Shortly before the body of Cynthia Powell was found, the girl had run to the cops to begging for help. She told them a wild tale about thirteen hooded weirdos carrying on some kind of Black Mass orgy in a blue house with a red door. She said she'd been warned not to talk about it, but she was too scared to keep silent.

That was Monday. A couple of men were sent to check out the house. When they couldn't find it, they figured the girl was just having bad dreams.

So they forgot about her. Until she turned up again a few days later. Only this time she wasn't talking. She'd been murdered.

Well, lots of pretty young chicks get themselves killed in a big city. It looked like just another routine investigation.

Then they got the coroner's report. The girl had been dead for at least two weeks.

Which meant when she'd talked to the police that Monday she was already a corpse!