Ritual For Death

The house was old, the paint peeling, all in all, not an impressive place.  It was like the Lion’s Dens in a hundred towns, a halfway house for runaways and drug rehabilitation center.  There was nothing remarkable about it.  Nor were its latest visitors; a weedy dark-haired man and his white-haired friend, at all remarkable.    The workers at the Den referred to the pair as the Magic Man and the Angel.  No, this pair did not look at all remarkable, but looks could be deceiving.The Magic Man was a lot older, Angel was enough younger it should have been possible for Randy and Glenn to ignore them.  It was not.  Too many people were affected by their actions.  It had always been possible to just ignore the Lion’s Den, a small house in an old neighborhood in Reddings.  The gangs weren’t bad, hard drugs weren’t used by a large portion of the population, and only the strange cult in the hills made life interesting.But not for Randy and Glenn...