3OG8xA7Zp8LzffCbx4TXgQfva-aVQMIA/s320/Ghost05.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: #444444;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: #444444;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><div><span style="background-color: #444444;">"YOU FOOL! You go against ME?!" The Spirit laughs...until she feels his spell slam into her like a boulder. She starts to vibrate and loses her hold on the world. "NO! NO!" she screams as she digs into the soul water trying to stay in the world. She can't maintain her grip and takes one last gamble. </span></div><div><span style="background-color: #444444;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD-Y0Ss7G1HzNwY5NeAKt7qoSDuYjLUBZH4GvxK_Pz6JTqlh6kLlOfvY2yp8wKe_yLJ_KmWFbJlClPe2GKpyIw4WPmNZSRJ2dyf3BwauKI7ImM0R9PXBU0QE6ko4GYcoNpeSwYky39uL0xRYPOYl_uJYl0xy-OB8xUmcigVDre3kX5mUm3Sm7-otD3KA/s1792/Ghost06.jpg" style="background-color: #444444; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1792" height="366" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD-Y0Ss7G1HzNwY5NeAKt7qoSDuYjLUBZH4GvxK_Pz6JTqlh6kLlOfvY2yp8wKe_yLJ_KmWFbJlClPe2GKpyIw4WPmNZSRJ2dyf3BwauKI7ImM0R9PXBU0QE6ko4GYcoNpeSwYky39uL0xRYPOYl_uJYl0xy-OB8xUmcigVDre3kX5mUm3Sm7-otD3KA/w640-h366/Ghost06.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><span style="background-color: #444444;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: #444444;">She raises her hand and screams and incantation - the words old and filled with dark magic. Her hand glows, a strange symbol flaring to life before she's ripped up and away back into the Dark World with a scream. </span></div><div><span style="background-color: #444444;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: #444444;">Masami wretches and falls backward to the floor. Her body shakes and quivers as her eyes flutter. <br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: #444444;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: #444444;">Kado rushes to her and lifts her up, breaking the spell the dark witch spirit had cast on her. </span></div><div><span style="background-color: #444444;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: #444444;">She sobs out, "Is it over. Is she gone?" </span></div><div><span style="background-color: #444444;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE2LzIlouDMwx5REraxcpfAYuAJ81qdcvZRuIa2doBSfNBllLhFTbmO2-cUS5b8PW95W9YUNLBeA5a_YwfZg62I0xx7mFtethqcX3s6U2mJ-oezo7W_G6TjXkky4RT3C-GqJX8JpSrXBz6JAvQar6LIkz-n8498KTzBKM8mM-00mtGZruoluXfo63kPw/s1792/Kado04.jpg" style="background-color: #444444; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1792" height="366" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE2LzIlouDMwx5REraxcpfAYuAJ81qdcvZRuIa2doBSfNBllLhFTbmO2-cUS5b8PW95W9YUNLBeA5a_YwfZg62I0xx7mFtethqcX3s6U2mJ-oezo7W_G6TjXkky4RT3C-GqJX8JpSrXBz6JAvQar6LIkz-n8498KTzBKM8mM-00mtGZruoluXfo63kPw/w640-h366/Kado04.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div></div><div><span style="background-color: #444444;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: #444444;">Kado whispers, "I believe so. She tried to snare us and drag us away with her, but failed." He hugs her to him. "I need to get you to Hiroto. She can come out of hiding now. She needs to tend to you. I can feel that things poison within you still." <br /><br /><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #444444;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx6iwt-Vmf0rbsZ8CULpMOFqQ5tjGsA-bYa_ClljFlEW6raCx5DNJX8fb7ch-Ypib1P8AH4PFpeuXp8KXyRpg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></span></div><br /></div>malcoJOJOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12362522805988503279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8386728540021864055.post-16531438301197600852023-04-07T16:17:00.007-07:002023-04-07T16:17:57.862-07:00Weekly Recap - March 12th 2023 Week<p>Weekly Recap - March 12th 2023 Week</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ-rLmJIoksmQKF01rDiW5fOaGp9RbpV4XEq-x6VWvHv8jOR17pUOAEKTvLa-UrYeMwKV9sGULPVGiz8l8EIflTWFPVknibMWfqY1kb8FzfT5slrJKgBIyzgaXtuxfEyfP_wIQb9wIbEPGdpfkbZrHWiforZNVMve_ZS3m4B0Gg86iX_1Z1mD2PZyL5Q/s2049/DDF05E61-D893-4C50-B271-2211FA009C4E.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1537" data-original-width="2049" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ-rLmJIoksmQKF01rDiW5fOaGp9RbpV4XEq-x6VWvHv8jOR17pUOAEKTvLa-UrYeMwKV9sGULPVGiz8l8EIflTWFPVknibMWfqY1kb8FzfT5slrJKgBIyzgaXtuxfEyfP_wIQb9wIbEPGdpfkbZrHWiforZNVMve_ZS3m4B0Gg86iX_1Z1mD2PZyL5Q/w640-h480/DDF05E61-D893-4C50-B271-2211FA009C4E.