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echoed down the canyon and guilt roiled through me. If he was stung too many times, he might not be able to hike back to his car. I didn’t want his death on my conscience. I took a deep breath and asked, “Can you help the jackass, too?”
    “Si, bella, he is la famiglia.” She vanished.
    Ten sweaty minutes later, I found the cacti in my vision. The spine pointed down a narrow path littered with boulder sized rocks. Standing in its meager shade, I gulped down an energy bar and several mouthfuls of hot water. My energy level was flagging big time. Now I knew why so many people never made it out.
    Granny Annabel popped in. “You should wait for your man. This place is full of angry spirits.”
    “Omigod! That rat bastard’s still following me?”
    “Of course, bella, he is not easily defeated,”
    she commented, floating after me.
    “Your little ice show didn’t freak him out?”
    “No, he is most eager to find you.”
    “Yeah, I just bet he is.” The Tomb Raider probably wanted to strangle the life out of me.
    Adjusting my backpack I headed down the path and a cold chill skittered down my spine. This place was definitely haunted.
    Ancient hieroglyphics covered the white canyon walls. My unease grew as I sloshed through small pools of brackish water.
    Granny Annabel suddenly commanded, “Stop!”
    I froze and watched a rattlesnake slither away.
    “Thanks.”
    Crumbling adobe walls caught my attention. I walked closer to get a better look and every nerve in my body went on red alert. Dozens of bloody backpacks littered the interior. I crossed myself and backed away.
    “The dead cannot rest until their souls are freed,” Granny announced.
    Seriously freaked out I cautiously surveyed the area. “Whoever murdered them has to be human.”
    “The evil one serves the Thunder God.”
    The satellite phone chirped and I instinctively answered it.
    Derek barked, “Are you out of your tiny little mind?”
    “Probably. Gotta go, something wicked this way comes.” I disconnected and studied the area.
    If I was a mass murderer, where would I hide?
    A weird silence fell as if everything had been stilled, silenced by an ungodly, destructive hand.
    Oh crap. Was it the Thunder God or something else?
    I opened my psychic eye and felt a dark brooding stained by time and ancient blood.
    Whatever it was, it was moving this way.
    The hieroglyphics began to shift and transform into strange shadows which cavorted around the canyon like ritual dancers. I rubbed my eyes and looked again. Crap they were still there. My gaze settled on the inky darkness concealed behind a half dead tree. The blackened limbs reached out like sinister thorny fingers.
    The satellite phone chirped again, again and again. My fingers tightened around it. “It’s not real. It’s an illusion. It’s gotta be an illusion.”
    “What’s going on, Angel?” Sloan’s commanding tone steadied my nerves.
    My voice shook, “Not sure. I triggered something.”
    “You talkin’ woo-woo stuff?”
    A paralyzing fear suddenly engulfed me in the raw edges of a nightmare. A hideous creature shimmered into existence and moved towards me with sharp reptilian fangs. My breath came in rasping shudders. “This is bad. This is really bad.”
    “If you believe it to be real, it will become real,” Granny Annabel admonished as she floated beside me.
    Sloan snapped, “What kind of drugs are you taking Zelda?”
    For a moment, the impossible horror of the situation almost overwhelmed me. Then I got mad.
    Drugs? He thought I was taking drugs? “You’re such a dick head.” I disconnected and stuffed the phone in my backpack.
    Now I knew why Ted North went nuts. This place was enough to scare the bejeesus out of anyone.
    Granny huffed, “You should show your man more respect.”
    I totally lost it and yelled, “Can we do this later? Like when I’m not in immediate danger of losing my mind?!”
    “What you seek is in the cavern.”
    “Was that so hard?”
    “I want