Luke was anxiously awaiting the inevitable reunion with Heather. What would happen when they found her? Would the chief have her taken back to prison?

He still had her purple rose hair clip and her choker, both which he kept with him, together with the letter he had written to her. Maybe the letter would uplift her spirits and remind her that she still had a friend on the outside. She would probably continue to need his support even when she got out of prison.

Christophe travelled with the team in the RV. They had stopped at a pet store in Kentucky along the way to buy a cage large enough to hold him. At night, when they turned in for the night, they let him out of his cage so he could hunt for food. He would arrive back at sunrise and patiently wait for the team to wake up so they could let him back in.

The team arrived at Camp Amethyst Lake after a drive spanning a couple of days. There were campgrounds for people to pitch their tents and cabins along the shores of the lake. It was a popular resort for fishing, swimming, boating, and hiking, though every once in a while, hunters would enter the woods for sport and kill what they could. The game warden frowned upon this and fines were often issued. For several days now, there was a Spring Break pool party hosted at one of the cabins down by the lake.

The sun disappeared beneath the horizon as they parked their RVs. The first person the team met outdoors was game warden Verne Smith. He warned the team about keeping their food locked up because several people had complained about their campsites being raided at night for the past few days. People suspected that it was a bear, but the chief had other suspicions.

"I'm betting that Heather is responsible," he said after Verne left. "Think about it, the raids started a few days ago and she arrived in the area at that time. Coincidence? I don't think so!"

"Christophe says he senses his mistress in the area," said Felix. He is wearing Heather's twin moon necklace. "We're closing in on her."

"That's good news," said Luke.

"I guess you could say he's looking forward to the 'Wiccan'!" said Gwen with a chuckle at her joke.

"Keep your hormones in check Luke," said Jacob. "We're involved in a manhunt, remember."

"Or a witch hunt in this case," said Gwen with a snicker. Luke shot her an annoyed look.

More and more over the past week since the prison break, the team had been seeing an increase in police officers and helicopters in the air, searching for the fugitives. News bulletins had pictures of both women. There had been no recent sightings of Morgana Blackhawk.

"Remember everybody," said Jacob, "we're not here on holiday. We're here on business to locate Heather Night."

"What will we do when we find her?" asked Luke. He nervously waited for the chief's answer.

"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it Luke. For all we know, Heather is like in attendance at that party."

"Then we'll have a party of our own," said Gwen. "A search party!"

"Argh!" Luke shouted with his hands to the side of his head as if it was pounding from the hammers of Gwen's sense of humor. "No more puns!"

"Gwen, we're not here for pleasure," said the chief. "We're looking for someone. It's not supposed to be fun."

"Well how come they call it a 'search par-'?" Luke glared at Gwen with his arms folded across his chest. He was in no mood to joke around.

"Sorry," she said. "Never mind."

Even though they were not here for pleasure, Luke was looking forward to the inevitable reunion with Heather. If she was still alive.

Suddenly, a panic stricken young man dashed into the clearing. "Where's the game warden?" he shouted.

"What's wrong?" asked Jacob.

"My friend has been murdered!" the man said. He was clearly hysterical and spoke so fast, the team could hardly understand him.

"Slow down and take a deep breath," said Ben. "Who are you and what happened?"

The man did as he was told and spoke slowly. "My name is Vincent Polbunion. My friend Trevor Lightheart has been murdered! I need to find the game warden!"

"Maybe we can help you," said Luke. "We're private detectives with FBI credentials. Can you show us where you found your friend?"

"Yes," said Vincent. "Please follow me."

#

Vincent led Luke and (Name) to the cabin he was renting for the week. Inside, lying on the floor next to the fireplace, was the body was a handsome young man with sandy hair. His shirt was soaked with blood around his chest. His hands looked like they had been scorched and burned, but there was no fire in the fireplace, nor was there any sign that a fire had been lit. A bloody poker rested nearby. It was clear to the two hunters that this was clearly a murder and the poker was suspected to be the weapon.

(Name) took a sample of a strange colorless substance from the poker handle for Priya to analyze. The body would be brought to Ben for an autopsy. There was also a notice to Trevor from game warden Verne Smith. The two hunters also questioned Vincent about his friend.

"Trevor and I shared this cabin together, though I'm the one who paid the rental fee."

"So this is your cabin?" asked Luke.

"It's where I'm staying."

"Can you tell us about your friend? Did he have any enemies?"

"Trevor had many friends, so who needs enemies? He came here to attend the Spring Break party, though he also had this get rich quick scheme."

"And what's that?"