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Grazia is held for her own protection in Germany by Mette Baier of the Fantômes de Sang after Cor and Tanner get Martine back. Mette explains that Kriemhild Gilbert is working with Olivia to get her back safely. <p></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgis2KGJyvd81bW3n6aPGP0cJN2K39zlfb1orIP5fYKSQxlF3zubKN95bNf6rG2Gh1eor-D16vG2Pm0Wr30iQYNTmV6jImCqO1micqj0s6lHj4ijwsPRo-YlPxUe0FZKdtjfXUEZD0grqyCK26tyc0CVEE8jjdAzXfipty40OxlHtztCVlSul2D2tvo7A/s2049/27CC3507-D52B-4FF3-8B00-D6DFD42D2743.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1537" data-original-width="2049" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgis2KGJyvd81bW3n6aPGP0cJN2K39zlfb1orIP5fYKSQxlF3zubKN95bNf6rG2Gh1eor-D16vG2Pm0Wr30iQYNTmV6jImCqO1micqj0s6lHj4ijwsPRo-YlPxUe0FZKdtjfXUEZD0grqyCK26tyc0CVEE8jjdAzXfipty40OxlHtztCVlSul2D2tvo7A/w400-h300/27CC3507-D52B-4FF3-8B00-D6DFD42D2743.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p>Kriemhild Gilbert is amazed and impressed by Olivia and her Coven. Gilbert says that she's not welcoming those who left her back into the Coven. Olivia agrees to meet with the Fantômes de Sang. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi08UoCopwj_hRg3MQ8gglut12qF5blPoNwnjmcaH7T1jQP_Cm9jaLOnNRJ4w2LJm9I54cZFYKij3VdIQqCEFInuBywHUbuqXvU6vXuloLgjvnY4moGShsBSqkZdKK6WY9cimRjR_NdYd79e57RadSFVptlqWXKCDBIVdzpOxAr6srbUKCVW_J5_9O_eg/s2049/36317C76-EBBD-4293-BC22-E6513B180FC2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1537" data-original-width="2049" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi08UoCopwj_hRg3MQ8gglut12qF5blPoNwnjmcaH7T1jQP_Cm9jaLOnNRJ4w2LJm9I54cZFYKij3VdIQqCEFInuBywHUbuqXvU6vXuloLgjvnY4moGShsBSqkZdKK6WY9cimRjR_NdYd79e57RadSFVptlqWXKCDBIVdzpOxAr6srbUKCVW_J5_9O_eg/s320/36317C76-EBBD-4293-BC22-E6513B180FC2.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>Janice comes up with a plan to use her little online friend Patrick as a helper monkey. She just needs to get him out of prison. <b>(( Creative crossover with <a href="https://www.instagram.com/bellasdollstory/">https://www.instagram.com/bellasdollstory/</a> ))</b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIcta9icJZHuHKEQYxrY3IF_4hHD26yG5B02oTcxvNtMckEjmyvfkINFfARNSAXku9WeBZIjP-ooM7L_e0rT3WwrroD5C8MuaEJQHc0fAH0gExGTVAtKNNPw8FVRvmfoVn_6kom4fJAmuMn1KlUnxq2T9dxHiMYkh0ag_kNKMPVJiJwl3V8WIcC-XHvg/s2048/16CF2A54-EDA7-469B-8820-29C4A876D52B.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2048" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIcta9icJZHuHKEQYxrY3IF_4hHD26yG5B02oTcxvNtMckEjmyvfkINFfARNSAXku9WeBZIjP-ooM7L_e0rT3WwrroD5C8MuaEJQHc0fAH0gExGTVAtKNNPw8FVRvmfoVn_6kom4fJAmuMn1KlUnxq2T9dxHiMYkh0ag_kNKMPVJiJwl3V8WIcC-XHvg/s320/16CF2A54-EDA7-469B-8820-29C4A876D52B.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>Lizzie welcomes Cor back. In his absence, she realizes that she loves him and doesn't want him to leave her. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7rHMrAvjReSy9mesZQuF4cicKwToUWi9nrRb0NieRr9bVaOs1PI3YqklZV0NoDNvbFCRT9LdzJK0EWGBPPh-FcmnnkfqCQM9awDcTTB0sPNMADtO5P4aEgdXLPLa0zJxbhEVo60zFwOs5lyM1JqkMh5E5eAD5EjQqWGZWw_931J6W66zazTtVDS70YA/s2049/F3CC37F3-A1B7-4ED6-A3E9-B465B1E36AAC.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1537" data-original-width="2049" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7rHMrAvjReSy9mesZQuF4cicKwToUWi9nrRb0NieRr9bVaOs1PI3YqklZV0NoDNvbFCRT9LdzJK0EWGBPPh-FcmnnkfqCQM9awDcTTB0sPNMADtO5P4aEgdXLPLa0zJxbhEVo60zFwOs5lyM1JqkMh5E5eAD5EjQqWGZWw_931J6W66zazTtVDS70YA/w640-h480/F3CC37F3-A1B7-4ED6-A3E9-B465B1E36AAC.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><p>Darcy and Mark enjoy being back together...even if Claire is RIGHT there in the room! :) </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhjq2R7hkoBGyAGRZrL57A0tm8rcD6cR9laKT50oYsWNKHZhDGyA_2Sa-fQkru47MxCreIC47JYmjrPXrE53krZDawXutatTulQ3MGKBvIvosyEhhEAY9pDPfKN1GKqU0uOaENbeo7vcN5QQsFThVcjfsXu_41LsCtZCY4wVwoNxeqqIaOi3XLvUZJfQ/s2049/88B8869E-50B5-45DC-94E7-B0E0DD0514B4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1537" data-original-width="2049" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhjq2R7hkoBGyAGRZrL57A0tm8rcD6cR9laKT50oYsWNKHZhDGyA_2Sa-fQkru47MxCreIC47JYmjrPXrE53krZDawXutatTulQ3MGKBvIvosyEhhEAY9pDPfKN1GKqU0uOaENbeo7vcN5QQsFThVcjfsXu_41LsCtZCY4wVwoNxeqqIaOi3XLvUZJfQ/s320/88B8869E-50B5-45DC-94E7-B0E0DD0514B4.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>Shane thanks Heather for the warning she gave them about the trip. He lets her know that between the storm that hit and burst pipes, the trip would have been.a disaster. