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mind.
    “Beck?” She turned to see Ryan at her side. He spoke quietly.
    “You going to be all right?”
    She nodded.
    “How ’bout Scotty?” he asked. “It might not hurt to have him along.”
    Becka broke into a grateful smile. Of course he was right. It wouldn’t hurt to have her little brother along. It wouldn’t hurt one bit.
    Or so she thought …

Chapter 4
     
    7:10 p.m.
    Hey, check this out,” Scott said as he pulled his Bible closer.
    “Remember when Jesus cast those demons out of that guy and into the herd of pigs?”
    Becka looked up from her Bible and notes, which she had spread out on the kitchen table. “Yeah, so?”
    “Do you know why Jesus sent them into the pigs?” She shrugged.
    “Because — ” Scott looked down and read: “ ‘They begged him repeatedly not to order them to go into the Abyss.’ ”
    “The abyss? That’s hell, isn’t it? The ‘bottomless pit’?” Scott nodded. “And from what this says, it’s so bad even the demons don’t want to hang out there. Cool, huh?” Cool wasn’t exactly the word Rebecca had in mind. She glanced at her watch. “Look, we’ve got less than an hour before we go to the mansion. Let’s stick to the subject and keep getting ready, all right?”
    “This is the subject,” he said defensively. “Well … sort of.” She gave him a look, then turned back to her notes. Ever since their first encounter with the Society, she and Scott had started paying a lot more attention to spiritual warfare — jotting down verses from the Bible, sharing information. Now, before they went to the mansion, they’d agreed to review what they’d learned and to spend some time praying.
    “Okay,” Becka said, then cleared her throat. “First, we know about the armor of God.”
    “Check,” Scott said. “The shield of faith, the sword of the spirit, the helmet of … whatever. We’ve been through all that already.”
    Becka hesitated. She wasn’t too thrilled by Scott’s careless attitude, but she continued. “Second, we know Christ gives us authority over Satan.”
    Scott leaned back, put his hands on top of his head, and quoted: “ ‘I have given you authority to trample on snakes and scorpions and to overcome all the power of the enemy; nothing will harm you,’ and ‘Whatever you bind on earth will be bound in heaven.’ ”
    Becka was impressed. She looked back at her notes. “Here’s one on Satan: ‘There is no truth in him. When he lies, he speaks his native language, for he is a liar and the father of lies.’ ”
    “Meaning?”
    “Meaning we shouldn’t believe what Satan or his little demon creeps say.”
    Scott nodded.
    “Here’s another: ‘If two of you on earth agree about anything you ask for, it will be done for you by my Father in heaven.’ ”
    “Okay, all right,” Scott said, nodding again. “Let’s get down to the agreeing part.” He closed his Bible with a thump. “Let’s do some praying and get going.”
    Becka glanced at her notes. There were a dozen more verses
    … but because of time — and Scott’s impatience — they would have to wait. Reluctantly she closed her Bible. Something didn’t feel right. She couldn’t figure out what, exactly, but it made her nervous.
           Very nervous.
    “Dear Lord … ,” Scott started, his eyes closed. Becka bowed her head and joined him.
    **********
    8:03 p.m.
    “How’re we getting in?” Ryan whispered.
    “Don’t these old places have coal chutes or something?” Julie asked, shining her flashlight along the back of the house. “You know, some sort of slide thing that goes into the cellar?” The group huddled together in the thick, dripping fog near the back kitchen entrance of the mansion. They were well out of sight of the street.
    “We could always break a window,” Krissi suggested.
    Scott smirked. “Only if we want the neighbors to call the cops.”
    “So what do we do?” Julie demanded.
    “How ’bout using the door?”
    They turned to see