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sacred about it.”
    “There’s no way it ended up in that particular spot by accident.”
    Kira coughed. “Because of the energy, right?”
    “The ley lines.”
    “I don’t do energy.”
    “Yeah.” Megan crossed her arms, mirroring Kira, and wished she didn’t feel so depressed. “I didn’t think you did.”
    Kira gave her a pained look. She did not look particularly happy to have won the argument. Instead, she went over to the boulder, circled it suspiciously, and gave it the kind of solid pat you’d give a dog.
    Megan watched her, perplexed.
    “Not that I believe any of this, but wouldn’t other people already know about this? Why aren’t there New Age witches making pilgrimages to my back lot?”
    “I don’t know.” Better not to tell her there would be soon. First Megan would come back on her own, at night, when Kira wasn’t around, and get a better sense of what exactly she’d found; then she’d tell the local energy workers. Once they experienced this energy, Kira was going to have a crowd. “Maybe the murder story was started as a way to keep people away from here.”
    “Why would someone do that?”
    “Who knows? In any case, the site must have been forgotten a long time ago. And it’s small. The ley lines are strong, but I don’t think they extend very far. I’ve never sensed them anywhere else in the neighborhood. Even if they do extend out, people have built on top of them and destroyed any access. This is an amazing find.”
    “I can’t believe this,” Kira grumbled.
    “You can’t build here. Please. Moving that stone would be…”
    “Sacrilege?” Kira supplied the word she was looking for, as if she understood. She seemed to be familiar with the concept of standing stones, not that that meant anything. She was a developer. She was going to destroy this magical site before anyone even had a chance to see what it could do. That was what developers did.
    But not if Megan had anything to say about it.
    “Moving that stone is not a good idea.”
    Kira ran her hands through her hair. “You’re right, I do think you’re nuts. I realize you totally believe what you’re saying, but it’s nuts. I don’t care if there’s a vortex of energy or what-have-you here or not. I bought this land so I could build here. And it’s going to be an awesome spa.”

Chapter Four
     
    “I’ll leave the room now so you can get undressed,” Megan said hurriedly, backing out of her massage room before Barbara Fenhurst, her new client, finished stripping.
    She shut the door to the converted bedroom on the second floor of her townhouse and checked her watch. Usually she went downstairs for a few minutes to wait, but this client wasn’t going to need long to change, so instead Megan waited in the hallway outside the room and clasped her hands behind her back to stretch as she estimated how many minutes—seconds?—she should wait before she knocked.
    “I’m ready,” Barbara called out from behind the door.
    Megan went in and there was Barbara Fenhurst lying on the table, buck naked. She was sure she had asked her to lie under the sheet. It was part of her standard instructions: on the table with your head at this end, faceup,
under the sheet
. Guess she shouldn’t have bothered with her line about it being okay to leave your underwear on if you’re not comfortable getting completely undressed.
    “Let me get another sheet to cover you.” Megan headed for the closet. This was not the first time a client had failed to understand the turned-down sheet as an invitation to climb in under it. Most people were nervous the first time they got a massage, and that made it easy to get confused.
    “You don’t need to cover me,” Barbara protested. “My old masseuse never used a sheet.”
    There weren’t many professionals who still did that, now that the industry was regulated and trying to gain mainstream respect, but there would probably always be a few old-school massage therapists who believed