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Riddled with relief, she paused

Plastic The daround, staring at the horned god for a ure was close, and she could now see that she was taller than the creature by a good two or three inches

She smiled

It looked at her, and turned to run

Jenna wasn’t about to let this fool go She sprinted after it, glad for the training she’d been coht her how to run well over uneven surfaces like the jagged line of standing and broken gravestones within the ceure turned back once and saw that she was almost upon it

Jenna heard a yelp of panic

They were nearly back to the middle of the cemetery when she made a dive and tackled the creature

"Ouch! Stop it! You’re hurting od ht, and saw the least likely of assailants

It was a kid She estier He had a freckled face, and sandy red hair, a spattering of acne and a look of sheer terror in his brown eyes

"What did you think you were doing?" Jenna de with you A little scare for Halloween!"

Jenna stood and reached down a hand The kid stood, and looked quickly to the side as if he was ready to bolt again

"Oh, no, no, no! Who are you, what are you doing and who set you up to do this?" she deripped his wrist in an iron vise

"Ow!" the kid wailed

"You’re not going anywhere I’ the police"

A look of petrified alarm came to his face "No, please! Please--please, please don’t do that"

"Then you’d better start talking"

She fu, she tried not to let on that it was going to be difficult to carry out her threat

The graveyard was empty now except for the two of theathered around, anxious for excitehts Jenna kept her attention focused on the boy

"You knoho I am, don’t you?" she asked

He looked away

"Don’t you?" she deain around his wrist

"Yeah," he said dully "You’re that whacked-out FBI lady who talks to ghosts--and ants to let a crazy killer out on the streets!"

She gritted her teeth "No one is going to let a crazy killer out on the streets But you, young ht I aht have taken a shot at you!"

"It’s plastic!" he protested

"You h, plastic or no, I wouldn’t have known, and I ood i"

He was silent, his cheeks red "Look, I’ht at first that it ht be the bitter David Yates, or his co to be either Those two had to be seventeen now

"My mom will probably kill me," he murmured

"Your name and your mom’s na this"

"Marty--Martin Keller And…I just did it because I hear the about you and that Mr Hall They’re all angry They say the cops have a killer and Mr Hall is such a hotshot attorney he wants to prove that a crazy kid is innocent just because he can He doesn’t care if they let Malachi out on the streets, because he lives in Boston And the rest of us will all be hacked up in our beds"

Jenna took a deep breath "What made you choose this costume?" she asked, somewhat calmer

He lowered his head "We had it at the school for years Every year, they do a play--about the witchcraft trials, you know? And about the city now, and hoe all have to learn to like each other, whether we’re Jewish or witches or whatever Nobody uses it after the first of the year Nobody cares about it I was going to put it back, honest, just as soon as Halloween is over"

"And that’s it? The costume was convenient?"

"It is a scary costume Please--scary, huh?"

"What else?" Jenna asked

He looked away again

She shook his arm "I can and will call the police!" she warned Well, she would--when she found her phone

He let out a long sigh of surrender and aggravation "Okay, I wanted to be a big shot I wanted to tell the kids at school that I’dhave you been chasing ?"

"How many days?"