Tori had pulled into the parking lot at Arby's when the phone display lit up with Jacob's number. She listened to the message and turned her car around, went back four block then swung south. She arrived at the address, letting the motor idle while she examined the parking garage. Parking garages creeped her out. Really, every James Bond movie had at least one parking garage scene. Taking a deep breath, she wheeled in, gave her keys to the valet and headed for the consignment shop, pulling her jacket from the backpack.<br/><br/>Patting herself into place, smoothing her hair, tugging on the denim jacket and then hoisting her backpack more securely on her shoulder, Tori knocked on the red door. The door creaked open and there was OMG Jacob staring down at her. That was what her brain registered first and then,<br/><br/>"Hey, cool, is it a party?" she asked as the sweet smell of pot rolled out of the door. Tori didn't smoke dope but she was cool with those who did. She followed Jacob back inside. A girl and a guy were passing the joint between them. Tori frowned. The girl looked really familiar.<br/><br/>"Hi," she said to them. That awkward silence seemed to stretch between them. "Oh," she commented suddenly," Were you at the coven meeting last full moon?" She directed the comment to the girl.<br/><br/>Noises from the door at her back drew her attention,<br/>"Yes!, Yes!, ooooo, that's right, right there," groans seemed to float through the air.<br/><br/>Tori grinned. She thought that she was going to like these people.<br/><br/>"Um," she said to Jacob, trying to coolly accept her surroundings," so we are going to the Crenshaw mansion tonight. What kind of activity has been recorded? Any hot spot information you can share? Have you done a historical background check on it?"