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    Ashes Made Cold – (Chapter: Those Left Behind…)

    Her cell phone rings annoyingly. At first, she grumbles reaching out
    blindly for the offending noise. Finally, she wakes up enough
    realizing exactly what is ringing. She climbs out of bed moving to
    her coat. She presses the button and puts the phone to her ear.

    "Chief Devane and this better be worth it since I just fell asleep on
    my day off!" she rumbles into the phone.

    "Chief, well…is a grave robbing and a murder enough?" comes a
    nervous voice.

    "Murder?!" Anna opens her eyes wide, "whose murder?"

    "Tommy Gains…you know…"

    "Yes, I know. Where is the crime scene?" she begins changing
    clothes as she looks at David still sleeping peacefully. He could
    sleep through a bombing.

    "The boathouse, Chief. My understanding is its brutal. Couple of
    high school kids out after curfew found him."

    "Okay, call the officer at the scene and tell him I’m on my way."

    "Yes, ma’am, but the grave robbing…"

    "Small stuff.."

    "But.."

    "What?!" she demands.

    "It…it was..um…Bianca Montgomery’s grave…"

    "What?!" Anna raises her voice, "Send someone to look into it
    quietly. Don’t alert the family. I’m on my way to the boathouse.
    Out." She hangs up, "Tommy Gains is no loss, but Bianca’s grave? It
    doesn’t make any sense, Damn it!" she kisses David after writing a
    note and rushes out the door. `Erica will have kittens.’ Her mind
    muses on her way.

    "Should have asked." The damned bird chirps in her head.

    "Shut Up!" she raises her voice at the sky.

    "I’m right."

    "Yes, but it makes no difference now." Bianca concedes.

    Silence fills her head as she glides through the shadows back to the
    boathouse. A few yards off at the tree line, she jumps to join her
    guide perched on a branch. Her eyes open, she takes in all the
    colors of the flashing police lights, the yellow of the crime scene
    tape, and the orange of their traffic flares lighting the surrounding
    area. With her eyes closed, she sees all the same things only in
    black and white. The colors of rage that illuminate stark reality
    through the crow’s eyes. She sits with her eyes tightly closed. She
    has no real concept of time except to know she has less of it. She
    senses the crow’s fluttering wings signaling its anxiousness.

    "Impatient thing." She whispers to it.

    "Much to do yet….wasting time."

    "Yes…yes…soon….be still." Bianca opens her eyes to the color of the
    scene.

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