INT. - JULIAN BLACK'S MANSION - LATE AFTERNOON
Kinsey sat behind the wheel of her car, fingers tapping anxiously on the leather, heart skittering like a nervous filly. Grown woman, she chanted to herself. You're a grown woman. Find your spine and go do what you said you'd do.
It still took her almost five full minutes to drag herself out into the warm California sunshine. To cross the paving stones to the glass doors of the solarium. To enter the humid room and go to the door leading into the interior of the house. To the room where the artifacts waited.
As Kinsey's feet carried her closer, she knew it wasn't Simone's odd electricity that kept her coming back, nor was it her curiosity. No, it was that one single moment she'd been allowed to hold one of the artifacts in her hands. In tha
