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show host walked in. With his short curly brown hair, blue eyes and winning smile, Harvey would have been just at home on television as on the radio. Erik had met him in Boston during a science fiction convention where he’d been speaking. After he’d finished his presentation, Harvey had approached him about being on the show. They’d worked out the details over a couple of drinks and had set a date.
    “How’re you doing?” Steve said as they shook hands.
    “Just fine. And yourself?”
    “Oh, I can’t complain. I hear they’ve started shooting the film. That must be exciting.”
    “They began last week.”
    “Wow. Imagine that. Have you visited the set?”
    “No, I haven’t. Not that I haven’t been tempted. I think I want to be surprised when it’s released.
    “But wouldn’t it be worth it to see Nicole Kidman in person?”
    Erik laughed. “Yeah, and my wife is dying to meet Robert Downey Jr. Maybe that’s why I haven’t visited the set. I’d kind of like to stay married.”
    “They’ve assembled quite a cast, that’s for sure. They will be a draw at the box office. And that’ll help sales of the book.”
    Erik nodded.
    “It’s nice to see a native Rhode Islander make good,” Steve said. “I’m so happy for you. I’m sure you’ll do quite well.”
    “Thanks,” Erik said, and was pleased that Steve’s words were genuine.
    “So, have you thought about what you’d like to talk about on the show?”
    “Nothing specific. Any ideas?”
    “Well, like I told you in Boston, I have some pretty strange people on this show, so just about anything goes. I’ve had psychics, witches, faith healers, UFO freaks, you name it. In fact, you’re the first normal guest I’ve had in weeks.”
    “Me, normal?”
    “Well, everything’s relative,” I guess,” he teased. “Have you had a chance to listen to the show?”
    “I heard the one a couple of days ago. You had on a guy who claimed to have been taken away by a UFO. I see what you mean about having assorted weirdos as guests.”
    “Oh, yeah. John Smallwood. Actually, he was quite tame. Last week I interviewed a devil worshipper.”
    “A what?”
    “A devil worshipper. The guy really was weird. Gave me the shivers.”
    “I’ll bet. Was he serious?”
    “As a funeral. Claimed that he heard voices. And that the voices led him here. You could see something in his eyes—this guy’s not normal. Not by any stretch of the imagination. And you want to hear the worst part?”
    Erik nodded.
    “I was talking with my friend in the A.G’s office. The FBI is watching this character.”
    “For being a devil worshipper? I mean it’s weird and all, but it’s not illegal, is it? Isn’t he protected by freedom of religion?”
    “If all you’re doing is worshipping, yeah. But it’s more complicated than that. You can worship anything you want as long as you don’t break the law. But some of these weirdos go beyond that. They’ve tracked this guy all the way from California. He left there about a year ago and has slowly been making his way across the country. He’s the leader of a cult group and he and a few of his followers get together in the woods every so often and do their thing. Only no one knows for sure what exactly their thing is. The guy wouldn’t talk about it much, except to hear him tell it they worship the birds and the breeze and little voices in his head. But according to the A.G.’s Office they’re doing more than just reading the Lord’s Prayer backwards and frolicking in the bushes.”
    “Orgies?”
    “A lot worse than just sex. Kidnapping. Child molestation and abuse. Maybe even murder. The F.B.I. thinks they’re performing human sacrifice. With children.”
    “My God!”
    “Of course, nothing’s been proven. The F.B.I.’s been following a string of missing teens that seem to follow the path of these weirdos. A couple of bodies have turned up. They were killed in some perverted form of Satanic ritual. They haven’t