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyitEjROUImI12egIsT2R9xebp7K4QRff_MsQeSiY0t3hhmruVMfl4KcyiC0rNbchmx8Kv46_CpKn0hM-OAExwv-t0o4ud-qyHLsaqzTSPt6Hy85zy0Rfuiffxjhrhu4ujrWMp4JG_irRssDlY3IdLwguq-ENCHzJwzdNN1f4XW3A2CgrRlWSB76fEQw/s2049/3CAB507B-C9A2-43C8-AA49-6D8E1DE650E4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1537" data-original-width="2049" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyitEjROUImI12egIsT2R9xebp7K4QRff_MsQeSiY0t3hhmruVMfl4KcyiC0rNbchmx8Kv46_CpKn0hM-OAExwv-t0o4ud-qyHLsaqzTSPt6Hy85zy0Rfuiffxjhrhu4ujrWMp4JG_irRssDlY3IdLwguq-ENCHzJwzdNN1f4XW3A2CgrRlWSB76fEQw/s320/3CAB507B-C9A2-43C8-AA49-6D8E1DE650E4.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>Micha feels like something is coming. She's filled with a sense of pending doom and she doesn't know why. She speaks to Zampa about her feelings, scared that Morte Bianca will come. Angel assures her that she won't get anywhere near them. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA8vniImgjZYnme2sK3VkeN0q0xyNo1Ur4DjdCFVvT2VqDNtaewdyR9RQ6qwmLcP4h9eOscvrLaDYwo5Adds5lJ_skxW0UHAVJqvAmSGJlddPOreVSAMDovIjuOJc0pE30tVBid9vT7vEOW0ehAobpEWDBxqOqsa48nIPKdYkCcb_tcxJ5uEwnlTZ5Qg/s1440/7C55865F-E5A5-4F25-A7E4-BACDCB78158B.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA8vniImgjZYnme2sK3VkeN0q0xyNo1Ur4DjdCFVvT2VqDNtaewdyR9RQ6qwmLcP4h9eOscvrLaDYwo5Adds5lJ_skxW0UHAVJqvAmSGJlddPOreVSAMDovIjuOJc0pE30tVBid9vT7vEOW0ehAobpEWDBxqOqsa48nIPKdYkCcb_tcxJ5uEwnlTZ5Qg/w640-h480/7C55865F-E5A5-4F25-A7E4-BACDCB78158B.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p>Morte Bianca and Danuta lick their wounds when they hear that the Moore Coven launched a major counterstrike against them and are now looked at as powerful and amazing witches. Giacomina has a rage fit and Danuta tries to stay out of her way. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwWmba23pU1wbI4ex1GukBB1z1Nov5QzsJ1X-DLC_rlYZNWgWAkDCyH4_oUWkX3kFM6otFbyTXPKyk1F6QCK75WXoz05T3kr9aRsBFqQv3Gs76x_z5KzbzTJWypmviQRp4nVrOXw70jlGo4OH2RI442xewoI4-pIA67-plYBlC9Gzn07V-sWFvxMrEOQ/s2049/316F0C48-9FAB-43BF-A462-C42895298C74.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1537" data-original-width="2049" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwWmba23pU1wbI4ex1GukBB1z1Nov5QzsJ1X-DLC_rlYZNWgWAkDCyH4_oUWkX3kFM6otFbyTXPKyk1F6QCK75WXoz05T3kr9aRsBFqQv3Gs76x_z5KzbzTJWypmviQRp4nVrOXw70jlGo4OH2RI442xewoI4-pIA67-plYBlC9Gzn07V-sWFvxMrEOQ/s320/316F0C48-9FAB-43BF-A462-C42895298C74.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>Micha takes a break in the sun and feels a bit better. She remembers a song her mother used to sing to her...and spies several birds circling over her as if watching. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcKdA6Akw09hd-kyMW0QLGOz4RqTwLOACPOmEu6FHJkbRI6IgLKh3Qi4ZvGrqAjK5CwdN59sAl6TeNBauVkAs7N8FdN5HD5K8OjtiUC8yT1-x5KLLvxXjY9b57udElt-dchc6jwV-V5Is3kxurcDAgbTzKDS2hWSQY5Ufy4MgWepfpi7wCZpGVa1ZgMQ/s1192/2DE5418B-BA23-4698-A90D-EAFB2ACAAFAB.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1192" data-original-width="952" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcKdA6Akw09hd-kyMW0QLGOz4RqTwLOACPOmEu6FHJkbRI6IgLKh3Qi4ZvGrqAjK5CwdN59sAl6TeNBauVkAs7N8FdN5HD5K8OjtiUC8yT1-x5KLLvxXjY9b57udElt-dchc6jwV-V5Is3kxurcDAgbTzKDS2hWSQY5Ufy4MgWepfpi7wCZpGVa1ZgMQ/s320/2DE5418B-BA23-4698-A90D-EAFB2ACAAFAB.jpeg" width="256" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>Janice keeps plotting and checks in on Patrick's obsession - <b><a href="https://www.instagram.com/p/CpucRr3s4TO/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link" target="_blank">Scarlett Bishop</a>. </b></p><p><b><br /></b></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRaFCm2cTXx7Ltj7u2niLmOtFEy_SgCK-684VJ_uN7LbcrzC3oL4364CUdhDT_SGrefazgmimn99qFuOEMyQK2HWCACKhijuZI37afhmvWswEECw47kOuEcPtGjU0F4pQ6qNePVuKW6Qdg3C8ydUZYSOiXmjwUjlkjg2u90sMR4z6XflchX_PyW0GARw/s2049/FF2E8AF1-173E-47D2-8982-24D464C4C02D.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2049" data-original-width="2049" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRaFCm2cTXx7Ltj7u2niLmOtFEy_SgCK-684VJ_uN7LbcrzC3oL4364CUdhDT_SGrefazgmimn99qFuOEMyQK2HWCACKhijuZI37afhmvWswEECw47kOuEcPtGjU0F4pQ6qNePVuKW6Qdg3C8ydUZYSOiXmjwUjlkjg2u90sMR4z6XflchX_PyW0GARw/w640-h640/FF2E8AF1-173E-47D2-8982-24D464C4C02D.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Tanner tries to spin down after wolfing out under the full moon in France and going a bit wild. