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message when I’m more prepared to take it?” She turned to Parkman. “One day Vivian’s going to have to let me in on how much freedom she has in offering me information. It would be so much better to just spell everything out instead of this.”
     
    Parkman scanned the message. He knelt down and ran his fingers along the wall where the pen had tried to make a mark but missed. He looked at it from the left and then the right. After a moment, he turned the small desk lamp on and moved it to the edge of the desk. The lamp highlighted the rest of the words by casting a shadow where the ink failed.
     
    “Okay,” Parkman said. “I’m reading Mercedes, Bing’s parking lot. Sunset. 101 2-3. Then there’s an A and the start of another letter. You seeing the same?”
     
    Sarah nodded. “But what’s after the A? Another word or just a letter?”
     
    Parkman pointed at her computer. “Do you mind?”
     
    “No, go ahead.”
     
    She looked over his shoulder as he typed in a search for Bing’s in Los Angeles.
     
    When the screen filled, she asked, “Which one do we go to? There’s so many.” She stood back and stared at the message on the wall, frustrated. “Vivian, couldn’t you be more specific?”
     
    Parkman clicked between the Bing’s restaurants on the screen. “Maybe it has something to do with the sunset.” He rolled his toothpick to the other side of his mouth.
     
    Sarah’s stomach grumbled. She hadn’t eaten breakfast yet and with the talk of Bing’s restaurants, she started thinking about eggs and bacon. “Maybe at sunset we are to go to a Bing’s and locate a Mercedes. Could be the killer’s car is a Mercedes.”
     
    Parkman typed hard on the keyboard. The screen changed again.
     
    For a brief moment, the word sunset rolled through her mind as if someone else thought it. Like a part of Vivian’s essence lingered in her consciousness. After Vivian had channeled through Sarah’s body in the basement of that house in Canada, Sarah had felt closer to Vivian. Like they both occupied space under Sarah’s skin. It was creepy, but at the same time, welcoming, comforting.
     
    To take over her consciousness and perform her automatic writing, Vivian already had some kind of control over Sarah. In the past there had been times when Vivian had manipulated Sarah’s muscles. Once she made Sarah trip and fall in Italy which had saved her life. Channeling messages through Sarah was one thing. Actively taking over Sarah’s body was stuff of horror movies.
     
    Maybe the Catholic Church could perform an exorcism on me.
     
    “Parkman, the word sunset has nothing to do with the sun.”
     
    “What?”
     
    “Check how many Bing’s there are on Sunset Boulevard.”
     
    He brought up their webpage and clicked on the store locator link. “Looks like at least two.”
     
    “Is there one on Sunset Boulevard near the Hollywood Freeway?”
     
    “Why the Hollywood Freeway?”
     
    “Just look.”
     
    After a moment of searching, he turned in his seat and stared at her. “There is.”
     
    “The Hollywood Freeway is the 101. See,” she pointed at the wall, “the message says Bing’s parking lot. Then it says Sunset, and then 101. That’s the Bing’s we need.” She thought about it again while Parkman stared at the wall. “Could the 2-3 with the A after it mean, 2:00 to 3:00 am?”
     
    Parkman clapped his hands. “You got it. That’s what it looks like it says to me.”
     
    “Perfect.” Sarah hopped on her good foot until she got to the bed where she plopped down. “I’m going to get dressed. After that, I want to eat. Then I want to do more research on the Catholic Church and take a nap. I’m thinking it’ll be a long night.”
     
    “What do you expect to find tonight?”
     
    “I have no idea but I do know we’re looking for a Mercedes. Inside that car, we’ll probably find the madman Detective Hirst is investigating or we’ll find another body.”
     
    “Shit.” Parkman