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Markus stood before his desk in his home office, scowling down at the open wooden chest, his face lit by the furious red glow radiating from the Cross. His phone rang. He checked the caller and picked up, turning his back to the desk and the Cross. His face was light years away from the merry ways his unaware friends were used from him. But his voice matched those ways.

"Hey, Sally! What's up?" he greeted. "What, she didn't tell you? He sister called this morning. Something about her Mom rushed to the ER. So she just hit the road," he said. "Seattle. Maybe she's at the hospital and can't pick up." He rolled his eyes but his tone didn't change. "Nope, no idea when she's coming back. But I'll tell'er to keep you posted." He forced a chuckle. "You bet! Laters!"

Markus disconnected with an annoyed snort and faced the glowing Cross again. He breathed deep and moved his hand toward the Cross. His skin hissed when he touched the old wood. He stepped back, cursing out loud in three languages, keeping his burned hand to his chest.

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