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA5EoIwszM9IJBihW-dBAPXxEVNmmtd0aL0dA0hvS4IWLmYSMbJl3rNmWwtfqrUqvECpPuWwG50IRyz7vDmoS99Qrx81bC4jtlUlZRf0V1d3a6S18kfUmFi3zL8bLL_aoaRmyv3SFBP1kyZT6RbQNMRXjSQmTdO-vIYsW91-Sr9TdzYfrZY71AJN9TJw/s2049/E647EA1F-BB88-4409-ABE7-3A61C55DEDD1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1537" data-original-width="2049" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA5EoIwszM9IJBihW-dBAPXxEVNmmtd0aL0dA0hvS4IWLmYSMbJl3rNmWwtfqrUqvECpPuWwG50IRyz7vDmoS99Qrx81bC4jtlUlZRf0V1d3a6S18kfUmFi3zL8bLL_aoaRmyv3SFBP1kyZT6RbQNMRXjSQmTdO-vIYsW91-Sr9TdzYfrZY71AJN9TJw/s320/E647EA1F-BB88-4409-ABE7-3A61C55DEDD1.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>Undercover officer Alison lets Mark know about the photo studio closing down and the people who run it being really upset about the Ally Peters murder. She also says there are several other people she's checking on - creepy folks that might have something to hide. </p><p><br /></p><p>I also started working on the new Japan set for the Hiroto spinoff tale that will appear here on the blog. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPxvJhH_UxgcKNV_puuFFiXjzp7t9tXRgrX0gkADulmhwzP-rJwA70p5CfvhZaSJE2__b79binDiptnvo2IF7oDUX_7L-g9EWOTFm0rfqtZgEoWQEgTTUlKqMeW1I9GGRnG696GWJX5mMbsBo01v25kVA18xaga66pdFL9CoAumP4lwgXvB2eH6TOgFQ/s2049/3CCDC0A5-ACAC-47F0-B5C7-6E8A4BB134C0.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1537" data-original-width="2049" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPxvJhH_UxgcKNV_puuFFiXjzp7t9tXRgrX0gkADulmhwzP-rJwA70p5CfvhZaSJE2__b79binDiptnvo2IF7oDUX_7L-g9EWOTFm0rfqtZgEoWQEgTTUlKqMeW1I9GGRnG696GWJX5mMbsBo01v25kVA18xaga66pdFL9CoAumP4lwgXvB2eH6TOgFQ/w640-h480/3CCDC0A5-ACAC-47F0-B5C7-6E8A4BB134C0.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPsJSPRFPhp_FBCbhbnqoI6x23o4IgL8EwPog8LjUfk3DFey5TKXPKVY0Gk5DsJl3pf6d8e7VF5hv4smUs50_tsN5y_rfDPZShWtF7f8dn1cAqYiiX4e8g2HBpkZLl4DTi--T-8OKdPZRXyWK64Wakxgek8i9gJUcUNqAH7A-dru89rc8EDGSxJ1m4lg/s2049/923BF3B4-165D-4B7F-B2BC-F507BFB56623.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1537" data-original-width="2049" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPsJSPRFPhp_FBCbhbnqoI6x23o4IgL8EwPog8LjUfk3DFey5TKXPKVY0Gk5DsJl3pf6d8e7VF5hv4smUs50_tsN5y_rfDPZShWtF7f8dn1cAqYiiX4e8g2HBpkZLl4DTi--T-8OKdPZRXyWK64Wakxgek8i9gJUcUNqAH7A-dru89rc8EDGSxJ1m4lg/w640-h480/923BF3B4-165D-4B7F-B2BC-F507BFB56623.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIWru3vZdRyEZkKavRS2a5F2P2Gp1dt0qJHYx5MevPLSERBNn1rQ4544vybrF8lRfNypJoD7G8JB95Lh7s9HCjWarRo0Z1Sha5n2RNMeOcrpnFVmCLZOEhVSv3tu0lna2BNmoXOFX9s9TAYH7SWpmibne25mYbnLtn6GVceN4tG9o-idkvK7xPmIvmig/s2049/E1528636-F571-4C08-97C6-C72D9D1A2EC9.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1537" data-original-width="2049" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIWru3vZdRyEZkKavRS2a5F2P2Gp1dt0qJHYx5MevPLSERBNn1rQ4544vybrF8lRfNypJoD7G8JB95Lh7s9HCjWarRo0Z1Sha5n2RNMeOcrpnFVmCLZOEhVSv3tu0lna2BNmoXOFX9s9TAYH7SWpmibne25mYbnLtn6GVceN4tG9o-idkvK7xPmIvmig/w640-h480/E1528636-F571-4C08-97C6-C72D9D1A2EC9.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>malcoJOJOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12362522805988503279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8386728540021864055.post-54674287148430252342023-03-14T08:46:00.004-07:002023-03-14T08:46:37.819-07:00Fighting Maid Figures - i8 Toys<p style="text-align: right;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisV8JSjv0N7s7wsGK1oRVmJavHxp7obc4xyP2f1yBZdBwP4fv9zbMbydQMMx7mCKD0LkpErJBeGuy1rRg1CzqWVAYPSS-RPcXhoKIQlJx_8xK0DaQO4D1RCCSa94WwmLefuMJ6jhcCBdtJ1uPw4OKe9NhIWyj6EcMWWcyCaFBbi5raQtglZ01wHCLl7Q/s2402/Screen%20Shot%202023-03-14%20at%208.26.49%20AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1658" data-original-width="2402" height="276" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisV8JSjv0N7s7wsGK1oRVmJavHxp7obc4xyP2f1yBZdBwP4fv9zbMbydQMMx7mCKD0LkpErJBeGuy1rRg1CzqWVAYPSS-RPcXhoKIQlJx_8xK0DaQO4D1RCCSa94WwmLefuMJ6jhcCBdtJ1uPw4OKe9NhIWyj6EcMWWcyCaFBbi5raQtglZ01wHCLl7Q/w400-h276/Screen%20Shot%202023-03-14%20at%208.26.49%20AM.png" width="400" /></a> </p><p><br /></p><p>I'm not sure exactly why I like it so much, but I'm digging the "Fighting Maid" style of figures. You see things like this in anime a lot and the figures have the same feel. It's a strange mash-up, but it works well for me. <br /><br /><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>One of my favorites was Rosarita Cisneros from the BLACK LAGOON series. So cool. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1l31xrnxu3de-isR0g8b5qnHUZ5hFtU9zex1rDKUrcKeI0t0bH0u7C26PsXt9SP_LKGjS4wIgPpz_S0bKOVUPyUYSayFIW9Vm_tA0GzmHaCENy37x0WPGcdwxrRMa2FOQqS8ilWQZ9VcvZ2sFmR_4LMKvMvoBrEoAsoHEHsac2q0MIe3FTt-oY6hfIg/s500/ee497f8ba10f564f57091048e6be8d54c542418f_hq.