Midnight to Early Morning
Monday, just after midnight
Ella
Sirens wailed. Her teeth and fists clenched, Ella stood staring at the fire that had engulfed the Cherokee Road safe house. Whatever cold there had been in the November night was gone, along with any lingering snow. The fire trucks and the police would be here in minutes, followed by the press. Not that the fire trucks would make any difference. This fire, started by magic, would be almost impossible to put out, even more difficult to manage than the one that had consumed the witch’s house on Three Chopt. It wouldn’t be long before the fire pulled the house down into what would be a horrendous black, smoking pit that would take a good part of the church next door along with it. The fence between them was already burning. The fir
