Damn!"The phone rang, Mrs. Anderson answered it. "Hello..." She quicklyhung up the phone. "Kelly, don't answer the phone, if it rings again.Let it...go to the machine."Calls came in all night, many of them quite nasty. Officer Dowlingstopped in at Mr. and Mrs. Anderson's request and listened to some ofthe calls. He said, "Don't erase any of these. I'll have thedetective stop by tomorrow. He is going to want to keep a record ofthese in case we need them. We will step up the watch on. " If I need information can I come to you?" As long as it's nothing that compromises my position I'll get you whatever I can. Did something happen?" No, and we're trying to make sure nothing does."Bob had been quiet most of the time; I guess it's always a good idea to have someone outside the conversation to listen from as close to a neutral perspective as possible. "Maybe what we need is a little bit of both." What do you mean?" Allison asked."Sorry, still thinking about the first problem.. “You may proceed, Mage Morgana.”“Thank you, Mage Simon, honoured Mages,” Morgana stated, bowing respectfully to the room.Contacting the Coalition these days was fairly straightforward, they monitored diplomatic channels (as did we) and all it took was a visit to an Iranian Embassy with a coded phrase that brought about contact. I presumed that Morgana allowed Mage Roxanne to make the arrangements, although it may well have been Mage Julia.As it was, a week to the day of our last meeting six. . see ... you...”Oh fucking god, it was examining her. She was being examined by something, something in the flames. Was it the Crone? Who the fuck else could it be? She forced herself to look down, into the burning corpses and the ashes piling up, and she regretted it instantly. The corpses were moving, writhing, slowly twisting. If it was from the force of chemical reactions from the fat sizzling and blood boiling, she had no idea, but several of the dozen bodies tilted their heads to face.