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="341" data-original-width="500" height="218" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1l31xrnxu3de-isR0g8b5qnHUZ5hFtU9zex1rDKUrcKeI0t0bH0u7C26PsXt9SP_LKGjS4wIgPpz_S0bKOVUPyUYSayFIW9Vm_tA0GzmHaCENy37x0WPGcdwxrRMa2FOQqS8ilWQZ9VcvZ2sFmR_4LMKvMvoBrEoAsoHEHsac2q0MIe3FTt-oY6hfIg/s320/ee497f8ba10f564f57091048e6be8d54c542418f_hq.gif" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>This new set is a fun one. Three of these Maids that would make a really cool shelf set. If I had $650 to spend on figures, that is. heh </p><p>There are three figures in this set - each with it's own little style. I like that they are cute, but not overly sexualized like some offerings of this nature. I'm not a prude mind you, but I like a little subtlety. </p><p>They are on <b>HOBBY SEARCH</b> for pre-order at the time of this posting.</p><p><a href="https://www.1999.co.jp/eng/search?typ1_c=108&cat=&target=Series&sortid=6&searchkey=Serene+Hound">https://www.1999.co.jp/eng/search?typ1_c=108&cat=&target=Series&sortid=6&searchkey=Serene+Hound</a></p><p><br /></p><p><b>Serene Hound Cerberus Cer (Fashion Doll)</b></p><p><span style="font-size: x-small;">Content</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-small;">- 1 x serene hound rus figure (hybrid teenage body with metal skeleton)</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-small;">- 1 x head sculpt(movable eyes)</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-small;">- 10 x hands</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-small;">- 1 x tactical backpack</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-small;">- 2 x tactical small bags</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-small;">- 1 x black long-sleeve dress uniform</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-small;">- 1 x maid belly pocket</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-small;">- 1 x black pantyhose</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-small;">- 1 x black high-heeled shoes</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-small;">- 1 x black glasses</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-small;">- 1 x maid headset</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-small;">- 1 x AK-47 assault rifle</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-small;">- 2 x cartridge clip</span></p><p><b><br /></b></p><p><b>Serene Hound Cerberus Rus (Fashion Doll)</b></p><p><b>Serene Hound Cerberus Be (Fashion Doll)</b></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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They turns out to be great. </p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNN1D81PLTIIz2G2hKlcs9frIvPf-SwmG8ZWJtjZCAiv-pXO22N5eZ4QSMeDGdIJpCMIslJfg_FO8Sq17meZY-7Y4bAoJfXpKfZZ1LTj5HFxHnYEbVbDJyVW2KPrFdefQktOe91i6V5T43Fqlwb8L6f-8ZHS1cOCHcEFTbKwuv5cYqGg2oZTtqCxItVw/s1440/2D4D720D-ED60-4A31-B256-784A0B2D6575.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1086" data-original-width="1440" height="482" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNN1D81PLTIIz2G2hKlcs9frIvPf-SwmG8ZWJtjZCAiv-pXO22N5eZ4QSMeDGdIJpCMIslJfg_FO8Sq17meZY-7Y4bAoJfXpKfZZ1LTj5HFxHnYEbVbDJyVW2KPrFdefQktOe91i6V5T43Fqlwb8L6f-8ZHS1cOCHcEFTbKwuv5cYqGg2oZTtqCxItVw/w640-h482/2D4D720D-ED60-4A31-B256-784A0B2D6575.jpeg" width="640" /></a></p><p>Lizzie sends the Anto Spell of Protection to Tanner and Cor as they search for Grazia and Martine. She realizes that she is more attached to Cor than she thought she was. <br /><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsLtEufbYzO8hss653-cEk-upGDb3jUwE7uDW4L5GFrISM6SkdWqjqjbzhQtp0rCjOedZHzX4OaaxgnyQE708zAzElbfSsUu-F1-V2j78QWuIaBZTG4EYEfECfWoY4sdfC5lgCxtaaKX93ZyBS-vtWHRBDP7PKYX_n19bQ4lKb_4BI86JQ7FN9OWCC_g/s2049/5732CCD5-F5DF-4C80-A09C-DBCE2163ED59.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1537" data-original-width="2049" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsLtEufbYzO8hss653-cEk-upGDb3jUwE7uDW4L5GFrISM6SkdWqjqjbzhQtp0rCjOedZHzX4OaaxgnyQE708zAzElbfSsUu-F1-V2j78QWuIaBZTG4EYEfECfWoY4sdfC5lgCxtaaKX93ZyBS-vtWHRBDP7PKYX_n19bQ4lKb_4BI86JQ7FN9OWCC_g/s320/5732CCD5-F5DF-4C80-A09C-DBCE2163ED59.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p>Tanner says her goodbye to Ray. Neither are sure she'll be back. </p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjonBspvr0apRn3Tll8y6UKkmqfUZbTvXzdOZmOyRcsgbFKaoZdW0yLI6OKIZO6wN7Ed07nRMlvysZ0j3uUb7sGhQ7RC5Gbx4oTHFMFwEsuiNdfac2sUFh7F5UxgsswvVe0y22ijxnMhMHGlPZ6zIYxlFvZy69bRvblANFbSLVMtDh8NdNFI1UsVKMpBg/s2049/E0B0ABC6-7A5E-4763-BB6C-8DE6BD861296.