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Go to: Table of Contents Hannah stood in front of Emily’s bed. The woman was motionless, the slow blips on her monitor the only sign she was alive. Hannah considered speaking. She wasn’t sure if it would do any good. There was so much she wanted to say, for the…

Go to: Table of Contents “This is all your fault,” Hannah said.      “Me?” Silas said. “I’m hurt. Wounded, even.”      Hannah leaned over her chair toward Silas. It was difficult, given she was handcuffed to the armrest. “This is the second time I’ve been in handcuffs since I met…

Go to: Table of Contents Hannah massaged her temples. She feared she was looking at a full-blown migraine. Pain pounded her head like a hammer on an anvil. She rested against the wall, grateful for the support. McClelland and Lang were standing a few feet away, recapping the night’s events.…

Go to: Table of Contents McClelland licked his spoon before putting it back on the plate. He leaned back, the vinyl booth squeaking beneath him. Silas was still thumbing what was left of his meal, a dried piece of bread saturated with ketchup. He had no intention of finishing it.…

Go to: Table of Contents “I think the cops are following me,” Hannah said.      “Paranoia,” Silas said.      “It’s not paranoia if it’s true.”      “That’s what every paranoid person says.      “Seriously,” she said. “Liz and Tom called the cops and now they got a tail on me.…

Go to: Table of Contents Tom Redding sat up in his bed. He looked over at his alarm clock. It was two in the morning and his doorbell was ringing. He got up and crossed the bedroom, leaving the light off. Somehow, he made his way to the front door.…