{"title":"Shop The Series Now!","description":"","products":[{"product_id":"bss","title":"The Complete Berkley Street Saga: 9 Books of Action-Packed Horror You Won't Be Able to Put Down (FREE U.S. SHIPPING)","description":"\u003ch2\u003e\u003cspan class=\"a-text-italic\"\u003eListen to a sample here:\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/h2\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003ciframe width=\"400\" height=\"75\" src=\"https:\/\/drive.google.com\/file\/d\/13vtVTu9S9E8Z9q51E-WL7lDwQlWeRpll\/preview\"\u003e\u003c\/iframe\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #000000;\"\u003e🗣 Professionally Narrated by Thom Bowers\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch4\u003eGet 9 horror-packed books, guaranteed to send shivers down your spine!\u003c\/h4\u003e\n\u003ch2\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eAn abandoned house. A forgotten evil. Home sweet home...\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/h2\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eShane Ryan returns to his hometown of Nashua, and the childhood memories that have haunted him throughout his life. Something sinister prowls the shadows of his family home. And darkness threatens to destroy all he holds dear.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eTwenty years ago, the dark force took Shane's family. They vanished within the halls of their shadowy old house. Now, more relatives have gone missing. But a childhood memory stirs in his mind - a long-forgotten encounter with a sinister presence that has always lurked just out of sight.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eTo confront this malevolent evil, Shane must peel back the secrets of his former home. His investigation will take him on a journey that challenges everything he thought he knew about himself and his past. But can he banish his demons once and for all?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eOr will the darkness consume him…\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThis digital box set contains the complete Berkley Street series. Nine terrifying novels of supernatural horror guaranteed to chill you to the bone.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch2\u003eWhat people are saying:\u003c\/h2\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ \u003cem\u003e\"Fast-paced, well-written, and genuinely creepy.\"\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003e⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ \"Shane is one of the best characters I've ever read. He actually fights back instead of running scared.\" \u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ \u003cem\u003e\"Amazing! Stephen King, move over for your successor…\" \u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ \u003cem\u003e\"This series of books would make a good TV series.\" \u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ \u003cem\u003e\"It’s rare to find horror that actually makes you care about the characters. These books do exactly that, and then they terrify you.\" \u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch2\u003eBooks Included in the Bundle:\u003c\/h2\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e✅ Berkley Street (Book 1)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e✅ The Lighthouse (Book 2)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e✅ The Town of Griswold (Book 3)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e✅ Sanford Hospital (Book 4)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e✅ Kurkow Prison (Book 5)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e✅ Lake Nutaq (Book 6)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e✅ Slater Mill (Book 7)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e✅ Borgin Keep (Book 8)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e✅ Amherst Burial Ground (Book 9)\u003cspan\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cspan class=\"a-text-bold a-text-italic\"\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ctable width=\"100%\" style=\"width: 100%; height: 156.8px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctbody\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cspan\u003eEBOOK\/PAPERBACK\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003e807 pages\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eAUDIOBOOK\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003e66 hours and 14 minutes\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eNARRATED BY\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003eThom Bowers\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003c\/tbody\u003e\n\u003c\/table\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"product-block product-block--tab\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"collapsibles-wrapper collapsibles-wrapper--border-bottom\"\u003e\n\u003cbutton type=\"button\" class=\"label collapsible-trigger collapsible-trigger-btn collapsible-trigger-btn--borders collapsible--auto-height\" aria-controls=\"Product-content-tab_f3QTgL8782181630231\" aria-expanded=\"false\"\u003e Read a Sample \u003cspan class=\"collapsible-trigger__icon collapsible-trigger__icon--open\" role=\"presentation\"\u003e \u003csvg aria-hidden=\"true\" role=\"presentation\" class=\"icon icon--wide icon-chevron-down\" viewbox=\"0 0 28 16\"\u003e\u003cpath d=\"m1.57 1.59 12.76 12.77L27.1 1.59\" stroke-width=\"2\" stroke=\"#000\" fill=\"none\"\u003e\u003c\/path\u003e\u003c\/svg\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e \u003c\/button\u003e\n\u003cdiv id=\"Product-content-tab_f3QTgL8782181630231\" class=\"collapsible-content collapsible-content--all\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"collapsible-content__inner rte\"\u003e\n\u003ch3 dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-align: center; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 17pt; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; color: #434343; background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eCHAPTER 1: SHANE, SEPTEMBER 1ST, 1982\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eShane Ryan had never seen a bigger house.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eTheir new home looked like a castle, with two towers and tall, narrow windows. Shane counted six chimneys. A pair of giant, thick trees stood on either side of the wide front door. A thick stone wall, nearly as tall as Shane’s father, protected the whole property.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“What do you think, kid?” his father asked as he parked the car in the long driveway.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Is it a castle?” Shane asked.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHis mother let out a pleased laugh, and his father shook his head.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“No, kid. The Andersons, well, they were really wealthy. They wanted it to look like a castle on the outside, but on the inside, well, it’s a regular house.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Oh,” Shane said, trying not to sound disappointed. “So no secret passages or anything?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Who knows?” his mother said, gently slapping his father on the arm. “Who knows?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Yeah,” Shane’s father said, winking at him in the rearview mirror, “Who knows?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Come on,” Shane’s mother said. “Let’s go inside.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHis father turned the engine off, and Shane dutifully waited for his mother to open the back door of the Cadillac before he got out. The September air was warm and still smelled like summer. Shane saw the grass in the yard was freshly mowed and all of the windows shined. Each gray stone seemed to glow in the sun.