Outside the old church in Summerfield, Odie leaned against his car, lighting a cigarette. By the time he finished his smoke, Jonah and his crew had sealed the place off. "Find anything?" Odie asked.

Jonah gestured for his team to bring over a few boxes. They opened them to reveal black cloaks and some white masks that looked like props from a European play. "Is this all?" Odie frowned.

"That's it," Jonah confirmed.

Odie took a deep breath and glanced at Sophie, who was sitting in the car. "Is this it?" he asked, holding up one of the masks.

Sophie looked at the mask, her memory aligning with the sight. She nodded, "That's the one."

"Pack it up and take it away," Odie ordered.

"Mr. Odie, you're quite the expert at this," Jonah remarked.

"Decent enough," Odie shrugged.

"That wasn't a compliment."

when he called her over that morning,

how we'll catch those people next time they gather if

my control. Do you think they'll

Looks like you do think

"Obviously."

the point of sealing this

you find it

forced a half-decent smile, "So, you called me over

"Didn't it?"

thank you then, Mr.

need. Happy to

her temples. Smart, but not by

to you, Mr. Odie. Colby will pick me up, and we have

Sophie

mid-flick of his cigarette. After a moment, he slowly said, "Leaving this mess to me, huh?

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