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That's a scream.” He started walking back to his SUV. “If someone can teach him the rules,” he muttered and laughed again.
    Jamison looked up at her again, or maybe he was just looking up, thinking. But then whatever he'd been thinking couldn't have been good; he jumped out of his car and ran to the sheriff’s vehicle.
    The man rolled down his window.
    “Sheriff? Hey, uh, would you mind helping me out for a minute?”
    “What is it, son?”
    “Uh. Uh. I need to go onto the Somerled compound and talk to them, and I uh...uh...”
    “And you don't want to go alone? That's silly, son. They're friends of your Granddad's. Been helping him bring in his crops ever since they moved in, and they did the whole season for him this year. They're good people. The best.”
    “I know. I know, but, it's just that there's this girl—”
    “Skye? You scared of Skye?” The sheriff raised his chin and blinked slowly. “Ah, I see. Well, let's get going, if we're going.”
    “Really? Oh, that's great. Thanks.”
    Jamison ran back to his car and Skye shimmied down the tree. Two seconds after her feet hit the ground, she was inside the house, leaning back against the door.
    Jonathan stood five feet from her, hands on his hips, frowning.
    “Not now, Jonathan. The sheriff is coming. With Kenneth's grandson.”
    Jonathan looked toward the window.
    “Oh? I think now is the perfect time. Dont' you?”
    “Perfect time for what?” Lucas came down the hall, filling the space with his wide and generously draped shoulders.
    Oh, not Lucas!
    Having to confess to Jonathon would have been bad enough. She might have even been able to get most of it out before the doorbell rang, maybe even gotten a gentle reading of the situation from him without having to hear Lucas’ opinion. But now, with Marcus gone, and Lucas in charge, she felt like she'd been sent straight to the judge without first getting to explain to her lawyer.

CHAPTER SIX
    With the sheriff following closely, Jamison had never driven so perfectly in his life.
    He held his breath, as he always had, when he drove under that beloved arch of tree branches that meant his journey was over. The trees had been there since the beginning of time if their size had much to do with it. And even though they were in front of the neighbor's house, not Granddad's, it was still the gateway to home.
    The Parker Place, that had turned into the Somerled Compound/Farm three years before, was typical of most farms. The house sat out close to the road with a decent sized lawn in front. The driveway ran down the right side of the house, widened in the rear, then ran back out along the left side. No one with a brain would think about entering down the left side of the house, even without an exit sign.
    That's what Jamison liked about his small town. There wasn't a need to mark every entrance and exit to keep traffic flowing. Drivers knew how to drive. People didn't live on top of each other, getting pissed when someone had their music up too loud or on too late at night. In the country, no one was close enough to hear.
    Even Man Exploding Ceremonies could be safely carried out without your neighbors knowing, unless your neighbor was stupid enough to be up at three in the morning, which no neighbor should.
    Guilt fell to his shoulders like a heavy horse blanket as he pulled around the back of the Somerled's. Whatever had happened to his friends was his fault. If he'd been a good neighbor, only one person would have disappeared last night, not three. And he wasn't responsible for the first one. Poor idiot.
    On top of it all, his grandfather wouldn't be too happy with him being so inhospitable as to drive instead of walking over, let alone bringing a cop for backup. But at least feeling guilty was better that being scared to death that he'd be the next one to disappear—although that hadn't completely been ruled out. Of course, if they did decide to make Jamison disappear in a few days, he'd have his curiosity