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"You do have faith in me," she muret on ho"

"And why is that?"

"Sa to want reed to defend Malachi Srinned "Faith, lass I live by it!" he said cheerfully

It was good to be back at Uncle Ja up here as a teenager She sirls who had been glad to see her--and she brought the excite with her

They’d shopped at the wonderful stores; they’d played at being Wiccan, and it had surprised her at first that her Catholic parents hadn’t ht in their own country over religion and economics and were tolerant

Jaree that it was a benign house Whatever ghosts remained, they were tolerant, as well

Jenna went to sleep in the familiar old bedroom her uncle had always referred to as "hers" Jamie had allowed her to have her whims: there were posters of Gwen Stefani and No Doubt and other groups on the walls They were a little incongruous there, since the bedroom was furnished entirely in period furniture, not frohteenth century Her bed was a four-poster; an old seafaring trunk sat at the foot of it, and a washstand with an antique ewer stood against the wall, along with an old wardrobe To walk into the room--other than the posters and the stuffed Disney creatures on the shelves--was to walk into another ti tih her head She admired her uncle and his steadfast faith; all the evidence in the world ainst Malachi Smith, but Jamie believed in him

When she fell asleep at last, she wasn’t sure that she had done so The rooht There seemed to be movement in her room, a movement of shadows, and then they stood still at the foot of her bed, staring at her

It was a group of women, and they were in the rather stern and drab shades of the late sixteen hundreds Only one seehtly different color, and in the shadows Jenna thought it ht be a dark crimson They just stared at her, and even she, as accusto the dead, felt a deep unease And then an old woman in the front lifted a hand toward her She whispered so, and at first, Jenna couldn’t make out the words She wanted to wake up; she wanted to reach over and turn on the bedside light or just let out a scream and run into the hallway

But then she co to speak

"Don’t let the dead have died in vain"

Her throat was still tight; she was still so afraid And, yet, she was the one who sought out those who had died

Words caain

"Don’t let the blood run, don’t let more blood run Don’t let your blood run"

Saht in the oing to do it pro bono

Jenna decided that her uncle really did kno to read people

By the ti dreaht have been It had been natural, certainly The conversation all day had been about blood and ered on Salem and the city’s past

When she opened the door, dressed and ready to go as Jah he ht have been a bit irritated that they both were confident he wouldn’t back away fro--I have to spend time at court I have to become the attorney of record, see what the public defender has done, see where custody lies, fileday," he said "I’ements for Malachi to be seen by a courtappointed psychiatrist, and if we’re going for a not-guilty plea, I have toas possible"

"I’," Jenna assured hio," he said "Sarunted "I’ll drive You two do what I say, sit when I say sit and wait as long as you have to wait"