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by Cindy Davis

He leaned forward and kissed my forehead. "Don't talk. Just get your strength back. You've been unconscious for a day and a half."

"How is Lana?"

Glenn didn't answer for several seconds. "She ... didn't make it."

Oh, God. "Faith. She's sick too." I tried to sit up, but fell back weakly, my hands to my temples. "Ooh. Someone shut off the fireworks."

He laid a hand on my arm. "Relax. Faith's fine. She just had a cold bug."




Glenn sighed, and relented. "There's not much to tell. They couldn't save her."

"The punch?"

"A combination of Malathion and Parathion, in the brownies. Someone apparently used an eye-dropper. It wasn't in all of them, only the ones at the front. The police figure whoever put it there got distracted before they finished."

"In our home."