Chapter Eight
CHLOE sat on the sofa with her legs crossed. Cheryl sat in the chair across from her, trying to figure out what she saw by searching occult sites online. Whatever it was wasn’t there any longer, and Cheryl wanted to make sure it wasn’t going to return. All of her searches were bringing her up empty-handed. She’d never seen anything like it, but then again, almost every case exposed her to something she’d never seen before. Chloe’s eyelids drooped. She hadn’t talked much since the ambulance had shown up to take her mother away. Cheryl expected her to be worried, but she only seemed exhausted.
“Are you sure you don’t want to lie down? You’re looking awfully tired.”
Chloe shook her head.
Cheryl didn’t have much experience with children. She knew that people would often make
