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woods. Sterling International counter-charged that someone was sabotaging them by planting all those carcasses on their land. Either way it was clear there was a murderer responsible , whether human or animal. This meant there were two monsters loose in their town: one that fed on the blood of children and one that fed on the flesh of animals.
    Adele sighed as she slumped back against the pillows and stared out into the clear night sky from her window. Tomorrow she’d have to interview Nicholas Sterling to get to the bottom of at least one of those mysteries.
    S he’d much rather get to the bottom of the other. She felt sorry for the wolves but it was the children Adele felt compelled to save, children like Lily.
    She shuddered as she remembered her dream again. She shook her head to rid those cobwebs from her mind and reached for the lamp. Her hand paused momentarily by the chain before it retreated without extinguishing the light. Just for tonight she needed more than just those little p ills to lull her back to sleep.
    Adele dragged herself into work the next morning, wearing the sleepless night on her face. Brian was used to it, and had a strong cup of coffee in his hand when she staggered through the door.
    “ Another hot date?” he teased, knowing full well that his celibate friend had no notion of the concept.
    “ Even hotter than last week,” she retorted playfully. She grabbed the coffee and plopped at her desk. She caught a glimpse of herself in the reflection of her monitor as she opened her laptop. “On the bright side, at this rate I’ll probably scare the truth out of Nicholas Sterling.”
    Brian tossed a note on her desk. “Unless you want to take a nap this afternoon. The press conference has been moved to tonight.”
    “ What?” Her brow knit together. “I thought we had an exclusive.”
    “ Had being the operative word,” Brian answered. “Apparently Sterling has a death wish. He’s confronting all the press at one time.”
    “ His funeral,” she responded as she crumpled the note in her hand.
    Brian leaned back in his chair. “Speaking of funerals…”
    She barely tossed him a glance as she typed something into her computer. “If you’re asking me if I went, yes, I did. If you’re asking me if I learned anything, no, I didn’t.”
    He just chuckled. “You’re so predictable, Addie.”
    She blew him a dismissive raspberry as she continued to compel questions for her interview that evening.
    That afternoon, just like clockwork, Adele let herself into her mother’s condo. Lunch with mom was as routine as brushing her teeth after every meal. Truth was, Brenda needed her one and only daughter, and Adele was happy to oblige.
    Brenda Lumas was a single mother of a daughter with a lot of problems, made worse by the fact Brenda herself had many emotional issues of her own. The most crippling of which, she was severely agoraphobic. Subsequently, Adele was her closest and dearest friend.
    When Adele shut herself away from the world in her teens, she was content to be just that. She and her mother had an understanding. They needed each other. They were grateful the past did not make them enemies, although it could have, and they were certain that the future would be much safer and happier for them both if they limited contact with the outside world.
    The only one they trusted enough to let in was Michael. Father Mike, as Brenda called him, knew almost everything about both of them.
    Adele sighed as she looked around the immaculate apartment. It was Brenda’s safe haven, guarded and protected by many ornate wooden statues that Brenda had painstakingly carved to replicate token saints, the Virgin Mary and Jesus. While her target audience purchased and collected them as a measure of their faith, these wooden statues had always given Adele a serious case of the creeps. She never said as much to Brenda. Her mother had good reason for being religiously devout, and Adele wasn’t about to pop her