"He claimed to have a map leading to the location of some treasure buried somewhere here at Amethyst Lake. Though the legend claims that a ghost haunts the area, supposedly protecting the treasure."

"Well, we're not interested in some ghost story," Luke said. Though the supernatural was his team's specialty, they were here in other business. "We're more interested in solving your friend's murder. Where was the last place he was seen alive?"

"Oh just down at another cabin," said Vincent. "Here, let me show you the way."

#

Outside the cabin, the sounds of partying and music are heard. There was hardly anybody inside. Most of the partygoers were outside swimming, playing volleyball, waterskiing, dancing, taking drugs, or socializing.

Luke searches the faces of all the young men and women, but there was no sign of Heather anywhere, much to his disappointment. However, he did see a familiar looking blonde girl. In the meantime, (Name) had found some clues, one of which was a cellphone. Unlocking it revealed a familiar picture of some blonde and Heather, smiling.

"Wait a minute," Luke said, "that's the same picture Heather sent me! And who is that girl? Oh, there's a name here. Lolly Anderson. Let's go see if she can tell us about Heather."

They singled out Lolly as she came back indoors. "Are you guys here to party too?" she asked. "You're not really dressed for the occasion?"

"We're here on business, not pleasure," said Luke. "We're looking for someone. Do you recall a girl with platinum hair tinted purple?"

"Yes I remember her," said Lolly. "We met in Grayson, Kentucky where I was buying drugs for this party. When we first arrived, we took a selfie. She wanted to send it to a friend of hers. Some guy named Luke."

Luke took out his cellphone and displayed the picture Heather had sent him. "Do you mean this picture?"

"So you're Luke I presume?" said Lolly as she poured herself a beer. She smiled. "Heather said you were pretty good looking, but I never imagined you were this dreamy."

"Unfortunately Lolly, I'm not here to flirt. Where is Heather?"

Lolly's smile faded. "She's not here. You see, she proved very popular among the other guys, much to the jealousy of their girlfriends. So after some stunt Trevor Lightheart pulled with her earlier this afternoon, they asked her to leave and not come back. She got real upset when that happened. I haven't seen her since. Poor girl, I hope she's all right."

"Speaking of Trevor," said Luke, "we're investigating his murder."

Lolly had been taking a sip of her beer at that moment when the news of Trevor's murder forced a spit up. Thankfully, the spray was nowhere directed at neither Luke nor (Name). "Trevor is dead? No way! He was the life of the party."

"He was last seen here wasn't he?" asked Luke.

"I last saw him a couple of hours ago. Not long after Heather left, some of us saw on the news that she was an escaped fugitive on the run. Come to think of it, that explains why she chose to ride in my trailer instead of in my car. She seemed like such a nice person. I had no idea she was a killer."

#

So far, the team had three suspects in the murder. Vincent, Lolly, and Verne. All of whom were shocked at the murder. But there was still no sign of Heather.

Christophe had gone out hunting for food. In the meantime, Ben had finished the autopsy and Priya completed her analysis. The poker was indeed the murder weapon as Trevor's blood was on it. The colorless substance was revealed to be skin lotion. Ben had concluded that Trevor had died from his heart being impaled with the poker. Death was instantaneous. He had no answer for how Trevor's hands had become burned, though he found a clue on his wrists from where the killer had touched them to confirm he was dead. On his wrist was melted chocolate from what was likely a candy bar.

Christophe had flown back from camp during their investigation. According to Felix, he had found a trail of blood and bloody footprints in the forest. Priya collected a sample of blood when Christophe led her to it and she completely her analysis by the time Luke was recapping what they had learned with (Name).

"Luke, you're not going to believe this," said Priya, "but the blood I found in the woods, it's Heather's. I remember it as the same blood sample I found on that black angel statue that she used to knock out Belinda from behind back in Indiana."

"What?" Luke gasped. "That means she must be in the forest! She's out there, badly wounded!"

"If that's true Luke, you must find her!" said Felix. He took off the twin moon necklace. "Wear this necklace and take Christophe with you!"

Though he was apprehensive about wearing an enchanted necklace, still remembering the shock that Christophe could speak english understood by anyone who wore it, Luke knew better than to argue. Heather was out there and she needed him. He hung the necklace around his neck. He reached into his pocked and closed his hand around the purple rose hair clip he had carried with him ever since Heather had gifted it to him back in Indiana.

"Let's go Christophe," he said. "Your mistress is waiting for us."

"I'll lead you to where I found the trail," said Christophe.

Heather, we're coming! Wherever you are, hang in there!