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1537" data-original-width="2049" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjonBspvr0apRn3Tll8y6UKkmqfUZbTvXzdOZmOyRcsgbFKaoZdW0yLI6OKIZO6wN7Ed07nRMlvysZ0j3uUb7sGhQ7RC5Gbx4oTHFMFwEsuiNdfac2sUFh7F5UxgsswvVe0y22ijxnMhMHGlPZ6zIYxlFvZy69bRvblANFbSLVMtDh8NdNFI1UsVKMpBg/s320/E0B0ABC6-7A5E-4763-BB6C-8DE6BD861296.jpeg" width="320" /></a></p><p>Angel takes over for Tanner while she's away and meets the new security lead and there are sparks between them. </p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJjWZwY2yRSCPb2r16NKqGOZivCRl7V8xkUXuhIxVlyJKKlQMb2rmQ1tCVjRBP7V9i6rLqs3p3b04l0V42xKc8xgEUt2NwFSgnc0Aaq6LOZo1brwdjZN0kAoF789EB5JjT8TBAHhlwZsHjY2BFnHmdksZdvZ8KmUwuCQjnnIQ3ufkTGfVg5TXCT1b_zA/s2049/FFAF0147-21F1-4CE8-9EB3-6A631B18DAFF.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1537" data-original-width="2049" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJjWZwY2yRSCPb2r16NKqGOZivCRl7V8xkUXuhIxVlyJKKlQMb2rmQ1tCVjRBP7V9i6rLqs3p3b04l0V42xKc8xgEUt2NwFSgnc0Aaq6LOZo1brwdjZN0kAoF789EB5JjT8TBAHhlwZsHjY2BFnHmdksZdvZ8KmUwuCQjnnIQ3ufkTGfVg5TXCT1b_zA/w640-h480/FFAF0147-21F1-4CE8-9EB3-6A631B18DAFF.jpeg" width="640" /></a></p><p>Chelsea Bruni continues her plotting and stays with one of Italy's huge witch leaders Caterina Gelli. Gelli is very happy that Chelsea has returned her son, but says she doesn't want to get involved with Moore's Witch War. Chelsea asks what happens after Giacomina fights Moore and comes back to Italy. </p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBBMp4f17rkbO4IgIK5VlgUaLJWkReanb_9wU-K1JFzefs9B7h0LYcD_e6lQeE3NPna48rKxNxXqeaH2htl8UZX-Bu6ABoHrkv2GqJbiEIM8o4jM_YWb9AiZW9mD_SjH1g4RG72U5GIeI_Jp7kDLtEDJHJciKHa43CfFz6TSrHNiG4aZAfcltVQ51IPQ/s2049/70869FD4-D63F-45AF-BE28-3C353C36851B.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1537" data-original-width="2049" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBBMp4f17rkbO4IgIK5VlgUaLJWkReanb_9wU-K1JFzefs9B7h0LYcD_e6lQeE3NPna48rKxNxXqeaH2htl8UZX-Bu6ABoHrkv2GqJbiEIM8o4jM_YWb9AiZW9mD_SjH1g4RG72U5GIeI_Jp7kDLtEDJHJciKHa43CfFz6TSrHNiG4aZAfcltVQ51IPQ/s320/70869FD4-D63F-45AF-BE28-3C353C36851B.jpeg" width="320" /></a></p><p>Sophie and Lindsay are angry that Aly has not shown up for their photo shoot, not knowing that Aly has been kidnapped and killed by Janice. </p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioJ_L7athDobeTiovvtDCv_icw5XEEOelj-3du9t90a7oSxlXVhUCyQn87QzOpYbiLswNZJIMBcvMp04AMBYo61LlC0sh-prUxsyeErPDku6D8n4U5w_-aB3dARlfNg9H217skMwFcG17wpaed8Xu9HFm_2_Ba3KQ2Thnc32sAFDQMmhhi67-JhnCqhA/s2049/B891DAF1-0836-4F96-B955-ED4817BDFC8E.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1537" data-original-width="2049" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioJ_L7athDobeTiovvtDCv_icw5XEEOelj-3du9t90a7oSxlXVhUCyQn87QzOpYbiLswNZJIMBcvMp04AMBYo61LlC0sh-prUxsyeErPDku6D8n4U5w_-aB3dARlfNg9H217skMwFcG17wpaed8Xu9HFm_2_Ba3KQ2Thnc32sAFDQMmhhi67-JhnCqhA/s320/B891DAF1-0836-4F96-B955-ED4817BDFC8E.jpeg" width="320" /></a></p><p>Heather gets a vision and tells Leo that he, Shane, Min and Claire shouldn't take the trip they have planned. Something bad will happen. Leo thanks her and talks to Shane about rescheduling the trip. </p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5uCaYAOKbs6EOcRnf-tb54gXyMFlYzryJwv5ta7s8efaIocurQVx971RwXzhkcYbAhYS3kn3fAw9ASk6plRuAkrwHyEnRj4Z6F28a_8EoiryVPN4Z9v8LC1AgD2dRiyjK8Ikev8e64f6_3pllJa_PqeDXxMXW5dJ2iPBaOUf96eOztvO9Y7-JsqIl5A/s2049/C359321C-A328-44BA-8AC7-A10A29873E32.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1537" data-original-width="2049" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5uCaYAOKbs6EOcRnf-tb54gXyMFlYzryJwv5ta7s8efaIocurQVx971RwXzhkcYbAhYS3kn3fAw9ASk6plRuAkrwHyEnRj4Z6F28a_8EoiryVPN4Z9v8LC1AgD2dRiyjK8Ikev8e64f6_3pllJa_PqeDXxMXW5dJ2iPBaOUf96eOztvO9Y7-JsqIl5A/s320/C359321C-A328-44BA-8AC7-A10A29873E32.jpeg" width="320" /></a></p><p>Tanner and Cor search for Grazia and Martine in Germany, but can not find them. They plot their next steps and Tanner informs Cor that using a knife as protection from her wolf form isn't as good as staying still and being calm. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-c1BlBUzaGgOwJHlbdZcnNVBHUuFWaTpKT8JvVmDblrd8wErpZRAgwJzC0ym3rcnmQ05Agv_Xsp0ooEgtNfN9M-yXaj66bdANGmXtDYRTaLc66Wt6RA_Uf91HIDv-YVWGLTzhAx1LYKOuOJGHfr-TzD2xMLOPnom2CSVV0QAsvuUi8UEJ4_CKHdG15w/s1440/4CD147B1-35C2-4465-8BD1-C6A92E630E6E.