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“How big is the yard?” Shane asked, looking around.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Well,” his father said, following his son’s gaze, “you could fit eight of our old yards into the front yard.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Wow,” Shane said, turning and looking at the expanse of grass.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“In the side yard there’s a garden,” his mother said, “there’s also a pond in the backyard.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eShane felt his eyes widen. “A pond?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Yup,” his father said happily. “And you know what else, kid?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“What?” Shane asked.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“It’s full of fish. We can go fishing whenever we want.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Wow,” Shane whispered. “Wow.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eShane’s parents laughed happily, and he followed them up the front walk. His father took out the house key, unlocked the large door and opened it. Shane stepped into the biggest room he had ever seen.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eA huge set of stairs stretched up into darkness, and dim pieces of furniture filled what he realized was a hallway. Close to where Shane stood, a tall grandfather clock ticked away the time.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eAnd behind the tick of the second hand, Shane heard whispers.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eSomeone whispered in the walls.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch1 dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-align: center; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/h1\u003e\n\u003ch3 dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-align: center; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 17pt; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; color: #434343; background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eCHAPTER 2: SHANE, MARCH 20TH, 2016\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe fan hummed steadily.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eShane sat up in his narrow bed as the cool air dried the sweat on his body. He took long, deep breaths and looked at the clock.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eSix in the morning.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHe closed his eyes and forced away the last remnants of his nightmares. He reached over to his bed table, took the bottle of whiskey and glass off of it and poured himself a small shot.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eShane drank it quickly and returned them both to their place.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eMy security blanket\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e, he thought bitterly. He got out of the bed, took the three steps to his bathroom and climbed into the shower. Shane turned on the water and forced himself to stand under it until it warmed up. Finally, with the water tolerable, he scrubbed himself rigorously and then rinsed off.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe bare minimum to get clean and rid himself of the stench of fear and sweat.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eOnce out of the shower, he dried off and looked at himself in the mirror.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThin face. Haggard eyes. No hair.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eAlopecia areata\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e, he thought, running a hand over his smooth scalp. His pale skin looked sickly in the light of the fluorescent lamp above the mirror. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eUnexplained hair loss.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003ePretty sure I can explain it\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e, Shane thought angrily.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eWith a shake of his head, he forced himself to focus on his morning routine. He brushed his teeth, went back into his bedroom and got dressed. A pair of jeans and a black tee shirt. Running shoes and a pullover sweatshirt of dark gray. Absently he rolled the wedding band on his ring finger as he walked to his kitchenette.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eOatmeal for breakfast. Strong coffee. Vitamins. A banana and two pieces of rye bread toasted.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eNo matter how much he ate, though, he wouldn’t get up over one hundred and forty-five pounds.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eTall and thin\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e, he thought. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eJust like dad.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eShane put his wallet in his pocket, took his phone and his keys, and left his apartment. The noises of the world fell in around him, and he did his best to ignore them. He took his walk alone in the early morning light. The streets were clear of snow, although salt and sand crunched beneath his feet.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eWinter had slipped by New Hampshire and snow had been a rare sight. Ice, however, had visited more than once, and the streets were always treated for it.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eShane fought the urge to stop at the Paki’s corner store for a pack of cigarettes, but he walked by. He reached the top of Library Hill, walked around the Soldiers and Sailors Monument, and made his way back to his apartment on Locust Street.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eOnce inside, he poured himself a fresh cup of coffee and went to his laptop. He powered it up, logged into his work account, and looked to see what needed to be translated.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eAmong the work emails, he found one from O’Connor Law Associates.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eOh, Jesus, what now\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e? He thought, opening the email.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHis heart leaped at what it said.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eDear Mr. Ryan\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e, the email began.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin: 0pt 36pt 0pt 36pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eWe are pleased to inform you the proceedings regarding your family’s home at 125 Berkley Street have finally finished.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin: 0pt 36pt 0pt 36pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin: 0pt 36pt 0pt 36pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe house is yours, per your parents’ wishes, and your uncle and aunt have exhausted their financial and legal options.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin: 0pt 36pt 0pt 36pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin: 0pt 36pt 0pt 36pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003ePlease call my office at your earliest convenience so we might sign the appropriate paperwork and give you the keys to your home.