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Enter Jondy, part 4

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Logan stared at his computer screen as the casualty reports kept streaming in with his phone gripped tightly in one hand. There was nothing about a civilian female. Still, the time between when he paged Max and the phone ran was the longest three minutes of his life.

"Hello," he tried to sound casual when he answered it, in case it wasn't her.

"You paged," Max tried to sound calm, in case Logan had a logical, acceptable explanation for this.

Logan let out a deep sigh of relief and asked, "Where are you?"

"Outside a grimy warehouse, watching some fireworks and a three ring circus," she replied.

Logan took that to mean that the emergency response wasn't going well. It also meant that he was busted. "You left your bag here."

"I'll be right there. And, Logan, don't go anywhere until I get there unless that building is on fire!" Max ordered then hung up.

"Yes, ma'am!" Logan quipped.

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Logan was sprinkling walnuts over the finished chocolate mousse torte when Max stormed into his apartment twenty minutes later. Logan could tell she was furious.

"Hey Max," Logan tried smiling cheerfully. He could see Max calm down. He wasn't sure if it was because he was safe, his smile or the chocolate mouse torte, but it didn't look like he was going to get chewed out too badly after all. Then Max's iron will kicked in.

"What were you doing at that warehouse?" she demanded as she stopped inches from him, her arms crossed in front of her, all but tapping her foot.

"I was meeting an old friend from school." Logan tried for casual.

"At that warehouse?" Max wasn't buying it.

"Yeah," Logan replied. "Oh, by the way, I ran into someone the claimed she was Jondy." Logan knew he needed to change the subject. "She said to give you this." He reached into his pocket, retrieved the ornate silver cross and then handed it to Max. "She said you would know where to find her."

"Jondy?" Max asked. She couldn't believe it! She took the cross and examined it for clues. It was intricately cast silver Celtic cross with a small clear jewel in the center. It was about one inch long, and half an inch wide. There was clearly a clasp on top where you were to string the necklace it was supposed to be on. They only experience with religion that Max and Jondy both shared was some janitor giving them a card of 'the Blue Lady'. Max later learned that was Mary and that particular symbol was associated with the Catholic Church but this wasn't a crucifix or a St. somebody medal, which might have told Max which church to look at.

"So, what does it mean?" Logan asked.

Max turned in over in her hand again, and again, looking for any signature or clue. Even with her enhanced vision, she could find no sign. Finally she was forced to admit, "I have no idea."

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To be continued…..