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-c1BlBUzaGgOwJHlbdZcnNVBHUuFWaTpKT8JvVmDblrd8wErpZRAgwJzC0ym3rcnmQ05Agv_Xsp0ooEgtNfN9M-yXaj66bdANGmXtDYRTaLc66Wt6RA_Uf91HIDv-YVWGLTzhAx1LYKOuOJGHfr-TzD2xMLOPnom2CSVV0QAsvuUi8UEJ4_CKHdG15w/s320/4CD147B1-35C2-4465-8BD1-C6A92E630E6E.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p>Olivia wonders if she should call on the darker magic of The Three Mothers -Mater Suspiriorum, the Mother of Sighs. Mater Tenebrarum, the Mother of Darkness. And Mater Lachrymarum, the Mother of Tears. But, part of her knows that that dark magic will be dangerous...won't it?</p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvVAMaYErRojkPWXoUKupw0krXDQUsTNrBujfoxOoeZ3o0lGQ4FZfkB0_BuQf5qLMCzL5twZN5fmzcy6A94eoIgruqsL_GpKTWJ8VryVJUSl_BSHaNUOQvG_kQaR8k2zcFRQCSIBm4QqsErMW0APbYAR_CiMXDkUKA8HE0JkSkMLIDYjyCtf0qaeajbg/s2049/FF6A20D6-7CE9-4EAF-B7A4-6F2C36739288.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1537" data-original-width="2049" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvVAMaYErRojkPWXoUKupw0krXDQUsTNrBujfoxOoeZ3o0lGQ4FZfkB0_BuQf5qLMCzL5twZN5fmzcy6A94eoIgruqsL_GpKTWJ8VryVJUSl_BSHaNUOQvG_kQaR8k2zcFRQCSIBm4QqsErMW0APbYAR_CiMXDkUKA8HE0JkSkMLIDYjyCtf0qaeajbg/w640-h480/FF6A20D6-7CE9-4EAF-B7A4-6F2C36739288.jpeg" width="640" /></a></p><p>Cindy uses her crystal ball and the entity within it to find the location of Grazia and Martine. Darcy asks if it's safe and Cindy makes it clear that she and the entity have an understanding. Darcy sees that Cindy is the Master there. Cindy finds out that Grazia is safe somewhere, but Maritne is in danger in Laon, France. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil6HWmbk5zdBzDruE5cobnblbrRrLU8EBlH2mbLv5jYrmH3scMR3SbbSKAPFURq7-tRVf0KwAk7ApdJY3gr5UYg_ZGrA_lCMz9w6Fl0S8Ha_tKCEr6Vfrs_Lh6porZvp-6dLX3DF9ayGpK1tDCtadfDnBj4TKMzqZbSWMzBgpq4Hivaf7mThPzM_f5rQ/s1920/610BB590-FFF5-49F6-98BA-06D4ECAEFF51.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1920" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil6HWmbk5zdBzDruE5cobnblbrRrLU8EBlH2mbLv5jYrmH3scMR3SbbSKAPFURq7-tRVf0KwAk7ApdJY3gr5UYg_ZGrA_lCMz9w6Fl0S8Ha_tKCEr6Vfrs_Lh6porZvp-6dLX3DF9ayGpK1tDCtadfDnBj4TKMzqZbSWMzBgpq4Hivaf7mThPzM_f5rQ/w400-h225/610BB590-FFF5-49F6-98BA-06D4ECAEFF51.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgZdu726qwfAAiVl7SCoL7hsScLfMgfNhMsau5afQkTXUNGyvzRCkfkM5bm4kKGAJxrCdNY9eA4zCYwk7OyNTiMT55Zcl_1aQ3dJDK2wNGdQhonTBD0CMd-rrVHBeFwK3uHTv6nkdOEdGvEwEE3XHH6pw6SzxQ7vNcLaJC9sIFK2Hlrq5JkBr3Dq9EAQ/s1920/Rescue_Cor07m.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1920" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgZdu726qwfAAiVl7SCoL7hsScLfMgfNhMsau5afQkTXUNGyvzRCkfkM5bm4kKGAJxrCdNY9eA4zCYwk7OyNTiMT55Zcl_1aQ3dJDK2wNGdQhonTBD0CMd-rrVHBeFwK3uHTv6nkdOEdGvEwEE3XHH6pw6SzxQ7vNcLaJC9sIFK2Hlrq5JkBr3Dq9EAQ/w640-h360/Rescue_Cor07m.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAsN88_7JMjf892F3-txDPOeWvgBpzyjXeGlfQGfxgrxH37FP3sLpW_pK5TM3atybK_MKax1CbPq9_WcBVrlBVKAQLi89pLwMne-qeutwESKFe1Xg7OTXPkNLFNBeo2KLrmkJ0wXTxN6KzIuWsxcMuNykda5vfaa3Nmjr6ZzhExP98Ixpkpa__7MJqzg/s1920/Rescue_wolf02.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1920" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAsN88_7JMjf892F3-txDPOeWvgBpzyjXeGlfQGfxgrxH37FP3sLpW_pK5TM3atybK_MKax1CbPq9_WcBVrlBVKAQLi89pLwMne-qeutwESKFe1Xg7OTXPkNLFNBeo2KLrmkJ0wXTxN6KzIuWsxcMuNykda5vfaa3Nmjr6ZzhExP98Ixpkpa__7MJqzg/w640-h360/Rescue_wolf02.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p>The Moore Coven launches a one two punch to get Martine back. The Coven at the Estate use the estates spiritual architecture to boost several spells from the US while Cor and wolf Tanner attack on the ground in Laon. They run into...and through...Tristan Bonhomme during the rescue attempt and save Martine and her Death Jewel Box from the French witch group. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3hen3tgbig6d3DihTvO6Sf3HGtoqro_goCzm9c3bR25Vhb6uLJ8eNobOJuZ_UFwmTmf9Mvsy5GOioEgCZBatJ5ly3eJuNzS4rgRR0cU58fv-3Tid0mJuHF41n7A2n99R8NBCaUO9fBKjTWnUvcZ41U48X7AGkp8ntktNCD_ZuN21QI8zbxIoM3zl8RQ/s1920/D8A4CDAC-81E8-4F02-95DE-6CE3002922B4.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1920" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3hen3tgbig6d3DihTvO6Sf3HGtoqro_goCzm9c3bR25Vhb6uLJ8eNobOJuZ_UFwmTmf9Mvsy5GOioEgCZBatJ5ly3eJuNzS4rgRR0cU58fv-3Tid0mJuHF41n7A2n99R8NBCaUO9fBKjTWnUvcZ41U48X7AGkp8ntktNCD_ZuN21QI8zbxIoM3zl8RQ/w640-h360/D8A4CDAC-81E8-4F02-95DE-6CE3002922B4.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Morgause tells Poe that she needs to continue training the women of The House and the Estate because the various factions of the Witch War are getting restless. She also asks Poe if she has her special weapon <span style="text-align: center;">Pugnus Caelorum with her. Poe informs her that she does have the gun...and would love to use it. