Circle of Blood (Forensic Mystery)

home. The battery on my BlackBerry died—if Hannah tried to reach me, I didn’t get the message.” Focus on the lights, the blinking colors on his face. Not on the cracks that were breaking inside her. She could feel them spreading, like a foundation rocked by an earthquake. If she didn’t take control, these fissures would make her crumble.
    For an instant Cameryn closed her eyes, aware of the ring in her pocket, small and round. When she opened them, she could see Justin and his look of disbelief. He stared, his eyes dark in the half-light. Cameryn made herself look back.
    “All right,” he said at last. “Then we’ll leave it at that.” He dropped his arm and stepped away, freeing her. “If you hear from Hannah, tell her I need to talk to her,” he said, sounding as though he was sorry he came. Well, she was sorry, too. Everything had started to spin out of control, and she didn’t know how to pull it back.
    “Good night, Cameryn.” Justin jumped down the last two stairs. Soon his engine roared to life and he was backing out, his headlights sweeping across their lawn as he pulled onto the street. His taillights lit up like angry red eyes, and he was gone.
    Numb, she went inside the kitchen. Her grandmother was making small sounds from her room, getting dressed, Cameryn figured. By stepping only on the edges of the stairs where they wouldn’t squeak, Cameryn made her way quietly to her own bedroom, silently, carefully, so as not to alert her mammaw, who might still want to talk. She didn’t turn on the lights as she stepped inside, guided by the glow from her screensaver. Fish swam in the computer screen’s artificial water, moving through the underwater light.
    She flopped onto her bed, burying her face into her pillow. Pain, already seeping through her soul, burst through the wall in her heart. There was a witness. The very thing she’d been afraid of had happened. Things had turned even more complicated and would only get worse. It was time, she knew, for her mother to come forward, because the noose was tightening inch by inch. She would have to talk her mother into it.
    Pulling her phone from its cradle, Cameryn punched in her mother’s number, but immediately Hannah’s voice message came on. Cameryn hung up, unsure of what to do next. She thought of the articles on bipolar disorder beneath her bed, but was too tired to read them. She was too tired to think, too tired to force her mind to wake up and calculate the worst possible outcome of each choice available. The witness, the brain bucket, and the word murder swirled through her head in a sick kaleidoscope. There was nowhere to turn, nothing to do.
    Two notes chimed from her computer telling her an e-mail had arrived. As though she were moving underwater, Cameryn made her way to her desk. It was a message from Jo Ann:
    Cameryn,
    I called my friend at the bureau and discovered there is quite a history to the words “Keep Sweet.” Keep Sweet is a saying used by Fundamentalist Mormons. These Fundamentalists are an offshoot and are not part of the mainstream Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. They absolutely do not belong to the real Mormon Church—it’s important to make that distinction. The Fundamentalists believe in something called “the Principle”—which means that a man must marry at least three wives in order to enter their highest heaven, the Celestial Kingdom. According to my friend, “Keep Sweet” is part of a slogan that also says, “perfect obedience brings perfect faith.” This saying is aimed exclusively at girls.
    It sounds as though the Fundamentalist life, especially for the women, is a hard one. At a very young age the girls undergo something called “The Placement.” The Placement is done by their Prophet, who is whichever man is currently ruling over his people. Girls as young as twelve are married off to old men. Young boys are sent away at puberty—often called the “lost boys” because they are taken from their community and left to fend for themselves. (Obviously, the older men must get rid of the younger males, since only a few men have all the women.) Although it varies by community, some rules are exceedingly harsh. There have been reports of severe abuse, but it is difficult if not impossible to track this, since the Fundamentalists live in towns that are closed to outsiders. Does the term “Keep Sweet” involve a forensic case you’re working on?
    I hope this information is of help.