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Chapter Eighteen

Reports of Evil

After their evening meal, John and Myrna settled into their motel room for some much needed rest. John absently flicked on the TV to catch the latest news as Myrna snuggled next to him on the big double bed.

“Another grisly murder has been reported here in the Roswell area. It is suspected to be related to a string of similar killings across the country linked by a reported nauseating odor of death and the disappearing figure of a man in black. Yes, that’s what I said, a man in black.

“Last seen at the Roswell Airport, notice has been given to airports across the country to be on the lookout for him. No one seems to have noticed which plane he took and everyone on all passenger lists are accounted for. No other information is available at this time, but updates will be given as they are received. Stay tuned to this station.”

They huddled together in shocked silence for a while, each lost in thought.

“My God, John, do you suppose it is one of those men who have been following us? The description fits perfectly right down to that awful smell.

“No use getting our hopes up about finding them until we get more news. We can check with Sydney and Jeremiah tomorrow.

“Hope the two of them are getting along OK. They have some radically differing viewpoints on things.” John sighed, used the remote to click off the TV and slid down under the covers. “I am just too tired to even think about it right now. All I want to do is get some sleep. Maybe I’m just getting too old for this stuff.”

“We will have to do some tall praying before going any further. Probably be a good idea to read the Scriptures for all we can find on demonology. This is a war.” She patted her husband’s shoulder then snuggled next to him.

As she drifted off to sleep she studied John’s profile. His military cut hair seemed to have gotten grayer in the last couple of weeks and his scar had dulled to a pale gray. When his face was relaxed in sleep it didn’t pull so hard on the outer corner of his eye causing him to look more like he had when she first married him. She prayed that all the tension of this venture would not cause his ulcers to flare up again. That was one of the reasons he had taken early retirement. He seemed to have a natural instinct for tracking killers. He had the highest average of murderers brought to justice in his department with the Chicago police.

Their time in the peaceful little town of Baraboo had helped him to calm down and they had grown closer together. His ulcers had not given him any trouble in four years. They had friends, a good church to go to and interesting activities that were numerous for such a small community. Her own graceful beauty, teaching talents and culinary abilities had made her a sought after member of many clubs. As long as I have you, Lord, and my John Murphy I am content no matter what happens.

She thought briefly of the strange little girl from the past and hoped she was not traumatized by her experience in this future.

So many strange and mysterious things to think about. It all made her so weary.

XXX

  Sydney seemed amused at Jeremiah’s fascination with computers and television. He realized both were still a fairly new thing when he had disappeared. Color TV was rare and expensive and home computers weren’t even thought of yet.

They both were stunned at the newscast about the murders and the man in black with the awful smell.

“All we have to do is follow the news and maybe we can get an idea of where they are. They have to be stopped.” Jeremiah commented.

“Only one guy was mentioned. Maybe he got rid of his partner.” Sydney said thoughtfully.

“I would not want to meet up with either one of them alone in a dark alley. We must all stick together. It is our faith that will get us through this, nu? This battle is bigger than what we humans can fight on our own.” Jeremiah looked around at the pictures and books in Sydney’s Alien Resistance store. “They are more than aliens. They are principalities and powers from the dark regions of the heavens and of this earth. They can take on any shape they want, but they are still no match for the power of the Word of God.”

“I know. The more I read the Word and the reports of abductions, UFOs and these new UFO cults that keep popping up everywhere, the more I become aware of the war we are really in. Most people aren’t even aware of it. When we find these guys, how do we get people to believe anything we say. I can report it all on my Websites and in my e-mail groups, but how can that be enough?”

“It is a start. The rest is up to God. We must leave what is impossible for us to Him.”

“Let’s go get something to eat. I have some things I need to tell you that I have discovered about airports. We’ll have to tell John and Myrna tomorrow. I have an idea where we can find these guys. We’ll need to get some sleep tonight. We have a lot to do.”

“I believe that is what you Americans call an understatement.”

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