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July 23, Tuesday

AFTER DROPPING the extra eggs at the grocery, I rode my bike to the public library, hoping to find more information about the local witchery situation.

I told myself it was a legit distraction while I waited for my new laptop to be delivered.

The library was an old building—the oldest in town that I'd seen, made of hand-hewn bricks and other natural stones.

I would have ask Sawyer about its origin when I saw him again.

If I saw him again. He'd finished the repair of the monolithic headstone, so he didn't have a good reason to be back my way… which was probably for the best.

I pushed open the door to the ancient building and walked in on worn wooden floors. The architecture on the inside was just as impressive, with a domed atrium whose ceiling was painted with a foreboding Biblical scene.

No signs of witches here—Christianity was on full display.

"Can I help you?"

I turned to see an attractive woman I guessed to be in her forties standing behind a tall desk, processing a pile of books.

"Yes, I'd like to find some books on—" I glanced at her nameplate and stopped. Tilda Benson.

"Book on what topic?" she prompted me.

"Um, I noticed your nameplate. Your last name is Benson?"

"Yes. Why do you ask?"

Was it me, or had her eyes become guarded? "I was told the Benson family has been around this area for a long time."

She nodded. "That's right. Are you a new resident of Irving?"

"I'm just visiting. Do you have a big family?"

"I'm one of three sisters, although one of them has passed. My other sister has two daughters, and so do I. Twins, in fact."

"Twins?" I parroted. The two young women I'd seen at the graveyard? Had Tilda been there as well? "That's so… special."

The woman smiled. "I think so. Er, what topic were you interested in?"

I looked at my watch. "Actually, I'll have to come back another time."

"Okay. Have a nice day." But her smile didn't quite reach her eyes.

I skedaddled out of there, feeling like I'd brushed against something evil.

Which was nonsense, I told myself.

I didn't believe in the supernatural.

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