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSRdg3d_VIsSvdQs-pb5GY5ig-eTjccxX-PwQd-Qp-1z_BvJsLgdJtmQDupuD9XiYmDveBiIAGITFQceUyMbgeE1j1DceizSnPqNvn8vJ44Kadp13nETc_G62anvStzUstJwfeHSIkz18Rebs-XtZstqPu3nfzFk1awDsIAIPTQIVf0dGZNbumIhbQVw/s2049/9C219863-B97C-4BA4-9C0F-6E0637203859.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1537" data-original-width="2049" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSRdg3d_VIsSvdQs-pb5GY5ig-eTjccxX-PwQd-Qp-1z_BvJsLgdJtmQDupuD9XiYmDveBiIAGITFQceUyMbgeE1j1DceizSnPqNvn8vJ44Kadp13nETc_G62anvStzUstJwfeHSIkz18Rebs-XtZstqPu3nfzFk1awDsIAIPTQIVf0dGZNbumIhbQVw/s320/9C219863-B97C-4BA4-9C0F-6E0637203859.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: center;">Janice makes friends with the new CUPPA girl (and undercover detective) Alison. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: center;"><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE9qSUtPLDW-_ZBC5Scdl-1MZ6cbIJH9JPrtBd12-p3OlGqQYdb7xZNVwTwTYhJiFbKSTYRLvhVufWcHeaLIoOSmWsPI7r8CbCigC2Wqy16df49n2ZCkA3oFD0uItErpTbu-ScmpoRh3vRdXwfDCH1RD1EaK2Pid8cKOfpAjufBAUWMX3M4-zyaaqfHw/s2049/12071AE5-BAF0-4214-906F-DEBFA389A6B4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1537" data-original-width="2049" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE9qSUtPLDW-_ZBC5Scdl-1MZ6cbIJH9JPrtBd12-p3OlGqQYdb7xZNVwTwTYhJiFbKSTYRLvhVufWcHeaLIoOSmWsPI7r8CbCigC2Wqy16df49n2ZCkA3oFD0uItErpTbu-ScmpoRh3vRdXwfDCH1RD1EaK2Pid8cKOfpAjufBAUWMX3M4-zyaaqfHw/w640-h480/12071AE5-BAF0-4214-906F-DEBFA389A6B4.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: center;">Janice's appetite gets the better of her and she snatches model Aly as she's on her way to the studio. 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( ...but, will return as Hiroto's sister in the Hiroto spinoff story that will appear here soon! ) </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfOUvRgE7Z5dJyW8e14nR-M2RZy0jANDzuUTTyOaB-ttaBISWnHj88KK7l1yEiAcZsXYoWgFSWsHZUCkFwFetS1wBd5G8DMS1tsmuyrelQCm8IG6jKbQrKDRIZrpAR3JRcrC669YM6JKq1mA6mZK8L4kMMhyvzvGaiXv7gTASE1v5RP4YRdAu-ZYRboA/s1440/F81065D8-64D7-4540-9602-5EC874D34D05.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfOUvRgE7Z5dJyW8e14nR-M2RZy0jANDzuUTTyOaB-ttaBISWnHj88KK7l1yEiAcZsXYoWgFSWsHZUCkFwFetS1wBd5G8DMS1tsmuyrelQCm8IG6jKbQrKDRIZrpAR3JRcrC669YM6JKq1mA6mZK8L4kMMhyvzvGaiXv7gTASE1v5RP4YRdAu-ZYRboA/w640-h640/F81065D8-64D7-4540-9602-5EC874D34D05.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: center;">Grazia wakes up in a sort of dungeon area and doesn't know how she's gotten there...or who her German speaking captors are. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht023EYg_7677tp8ZVfMnh4V2NRuBBD0vZoQj21w5g4_mY_UuEMhRbm3jw8ypXXABeNnUbASkxgItWTcgKcp8rfpmBbCVaiGkwt0lj4St5J7boFQFV9rFVwO7b21hKTUVH7hfsr2FciCOupHMMpdpYItZOGVQ3v9Ts2G_tvnOxOnyn9aj_EZe0Zi9Ekg/s2049/495D67F4-CD39-4AA3-A4A7-E833C2A26E5C.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1537" data-original-width="2049" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht023EYg_7677tp8ZVfMnh4V2NRuBBD0vZoQj21w5g4_mY_UuEMhRbm3jw8ypXXABeNnUbASkxgItWTcgKcp8rfpmBbCVaiGkwt0lj4St5J7boFQFV9rFVwO7b21hKTUVH7hfsr2FciCOupHMMpdpYItZOGVQ3v9Ts2G_tvnOxOnyn9aj_EZe0Zi9Ekg/w400-h300/495D67F4-CD39-4AA3-A4A7-E833C2A26E5C.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Zampa snaps Olivia out of her "poor me" state, reminding her that she's a powerful force in this world, not a victim, and it's time she started acting like it again. This gets Olivia up off her arse and she starts to organize a rescue of Martine and Grazia from Europe. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7hCBSbg6V2oyxPLMnTpSbaVWoCJoFktLIiBjbChf5Gu5ALNU5SDKsiUTVDzjhCdgxkYYO3njG5hajMQ9DdlmKst5q8jbq5AtfyyuC4Df0c-Wn0aO6yl8G8ZzSbqb_VjykXJd6yYxNCkkGnlFkiw1VbWr6vA4oLgcHkk8QP0K18De8a1DkV07X8HEGgA/s2049/21107DD7-B9CE-4132-BDB9-6EED80C37DA4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1537" data-original-width="2049" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7hCBSbg6V2oyxPLMnTpSbaVWoCJoFktLIiBjbChf5Gu5ALNU5SDKsiUTVDzjhCdgxkYYO3njG5hajMQ9DdlmKst5q8jbq5AtfyyuC4Df0c-Wn0aO6yl8G8ZzSbqb_VjykXJd6yYxNCkkGnlFkiw1VbWr6vA4oLgcHkk8QP0K18De8a1DkV07X8HEGgA/w400-h300/21107DD7-B9CE-4132-BDB9-6EED80C37DA4.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Claire works with Severina to polish her animal communication powers and it goes very well. 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