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them to stop him?
    Yes! But she didn't want them to know what she'd done. Didn't want her coven to know.
    Ravyn took a sip from the bottle of water that had been provided, and looked up as the door opened. A tall Latino officer and a shorter, balding cop with a mustache entered the room.
    The Hispanic man stuck out his hand. "I'm Detective Carlos Mungia, and this is my partner, Detective Scott Harris. Thanks for coming in."
    Ravyn nodded and shook his hand. The other cop eyed her with a mixture of contempt and suspicion. He smoothed the sparse hair on top of his head before extending the same greeting.
    The moment she took his hand, Ravyn's whole body tensed. She wanted to release it immediately, but her grip held tight, almost as if she were suffering a spasm. Nausea rolled from her stomach and up her throat. Her eyes fluttered shut, and images flashed across her mind.
    An evil leer on the detective's face. A woman was screaming and cowering, arms over her head as if warding off a blow .
    The scene faded to a darkened road. Detective Harris was standing behind an open trunk, accepting a wad of cash and handing a long package to a tattooed, burly man with mean eyes and greasy hair .
    And there was another flash:
    The same man, Harris, inside a rundown apartment. A young girl, maybe twelve or thirteen, eyes round in fear, blood dripping from her nose. There was swelling beneath her left eye.
    "Miss Skyler, are you okay?"
    Ravyn wasn't sure which detective had spoken, but her eyes snapped open and she was staring into Scott Harris's face. His skin had lightened a few shades, and lines pinched the corners of his mouth. He tugged his hand free and the images disappeared. Ravyn shuddered in relief.
    Mungia took a seat in the chair next to her, but Harris stood slightly behind him and to the right. His hands were shoved into the pockets of his brown slacks. Those pants were already a size too small, and his stance emphasized that fact to an unflattering degree.
    Mungia opened a folder and glanced down at it. "Miss Skyler, I know you spoke with the uniforms and Sheriff Whitehall, but we'd like to do a follow-up interview, just to make sure nothing was missed."
    Ravyn returned to her palm massage beneath the table and said, "I don't see the point. I told them everything I know."
    "I understand." Mungia smiled kindly, and she noticed his eyes were an appealing shade of velvety brown. They were caring eyes, unlike those of his partner. "But sometimes witnesses remember extra details after a few days, when the shock has worn off. If you would, please tell us your version of that night step-by-step, and take your time."
    Ravyn did, speaking slowly as she recounted her story, hoping she repeated her earlier description of events verbatim. She didn't want any inconsistencies that might raise a red flag.
    The whole time she spoke, Detective Mungia glanced back and forth from Ravyn to the paperwork in front of him. Once in a while he would nod or scowl a little, as if a thought had occurred to him. When she was finished, he looked up and gave her a reassuring smile.
    "Well, that's pretty much what we have here. You haven't remembered any more about the man? Maybe some physical characteristics you didn't recall the night of the attack?"
    Ravyn shook her head and opened her mouth, but before she could answer, Harris spoke. "Can you perhaps tell us how you managed to get away, when the other vies weren't quite so lucky?" His voice was laced with contempt.
    She looked up at him, hoping to keep the loathing out of her eyes. "As I said, I screamed. That must have scared him away. Or maybe the boys who found me were nearby, and he heard them. I don't know exactly how I escaped, but I'm very grateful. It was terrifying, and my heart breaks for the poor girls who weren't as lucky."
    Harris's lip twisted in a sneer. "Yeah. I bet."
    Ravyn didn't want to get into a fight with the jerk, but it took all her willpower to control her temper—and her