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there.   Has two years of community college, licensed massage therapist in the state of Oregon and Washington. 
    Eleanor Wentworth, age seventy-four, single, lives alone in a rented house on Cooper St. near 82nd.  No record.  No siblings or known family.  Retired. 
    Not too much to go on for either of them, but they’d do a more thorough check if necessary.  Since neither of them had a listed job they might be at, Nick decided to hit them up at their residences.  Keying in Meiliyn’s address into his GPS, he started off to the East side.  Twenty minutes later, he was climbing back into his car after finding her not at home.  Sitting in the car, he considered his options.  He could call her cellphone and arrange a time to meet her, or he could stick around for a bit and see if she came back, or move on to Ellie’s place.
    He hated waiting.
    Starting up the car, he fed the address in for Eleanor’s house.  This time luck was on his side and his knock at the door was answered after a brief pause by the woman herself. 
    Ellie Wentworth looked like everyone’s favorite grandmother.  Her long graying hair was gathered back into a fat braid and then coiled up at the crown of her head.  A long string of pearls looped around her throat and matching earrings hung from her ears.  Wearing a high necked, floral print dress with an apron, she dried her hands as she pulled the door open.  Pale blue eyes looked to him expectantly, without a trace of annoyance at finding a stranger on her doorstep.  “Can I help you?” she smiled pleasantly. 
    “Good morning, Ma’am,” Nick smiled back just as pleasantly; he could be polite when the occasion called for it.  “I’m Sergeant Gibson, I wonder if I might ask you a few questions about Skye Mackenzie?”  He showed his badge and waited for her to inspect it to her satisfaction.
    “About Skye?  Oh dear, I hope she’s not in any trouble,” she clucked, pulling the door open wider.  “Please, won’t you come in?”
    Interesting, that was the second time her friends made the assumption she was in some kind of trouble.  “Thank you, Ma’am.”  He stepped across the threshold, observing the interior with interest.  It didn’t look different from any house he’d been in before, no peculiar knick knacks or pagan artifacts like he’d seen at the victim’s house, but then again; he was only being shown the parlor.  “Out of curiosity, what makes you think she’s in trouble?”
    “You’re with the police aren’t you?  I assume you’re not here because she’s won the Nobel peace award,” Ellie chuckled, shutting the door. 
    “No, I’m not,” Nick admitted, moving deeper into the room. 
    “I’ve got the kettle on, would you care for a cup of tea?”
    “No thank you, Ma’am, I’m fine.”
    “Sit then, I’ll be back in half a tick.”  She shooed him towards the seating group in front of the fireplace as the whistle of the kettle rose shrilly. 
    Instead of sitting, Nick continued to examine the room, noting there were no books referencing new age or pagan subjects.  Though there was an interesting stone carving hanging over the fireplace mantle, depicting a man’s face surrounded by leaves that became his beard and hair. 
    “Here we are,” Ellie called out brightly, returning with a tray laden with a silver tea service and a plate of muffins.  “I brought an extra cup in case you change your mind.”
    “This is a very interesting art piece you have here, Miss Wentworth,” Gibson pointed to the carving.
    “Oh, that’s an old piece, handed down through the family for generations,” she smiled with obvious pride.  “It’s quite a nice representation of the Green Man.”
    “Green Man?”  The carving was done in a dark grey stone, not at all green. 
    “Yes, it’s a common enough motif.  You know they’ve been found all over the world?  In all cultures and religions; it’s fascinating really.  Would you care for a