For Christ sake, we’ve only been on the case for less than twenty-four hours. Give us some time . . .

But there may not be time, I realize. The Warlock may be playing a game with us, but it’s not one we’re meant to win.

A young paramedic, one I think I remember from the scene, is talking to a reporter. His face is wide open with surprise. Not shock. It’s awe.

“I can’t explain it. It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen. One moment the girl is just there and then BOOM! She’s erupted into flames reaching the sky.” He looks up, expecting to still see the fire.

“Do the authorities have any idea what caused this?” asks the reporter.

The paramedic shakes his head. “No. Nothing. They don’t have a clue. Look to your Bible, that’s all I’m saying.”

I turn the television off, disgusted. I don’t think it’s time to give up on rationality and reason just yet. I hope he’s just one excitable young man, but I can’t help think that his reaction is similar to that of many other people watching this around the world.

Somewhere the Warlock is also watching this. Laughing to himself.

I finish getting dressed and head back to Quantico for a conference with Danielle’s forensic unit, the assistant director, the head of behavioral sciences, in addition to a man from behavioral analysis and a few other people I don’t recognize. It’s a large room with about thirty seats around the table. Another thirty people are sitting and standing around us. When Ailes sees me, he pulls me from a chair by the wall and sits me next to him at the table.

I’m sitting still, trying not to call attention to myself. I don’t belong here. Everyone else has piles of folders in front of them, like they’re showing off their homework. I just have a folder with the notes I wrote on the plane, which I already typed up and e-mailed to the newly appointed supervisor of the investigation, a squat bald man named Joseph Knoll. He has a face like a prizefighter, the calculating kind that knows where to hit.

After getting a nod from the assistant director, Knoll calls the meeting to a start and begins with a PowerPoint presentation of what happened between the hacking and yesterday. He plays a video of the body in flames, taken by a sheriff’s deputy. This is a much closer view than the one on the news taken from atop a news truck.

“One week ago, the FBI’s public information website was hacked into and a number was placed there and an invitation for us to decode it. Almost seven days to the hour later, our cryptanalysts using our best number cruncher found the hidden code. It was the GPS coordinates of a cemetery in Michigan. That’s where we found the body of a girl that resembles, in every detail we could check, a murder victim from almost two years prior. However, a preliminary investigation showed that she had died just hours before. Apparently from asphyxiation and exhaustion from trying to crawl out of her own grave.