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didn’t know who her attackers were.
     
    Skye released her and asked, “Do you need a lift somewhere?”
     
    “No. No thanks.”
     
    “I’ll walk you back to the bus stop then.”
     
    Haley’s voice was barely a whisper. “If it wouldn’t be too much trouble.”
     
    * * * * *
     
    The phone rang and woke Skye. She started to get out of bed to answer it then heard Detective Caldwell’s chilly, efficient voice as the machine picked up.
     
    She tuned the voice out and snuggled under the covers, letting her mind drift, shuffling and replaying the events of the last twenty-four hours.
     
    Without a picture there wasn’t much she could do to help Haley find her sister. Names were meaningless in the club scene. Easy to change. Easy to forget.
     
    Skye had her doubts about being able to locate Jen Warren in the first place. Especially if the boyfriend had been looking for the last two months. That was still a big “if” in her mind. Any number of possibilities flitted through her thoughts. The boyfriend might know where the sister went, or what happened to her. If he was spooked by the interest in the occult, and money was no problem, he may have just paid the sister to disappear from Haley’s life.
     
    The simplest thing to do would be to take the answer out of his mind. Skye wondered how easily that could be accomplished. Despite the police rumors, not every one was susceptible to hypnosis, and Skye rarely took a person so deep that they blurted out everything they knew, much less did anything she asked.
     
    About the only lead Skye could follow up on was to find out where the other girl, Amy Weldon, was and go see her. Too bad Haley didn’t know where Amy was staying or even if she was still in Vegas.
     
    Caldwell’s voice stopped. The answering machine clicked a few times to indicate it was finished recording and was now prepared for the next call. Skye got out of bed, dug around in the dresser and selected black jeans and a pale blue tank top then wandered over to the phone.
     
    It was a long shot, but worth a try. She looked through the government pages and found a listing for the U.S. Senate. A call later and she knew there were two Senator Weldons. One from Florida, one from New York.
     
    Haley and Jen were from Florida. Skye called that senator first and left a message explaining that she was trying to locate Amy in connection with a missing person’s case. Then she redialed and left a message for the other senator.
     
    That done, she retrieved her switchblade and slipped it into her pocket along with the picture of Brittany Armstrong, then laced on black boots and snagged her Harley jacket. She would just as soon eat at Fangs than linger at home and risk Detective Caldwell getting impatient and doing a drive-by.
     
    It was three flights of steps down to the parking garage. The Harley waiting for her was the only thing Skye had ever splurged on. Its black paint and silver chrome shone in the dimness. Its engine surged to life at a touch, promising freedom and power, reminding Skye of how it felt to run unchallenged in remote woods and across open desert.
     
    Fangs was on the outskirts of town in an almost isolated area. The parking lot was full and a long line of people waited to get into the club.
     
    Skye wandered over to join the crowd. Most of them seemed young, female, and covered with body piercings and perfume. The smell of pot and booze and Ecstasy permeated the air around them.
     
    She slipped her Harley jacket off. The evening air was warm and relaxing. Skye let it fill her, soak into her, refresh her.
     
    As the last of the sun disappeared, the door to the nightclub opened. A man stepped out. Like the crowd waiting to get in, he wore black. A ripple of excitement moved down the line as the bouncer began checking IDs and letting people inside.
     
    Skye studied the crowd around her and was amused by how many sported hickeys. Not just one, but multiple bite marks, as though they’d