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Jericho stuck his head in He spoke with urgency "Will You should see this"

The press had gathered on the front steps of the museum, their notepads at the ready They looked mean and bored and ready for a story with blood in it The Pentacle Killer had been good for business; it must have been hard to let that slip away At the front was T S Woodhouse himself

"I’ll handle this" Will walked out and the reporters snapped to attention "Gentle for a peek at the ain at ten thirty toerald! Hey, Fitz--over here!" The reporters tried to outshout one another

"Have you recovered from your arrest?"

"Yeah, Professor--why’d they take you to the clubhouse? You bump somebody off?"

"What can you tell us about the Pentacle Killer?"

"Any truth to the rumor that there was some element of the supernatural involved? Some old hocus-pocus?" T S Woodhouse asked

Will held out his hands in appeaserimace "I leave the supernatural to the host?" T S Woodhouse persisted "That’s the ru around, Professor"

"The police have given a stateentle "

Woodhouse turned to Evie "Miss O’Neill? Got a stateo inside It’s cold," Will said

Evie stood on the steps, shts She’d left her coat inside and the chilly October wind cut through her dress Will wanted her to go inside Then he would send her back to Ohio, where her parents would also tell her to go inside, in effect She was tired of being told hoas by this generation, who’d botched things so badly They’d sold their children a pack of lies: God and country Love your parents All is fair And then they’d sent those boys, her brother, off to fight a great monster of a war that maimed and killed and destroyed whatever was inside the her toWell, she wouldn’t She kne that the world was a long way from fair She knew the monsters were real

"I’ll tell you what happened," she said Her eyes shone with a hard light

"Evie, don’t," Uncle Will warned, but already the press had turned and taken note of her A raph, and Evie blinked frolare of it

"What’s your naeline O’Neill But my friends call me Evie Of course, they usually call hed