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going to turn the world on its head. There’s a stiff penalty for doing what Trew just did.”
      “What’s the penalty?” I ask.
      “Death,” Stephanie says.
      Before I can get upset, Raphael interrupts. “No one is going to die, ladies. No one outside this room knows what just happened.” He holds up a small black crystal attached to a gold chain.
      “Ah, thank goodness, Raph, You scrambled us.”
      “What do you mean, scrambled us?” I ask. 
      “It means he scrambled the signal being sent through your head so that no one can view us at the moment.” Stephanie was visibly relieved.
      “So, moving forward, we tell no one what just happened?” I ask.
      “That’s right, don’t tell anyone,” Raphael says. “It’s time to teach you how these scramblers work. They aren’t to be used very often, just when it’s important to be invisible to viewers. There’s something else I want you to know, Danni. When you’re meditating no one can view what’s going on, so keep any details that you learn very private, and when we must discuss it then we need scramblers on, without exception. Are we clear?”
      “Yes, we are,” I say.
      “So what do they want us to do?” Stephanie asks.
      “Nothing,” Raphael says. “Just get on with what we are doing until we hear more from them.”
      “Well, it’s going to be easy to do everything from now on,” I say. “I will live this life, but now that I know I’ll see Trew when I’m done here, it’s exciting!”
      “Don’t go trying to die again, please,” Raphael says.
      “I won’t. I have a very big game to play here, and I have no intention of leaving until I accomplish my goals.”
      They both look relieved.
      “Now let’s turn the scrambler off and go find Melissa. Trew wants to see a person fly.”

 
    Chapter 23
    Carl
     
      “ Hey,watch wher e you’re going, ass!”
      I hear the car tires screech, but I don’t bother to look. The driver is a sheep, mistakenly thinking he’s a tiger. He pinches off his next sentence; must have gotten a close look at me. Once the sheep get a look at me they shut up. I keep walking and don’t hear another peep out of him. Pathetic.
      I continue to cross the street, keeping my eyes on the prize. They are walking at a good clip, just the two girls today. It’s not often that Danielle walks around without one of her pets nearby.
      My lucky day.
      I’m close enough to hear her when she speaks. “Okay, Melissa. I’m going in here to look around for a couple things. I’ll meet you at the cafe in about an hour?”
      The other girl says something, then walks away. That one is light on her feet, almost like she’s floating. I’ll have to ask around about her, later. 
      I wait about two minutes, then stroll through the front door. She’s in the back, looking at display racks filled with crystals and amulets hanging from different types of necklaces. A crystal and gemstone store; there’s some nice energy in here. She doesn’t see me. I’d be surprised if she did. I’m stalking; no one sees me until it’s too late when I’m stalking. 
      Fifteen feet from her I stretch my arm upwards slightly. The wound has healed nicely; there’s no tightness or pain. I take a moment to watch her; she’s an attractive woman. Most 30 year olds would kill to look as good as this woman who is almost 50.
      I smile warmly and pluck a pendant from a nearby rack, then slide around the display to stand beside her.
      She’s holding a pendant up to the light, inspecting it closely. Before I can say anything witty or clever, she surprises me. “I knew I should have done it this way years ago, Carl.”
      My grin widens. “What way is that, Danielle?”
      She turns her head and meets my gaze. “I should have left my protectors out of sight and pretended to be a weak little deer standing all alone. You come to me like a shark attracted to blood in the water.”
      “ Oh, I’m

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