<em>Am I mixed up in some weird cult internal business?</em>Carol wondered.  "Actually, no.  I was told to locate you, nothing was said about taking you into custody.  For on thing, you're an adult, not a minor.  I could come up with something to take you in on, sure."  Neathawk tapped her fingers on her belt a moment.  "But I won't."<br/><br/>A level look at Sabien ""I thought at first there was some LARP or something going on with props and all that.  Now I'm wondering if this is some cult bullshit."  Carol straightened up and glanced back the way they had come.  "But right now, we need to get out of here, and I need to call off the backup I called in."  She ran her fingers through her short, dark hair.  "Lots of people are looking for you, Theresa.  Right out of the blue, a task force gets set up for a long cold case, and wham, here you are in the flesh.  Something's going on.  I'm not sure it's in your best interest to be found."  Neathawk's eyes swiveled to Sabien.  "By anybody."