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and Nancy showed us?”
    “I didn’t think so,” Suzy said. “But I went to my gynecologist, and Dr. Klein noticed a strange mark on the inside of my vagina that wasn’t there during my last checkup.”
    “What kind of mark?”
    “Just a small turquoise circle about the size of a doorbell button. When Dr. Klein touched it, I saw flashes of light and was immediately aroused. It was like I had a new super clitoris hidden inside me. She put a camera up there, took some pictures, and showed me.”
    “Let me guess. The circle is an alien mark?”
    “It’s not just a mark. I think it’s a way to communicate with them. Like a call button that rings far away. Maybe in another galaxy.”
    “Suzy, that’s nuts,” Erin said. “Why would you even think something like that?”
    “Because every time Dr. Klein pressed my magic clit button, I heard a strange warbling sound in my inner ear. I felt like someone was answering a long-distance call. I went home and tried it, fingering myself to an amazing instantaneous orgasm and sure enough, the same strange noise and faintly, as if from a great distance, I heard Antonio’s voice whispering ‘bella signora.’   I looked it up and that means ‘beautiful lady.’ ”
    Both women said nothing for a dozen breaths.
    “What’s happening in Santa Maria?” Erin worried.  
    Suzy shook her head, without a good answer. “When you’re having great sex, you never stop to ask why it's great. You simply enjoy it.”
    “Why does this have to happen right before my wedding?” Erin started taking off her gown, frustrated. “All these stories are just too weird for me.”  
    “I don’t care how weird it is,” Suzy said. “If an Italian prince wants to fall in love with licking my pussy, I’ll let him. It’s nice to be wanted and told you’re sexy. Especially by foreigners.”

7

    Sheriff Olsen sat in his patrol cruiser studying the building across the road. Grace Baptist Church was a low-slung concrete building, tan in color with a roof of faux red tiles. The architecture evoked the Spanish roots of old California’s mission culture, a modern nod to the region’s history. It was an impressive building, large and perfectly groomed with manicured greenery bespeaking a large congregation supporting a beloved church.
    Olsen had studied the map in his office and determined this was the location where the crop circles pointed. He believed coming to the church would reveal something. But nothing looked out of place. He’d driven McCoy Lane countless times over the years. The scene was the exactly same as any other day. Admittedly, Baptist churches rarely required much law enforcement.  
    He wouldn’t learn more sitting and brooding. With a grunt, he climbed out of his car and walked into the church.
    Pastor Scott Baker greeted Olsen with a warm handshake and a smile of white, uneven teeth. Scott was forty-three, handsome, professional, and dressed like an office manager. “I’m shocked. To what do we owe this visit, Sheriff?”
    Olsen grinned. He knew Pastor Baker slightly from town council meetings. The pastor repeatedly invited the sheriff to sample a Sunday sermon but Olsen declined each offer politely. Olsen only believed in what he could put his hands on.
    “Pastor, I’m not here to join your flock, sorry.”
    “It’s never too late. What then?”  
    Olsen felt a little silly. He couldn’t come right out and say the church was at the intersection of four bizarre crop circles. If he did, the pastor would surely think it was time for an all-new, all-sober sheriff.  
    “Any trouble lately?” Olsen asked.
    “What kind of trouble?” Pastor Baker smiled.
    “Odd things. Problems on your radar?”
    “You mean kids spraying graffiti on the church bus?”
    “No.”
    “Because they did that last month. Somebody sprayed ‘Jesus equals anus’ on the side. Can you believe it?”
    “Just being teenagers,” Olsen said.
    “Teenagers back in Texas didn’t do that. They