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looks like we have it all to ourselves.”
    â€œI’ll bet there’s a guard snooping around someplace,” Marc said.
    â€œThat would seem logical,” Heather said.
    But there was no one else at the site.
    â€œWe’re all alone,” Marc said. He looked at Heather.
    â€œDon’t get icky,” she warned.
    Confusion sprang into his eyes, his face. “What are you talking about, Heather?”
    â€œSkip it, Marc.” Is he retarded? “This place is spooky,” she said, changing the subject.
    â€œCome on,” Marc said. “Let’s explore some.” He leaned his bike against the trunk of a huge oak tree. Then, almost as an afterthought, he pushed the bike into the thick foliage, concealing it. Heather looked at him strangely, but remained silent. She too hid her bike beside his.
    As the young people walked toward the dig site, Heather said, “I could have sworn there was a breeze blowing on the way out here.”
    â€œThere was,” Marc replied, looking around the deserted site.
    â€œThen what happened to it?”
    â€œMaybe it doesn’t blow here,” Marc replied mysteriously.
    â€œThat’s stupid, Marc. What in the world would prevent it?”
    â€œMaybe it isn’t of this world,” Marc said with a grin.
    He lost his grin as a sudden chill touched both of them.
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    â€œWould you explain that statement?” Maryruth asked.
    â€œOver my head, you mean?”
    She nodded.
    â€œI don’t know that I can, Maryruth. It’s . . . just a feeling I have, that’s all. I know, I know – that isn’t being very professional. But . . . I told you, for a moment while I was talking with Van, I experienced a ... a horrible sensation. Do you remember seeing sci-fi and horror movies as a kid?”
    She nodded, wondering where Jerry was going with this.
    â€œRemember how you would get . . . well, almost a mindless sensation of terror? You’d be afraid of walking home in the dark and end up running. There was something waiting to grab you behind every bush.”
    Again, she nodded. “A feeling of not being able to cope, not being able to retain control. Yes. I remember quite well. It’s a horrible feeling.”
    â€œWell, all right. That’s the same feeling I got for a moment with Van.”
    Maryruth looked at Jerry for a moment. “Before I give you the name of a good psychiatrist and suggest you see that person for treatment, Jerry, what in the hell are you getting at?”
    Jerry laughed and then proceeded to describe the highlights of his morning: the screaming fight with Lisa; the two young kids, Marc and Heather; and of his thinking of an ‘aura’ as he looked at them.
    â€œYou think those two kids are somehow tied in with what has – is – happening?”
    â€œI don’t know. Nothing would surprise me now.” He was silent for a moment, then added, “Maybe I do need to see a shrink.”
    â€œWhat you need, I’m thinking, is some time away from this office and your . . . domestic problems. Have you had lunch?”
    He shook his head. “No. And I just realized I’m hungry.”
    She stood up and Jerry realized then she was, as the saying goes, ‘built to last.’
    Maryruth said, “Come on. If you don’t mind starting a lot of gossip, and believe me, in a small town there certainly will be some gossip, come on over to my house. I’ll fix some lunch and we can talk. Maybe out of this office we can both look at what happened today in a different light – put things in perspective.”
    Jerry smiled and closed the open folder on his desk. “Maryruth, that’s the best offer I’ve had all day.”
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    â€œI hate to say this, Marc,” Heather said. “But this is not at all what I was expecting to see.”
    They stood gazing through a chain-link fence, looking at a huge hole in the ground. It looked as