It was pointless. The Kematians had been here, and they had left their calling card. Robert picked up a black feather. “Those bastards came into my house and took Calla and Maree, didn’t they?” “Yes.” “Well, I’m going with you to get them back.” “Yes.” Anger and rage filled Gabriel. At this point he was incapable of having a civil conversation. The fear that Calla or Maree would be harmed turned into something more, something violent. His body shook, and his hands clenched as he tried to regain control. He should have asked the Almighty for guidance, but in his current state, emotions ruled and logic was thrown out the window. He headed to the basement. Robert followed. Gabriel went over to the table where Maree had been working on the aerosol formula. He picked up a canister and gave it a slight shake. Liquid sloshed back and forth. He held it up. “Maree finished one,” Gabriel said while picking up a tan messenger bag and putting the canister inside. “We’ll take this with us.
