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to the others and many exclamations, but I ignored them. I tried to grip the sliver of wood in a pincer formed by my thumb and middle finger, but I didn't have much success. Tonight was the first time I'd ever wished I had long fingernails. I checked out the hands around me. "Firella," I said, "your nails are the longest. See if you can grip this little piece of wood, here. That's what's got the door wedged shut."

Sandy was suggesting in an increasingly nervous voice that we call the police right now, or at least her husband, but Carla put a hand on Sandy's arm and said, "Hush, woman." I noticed, while Firella crouched and tried to wriggle the strip of wood from its lodging, that Carla had put out her cigarette before it was smoked down to the filter. She was worried, too.

After a lot of shaking of her head and several little whispers of "No, not quite ... almost... damn thing!" Firella said, "Got it!" and held up the thin strip of wood. About four inches long and two wide, it could have been no more than two millimeters thick, if that. It was just the right size to slip in the crack in the door, just thick enough to get wedged there when the first person tried to open the door to go to Tamsin's office.

I reached out to turn the knob, hesitated.

"What you waiting for?" Carla asked, her voice raspier than ever. "Now we're late."

I was waiting because I'd thought of fingerprints, but then shrugged. By her own account, Sandy had already touched the door. "Remember, she didn't answer the phone," I said, my voice as quiet and calm as I could make it. I opened the door. The other women clustered around me.

The hall light was on, and Tamsin's office door was open, but not the door to the therapy room.

"Tamsin!" called Carla. "You and Janet in there? You two stop messing around, you hear! The rest of us'll get jealous!"

Carla was trying to sound jaunty, but the atmosphere in the hall was too thick with anxiety for that.

Melanie said, "I'm scared." It was an admission, but it didn't signal that she was going to run away. She'd planted her feet and had that bulldog look on her face that meant she wouldn't back down.

"We're all scared," Sandy said. Oddly, she'd gotten calmer. "Do you think we had better just stay out here in the parking lot and call the police?"

"No," I said.

They all turned to look at me.

"You can all stay outside," I said, amending my words. In fact, I would've preferred they all stay out. "But I have to see if they're... okay."

Even slow Melanie read between the lines on that one. To my surprise she said, "No. You go, we all go."

"We all go," Firella said, in a voice even more certain. Sandy didn't say anything, but she didn't walk away, either.

Oh, wonderful, I thought. The five musketeerettes.

We shuffled down the hall in a clump. I couldn't control my anxiety any longer and stepped out ahead of them, pivoted on my left foot and faced into Tamsin's office, my hands already floating up into the striking position. I was ready for something, but not for what I saw.

Behind Tamsin's desk, on the fuzzy wall where all the clippings had been stuck up with pins...

"Oh, dear God," said Sandy, miserably.

"Shit, shit, shit!" Carla's blackbird voice, hushed with shock.... was a body, and the whiteness of it was the first thing I noticed, the whiteness of the chest and arms and face. Then the blackness of her hair.

"Holy Mary, Mother of God," Firella said, her voice more steady than I would have believed. "Pray for us now, and at the hour of our death."

But then there was the redness of it; that was startling, and considerable. The glistening redness mostly issued from the - stake? Was that really a metal stake? Yes, driven through the heart of...

"Who is that woman?" Carla said, more struck by this shock than by any of the others, apparently.

That naked woman, I amplified her statement.

"The naked and the dead," I said, drawing from somewhere in the attic of my mind.

"So," Firella said. Her voice was unsteady, and I heard her gulp back nausea. "She's actually pinned to the wall?"

There was a groan practically under my feet, and I was shocked enough to lurch back, knocking everyone else into confusion.

Janet was lying on the floor in front of