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exaggerated sigh. “I sense the supernatural. I do not control it. I have almost no power of my own. My banishment spell was amongst the most complex that I’ve ever done and it probably didn’t do more than just annoy the spirits away. They will be back and, from the feel of it, a lot more are coming. I think he’s resurrected the entire lineage of the native people in this area by calling on the Vikings.”
    David shook his head. “I don’t like all this witchcraft talk and I don’t like that my son is involved.”
    Something inside snapped. I whirled on David and screamed at him, “If you’d spent more time paying attention to your son, rather than sticking conversion tracts to my front door, maybe your son wouldn’t have gotten involved.”
    David rocked back on his heels. My heart thudded in my chest. “I saw the tracts in your basement.”
    David squared his shoulders and raised his chin. “I will not apologize for trying to bring the word of God—”
    “The word of God?” I snarled. “You’ve been taping those things about dying and burning in hell to my door!”
    “I only want to open your eyes to what awaits you unless you accept Jesus—”
    I held up a hand. “Don’t or so help me, I’ll get back on a plane and leave you all here to clean up this mess.”
    David stopped speaking.
    “So,” Jeremy said into the awkward silence, “let’s stay on target here. We all agree we need to work together so that the creepy, scary spirits can go back to wherever spirits come from and leave us alone.” Jeremy looked around. “Right?”
    I frowned, a hint of heat rising in my face. “Yes,” I said, growling out the word. Then, I took a deep breath and settled my anger at David. “You’re right, Jeremy.” I turned to David and said, “I wouldn’t even ask you to be involved, except for Manny. He’s the one who can help. Can you at least understand that?”
    Creases formed in David’s face and, for the first time, I noticed the worry lines around his eyes and how tired he looked. Manny was into the drug-and-party scene in Halifax. They’d moved to the St. Anthony area hoping a small, quiet town could help their son; instead, all the O’Tooles had gotten for their efforts was a son practicing witchcraft. I could understand their worry.
    “I’ve seen demons cast out of people before,” David said, his tone flat. “It took a lot of prayer.”
    I stared at David. “You’ve seen demons?”
    “When I was a teenager. I saw that thing twist and churn while the pastors forced it to leave. We were there all night. Satan’s followers are real, Miss Mills.”
    I chewed on that tidbit of information. In front of me was a powerful ally that was an enemy simply due to terminology. I let that sink in for a moment. Mrs. Saunders was right; not all Christians were bad. I mean, David O’Toole was still a moron, but all my neighbours were some flavour of Christian. I reminded myself that, beyond the crazy-tract person or persons, my neighbours were always friendly to me. I swallowed my pride. I would work with this.
    “Then, we’re on the same side. We both want these . . . whatever you want to call them, put back where they belong.”
    He remained quiet for a moment before nodding his head. “I don’t want to see any of your voodoo near my house again.”
    I lifted my hands in surrender. “I will do my best.”
    “And stay away from my son,” he said, snarling.
    “David, please—”I began, but he cut me off.
    “And no devil worship. You’ve done enough damage.”
    I glared at the idiot, but the pleading look from Jeremy was enough to keep my mouth clamped shut. Here was a man who believed in spirits, but wouldn’t let me do anything about them!
    Manny returned and handed me three pages of printer paper. I folded them without looking; it would only make me angrier. I ran through some basic things for Manny and David to say in their statement. Jeremy frowned at me—I was breaking the law,