CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
From the wooden chest, the Baron lifted a knife, a flask, scissors and pliers, and placed all on the altar-like table. He removed the glass top from the flask. "This contains the oil of purification," he said. "We will bathe my Queen with this oil, to make her ready to receive me."
Connie groaned inconsolably.
"I don't think so," Angie said, her heart pounding with fear. "People are looking for us right now. They'll find us."
"The cop won't be helping anyone, ever again," he said with a chuckle.
No! Her mind screamed as the world tipped. "Paavo?" she whispered, all but faint from what he was suggesting.
"Was that his name? The one who hung around and pretended to be one of us. Did he think I was so stupid I couldn't tell he was a cop? I could smell it on him."
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