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bizarre.”
    She took a closer look at the tiny letters. “Mark wants you to translate all of this?” she asked in amazement.
    “Yeah, lucky me,” he said.
    “But that’s going to take forever.”
    “It’s certainly feeling like it,” he said.
    She turned and saw the taped outline of a body on the carpet. She felt her stomach twist. On the wall there were letters spelled out in red that had to be blood.
    “I’m sorry, let’s go back to the kitchen,” Jeremiah said quickly, peering at her with concerned eyes.
    She managed a wan smile. “Yeah, soda goes better with pizza than blood does.”
    They backtracked to the kitchen and Jeremiah set the pizza box down on the counter. Cindy took the Cokes out of the bag while he lifted the lid. “Smells delicious.”
    She smiled, still slightly jittery. “How are things going here?”
    “Tiring and so far fairly boring. I have a feeling I’m just about to get to the interesting parts, though. He’s starting to talk about World War II.”
    “So, what exactly happened here?”
    “We’re not getting involved,” he said as he grabbed a piece of pizza.
    “You mean aside from you translating that entire room, at police request,” she said, keeping her voice neutral.
    For a moment she wasn’t sure if he was going to smile or scowl, but finally the corners of his mouth jerked upward.
    “Okay, fine. All we know about the dead guy so far is his name and that he was born and raised in Germany. He appears to have written the word restoration in his own blood as he was dying.”
    “Restoration? He was dying and that’s the word that he bothered to write? Not the name of his killer or a goodbye to someone?” she asked. “That seems weird.”
    “I thought so, too,” Jeremiah said, his forehead creasing in thought. “You know what else is weird?”
    “What?” Cindy asked, grabbing her own slice of pizza. She took a bite and savored it.
    “I actually met him once before.”
    “Where?” she blurted out with her mouth still full. She covered her hand with her mouth, embarrassed at herself.
    Jeremiah didn’t seem to care about her lack of manners. Then again, the two of them had been through so much maybe they were well beyond that point. The thought gave her a warm feeling inside.
    “Memorial Day weekend at the Synagogue,” he said.
    The warm feeling was quickly doused by what felt like ice water rushing through her veins. She still felt a little sick to her stomach when she thought about what had happened to her on vacation in Hawaii and she still had nightmares where she saw Jeremiah starting to drown.
    She shook her head, trying to clear it of the images that tormented her more often than she would ever admit. Again Jeremiah didn’t seem to notice her distress, clearly lost in his own memories.
    “He came up to me after services, shook my hand and told me how important he thought it was that we had met. He wanted to talk to me, but he seemed to be worried about people overhearing the conversation. We scheduled an appointment for that Wednesday, but he wouldn’t give me his phone number or any way to reach him.”
    “And you missed that appointment because you were busy rescuing me,” she said, guilt surging through her.
    “Apparently he missed it, too. Marie said he never showed up and I hadn’t seen or heard from him since. He seemed so insistent, though, that it was important. And he spoke German when he was flustered.”
    He turned and looked at her. “Are you okay?”
    She set her slice of pizza down and nodded around the lump in her throat. “I’m glad that he didn’t make the meeting either. I would hate to think that he needed your help and because of me-” she broke off, unable to continue.
    Jeremiah dropped his slice onto the pizza box and put his hands on her face, tilting her eyes up to meet his. “Listen to me. What happened to him had nothing to do with you. Or with me. He broke the appointment, too, and he’s had months to reach back