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to fire science experts."
    "Switch the station, Tyb."
    He fiddled with the dial, and after a moment of static, a voice faded in. "While officials are not sure what caused the fireball to expand at such a rate, well over a fifty-mile radius has been affected by the snow-like particulate matter falling from the sky. Residents of California, north to south, are encouraged to stay indoors and wear a respitory mask when going outside."
    Again, Tyb fiddled with the radio's dial and found a new station. This one scared me most of all. I knew that voice. Hoped never to hear it, let alone listen to the insanity spewing forth. My eyes never left Tyb's as that voice of evil sank into my brain and chilled my bones.
    "And when I find that lying bitch, I will skin her alive. No one leaves me.   No one.  Selesta, your ass is mine. When I find you, you lying cunt, you will learn who is master of their universe. You were my wife. No more. Now you are the hunted. Skin you. Skin you. Skin you…."
     

 
     
    Chapter Six
     
    Tyb and I both jumped when his cell phone rang. The ringtone he had sounded like an old rotary phone, and it killed the silence between the radio, Tyb and I.
    He answered the call, relief washing over his face. "Hey, wench… Yeah, we've settled in nicely. What's up with the shit I'm hearing on the radio ?...You're fucking kidding me… Fuck… What do you want me to do?... That's it? Seriously? Bucky would love to get in on that action… Fine, your call…. Can do… Okay, see you in three days. Oh, and Mara? I have a hell of a question for you. Why would Christopher Haytham's voice be heard on the radio, no more than five minutes ago? … He was talking mad shit about what he'd do to Selesta…" Tyb flashed his eyes at me before looking away and speaking to his sister. "Skin her… yeah. Uh, let me check…" He looked at the station dial on the radio. "101.9…. No, no, no. Don't tell me that sort of shit, sister of mine. Fuck me not." Tyb ran a frustrated hand through his black hair. "Okay. Will do. Three days, no more. Otherwise we're on full fucking lockdown… Got it. See you." Tyb ended the call and looked to me. "Wasn't really going to show you the treehouse unless it became imperative. But it has the tools I need. Mara thinks your husband may have tagged you with a radio chip. Some fancy spy shit. Sub-dermal implant that sends a ping when it's triggered by a FM radio frequency. Can also pirate the radio frequency to broadcast, which is what happened. Haytham has access to a satellite and its feed. So in about twenty minutes he'll get a vague idea where you are when the signal bounces back to him. Which means he's alive and well."
    A massive sinking feeling made its presence known in the pit of my stomach. "Seriously? What can we do?" I hoped against hope there was something I could do to prevent that signal from reaching Christos.
    "Come on, Izzy. We don't want the ghost of Selesta resurrected." He trotted out the house, and down the path. I followed him, shutting the door behind me.
    I quickened my pace to reach his side. "Where we going?"
    "Gotta get in the Mule and haul ass to the treehouse. Got no time to spare."
    I took that as a challenge and ran full throttle down the winding path, reaching the farm golf-cart before he did. I sat in the seat, hands on the grab bar, eagerly awaiting Tyb to get this clown car going.
    He hopped in, started it up and away we went. Good thing I hand the grab bar, because skidding through muddy curves on two wheels had me leaning out the side, only to duck back into the cab so tree and brush limbs didn't whack me in the face. There was no trail he drove on as he wended his way through thick forest growth. Five minutes at breakneck speed had us at the base of a massive dead tree in a nearly-empty glade.
    Tyb spoke. "Ever see  The Princess Bride ?"
    "Uh, yes, only a thousand times." Cary Elwes in a black mask. OMG, yummy. That pirate could pillage my ship any day. Shiver my