young woman's face was so clear, so bright, so fresh. A
perky look with only a hint of any makeup. Her expression was tranquil, almost
restful. Quite in contrast to the surrounding tumult and the people milling all
And in contrast to the police inspector who was quickly
using chalk to outline her body on the cement sidewalk.
Prue had said that this was harder to do than it was on
Charmed, Piper thought to herself, but that wasn't the half of it. Prue hadn't
even seen either of the other two girls' bodies at the murder scenes but
now Piper had seen this third one.
If only this was Charmed, she thought. But Kaleigh Mc
Dermitt was not going to get up to do another take. She was not
going to get up when the cameras stopped rolling. She was never going to
She lay with her right leg forming a figure four, her right
arm stretched outward, her left arm parallel to her body, almost touching
Piper's shoes. Piper wanted to turn away, to run away, to do anything
not to look down at the girl lying at her feet.
But she couldn't turn away. Another girl may die if I
don't look, she thought. And if this is connected to a demon's
plan of destruction on the eve of the solstice, then a lot more people will
die, too. No, she had to look.
Kaleigh's hair was light brown. Just like Phoebe, Piper
thought. And she was short. Maybe a little over five feet. Just like Phoebe. And her age. It was just
Stop thinking like that, Piper thought. This is bad enough.
Don't make it even harder than it already is.
She knelt down and forced herself to take the girl's hand.
It's cold made Piper shudder. It was a cold like none she had ever felt before.
It was a clammy, dead girl's cold.
Pentagrams, seemingly upside down, were all around the
girl's body. And on her blouse, burned through it and into her chest, was
another. Just like on the first two girls.
What did it all mean? Piper asked herself. There has to be
something here that could help. Maybe if Phoebe had been here she could have
gotten a premonition from holding the girl's hand, she thought.
But Phoebe wasn't there. She had gone with Prue to
check on something strange that had happened the night before in Oakland. They
were grasping at straws - it was unlikely that it really was related to demons
- but they had nothing else they could
even try, so they decided to go have a look. Only Piper had been at home when
Morris had come. And it all rested on her shoulders to find something on the
girl's body that would help.
But there was nothing. Nothing, at least, that meant
anything to Piper. She slowly put the girl's hand down and stood up.
"Anything?" Morris asked. Piper exhaled, then
shook her head.
"All right," Morris said to another inspector.
"You can take her away."
Piper watched as they lifted Kaleigh's body, put it into a
plastic bag, and zippered it closed. Piper felt dejected, helpless...and
"He has to be stopped," Morris said to her.
"And I'm going to stop him, whoever he is. I need any help you,
Prue and Phoebe can give me." He hesitated for a moment. "Anything."
Piper nodded her head. If only we had anything, she