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin: 0pt 36pt 0pt 36pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin: 0pt 36pt 0pt 36pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eSincerely,\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin: 0pt 36pt 0pt 36pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eJeremy O’Connor\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eShane sat back and stared at the email.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe keys to my home.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eMy home.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eShane leaned forward and jotted the number for the firm down on his notepad.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eNow I’ll find them\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e, he told himself, joy and rage twining together in his heart. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eNow I will find them.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch3 dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-align: center; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003ch3 dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-align: center; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 17pt; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; color: #434343; background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eCHAPTER 3: SHANE, SEPTEMBER 15TH, 1982\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Are you awake?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eShane sat up and turned on his light. His heart beat quickly, and he looked around his large room. The curtains were drawn on the tall windows. His books were lined neatly on his shelves. Legos were scattered across the floor by the old fireplace.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Are you awake?” the voice asked again.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eShane twisted around in his bed. Neither his mother nor his father was in his room.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHe was alone.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHe couldn’t tell where the voice came from. His mouth was dry, so he swallowed, wet his lips with his tongue, and said in a low voice, “I’m awake.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Good,” the voice said.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eIt came from behind his dresser.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Why? Why is it good?” Shane asked.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Because they don’t want you here,” the voice said. “They don’t want you. Here.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHis heart thumped heavily, and he managed to ask, “Who?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Don’t ask,” the voice said. “I want you here. I’m lonely.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eShane tried to speak but couldn’t. The sound of his blood as it rushed through him nearly drowned out his own thoughts. “Why are you lonely?” Shane whispered.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“I’ve been here a long time. Such a very long time.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe bureau started to move, inch by inch, into the room. It swung out slowly from the wall, and a dark shadow appeared.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eIt took Shane a moment to realize there was a passage in the wall.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eA soft scrape slipped out of the darkness, and it was quickly followed by a sigh.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe speaker stepped into the room.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eA girl. Perhaps eight or nine.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eAnd dead.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eDead, dead, dead.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eShe smelled like death, and her skin was shrunken, pulled tight across her bones. Her lips were stretched in a gruesome smile, and long teeth protruded from her yellow jawbone.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“I’m lonely,” she said, stepping into the room. Bits of fabric fell from her ragged, gray dress. Her brown hair was tied back with a faded red bow, and the bones of her feet cracked as she walked. “I’m lonely. I want to play.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e","brand":"Scare Street","offers":[{"title":"PAPERBACK","offer_id":49348519919895,"sku":"BERKLEY STREET SERIES","price":109.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true},{"title":"AUDIOBOOK","offer_id":49361086775575,"sku":"berkley1-9","price":49.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true},{"title":"EBOOK","offer_id":47030601875735,"sku":"berkley1-9e","price":34.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true},{"title":"EBOOK + AUDIO","offer_id":51555755819287,"sku":"berkley1-9ebab","price":59.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0798\/7209\/8583\/files\/WEB_Berkley_1-9_BSpread_45-_v3.jpg?v=1764756268"},{"product_id":"berkleystreet1","title":"Berkley Street: Fast-Paced Supernatural Horror (Book 1)","description":"\u003ch2\u003e\u003cspan class=\"a-text-italic\"\u003eListen to a sample here:\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/h2\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003ciframe src=\"https:\/\/drive.google.com\/file\/d\/13vtVTu9S9E8Z9q51E-WL7lDwQlWeRpll\/preview\" height=\"75\" width=\"400\"\u003e\u003c\/iframe\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #000000;\"\u003e🗣 Professionally Narrated by Thom Bowers\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch2\u003eAn abandoned house. 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He came home to find answers.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eNow he's fighting for his life.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eAnd Berkley Street is just the beginning. The mystery of his parents' disappearance runs deeper than Shane could imagine—across nine haunted locations, nine books, and one veteran's war against the supernatural. Most readers finish the entire series in under 2 weeks.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003eWill you?\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003ca rel=\"noopener\" href=\"https:\/\/scarestreet.com\/products\/bss?variant=49348519919895\" target=\"_blank\"\u003e\u003c\/a\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003ca href=\"https:\/\/scarestreet.com\/products\/bss?variant=49348519919895\" rel=\"noopener\" target=\"_blank\"\u003eUNLOCK THE COMPLETE 9-BOOK SERIES — 50% OFF TODAY!\u003c\/a\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch2\u003eWhat people are saying:\u003c\/h2\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ \u003cem\u003e\"This haunted house story is more slasher flick than suspense—the ghosts are physical and violent.\" \u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ \u003cem\u003e\"Amazing! Stephen King, move over for your successor…\" \u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ \u003cem\u003e\"This series of books would make a good TV series.\" \u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ \u003cem\u003e\"It’s rare to find horror that actually makes you care about the characters. These books do exactly that—and then they terrify you.\" \u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ \u003cem\u003e\"Shane is one of the best characters I've ever read. He actually fights back instead of running scared.\" \u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ctable width=\"100%\" style=\"width: 100%; height: 156.8px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctbody\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cspan\u003eEBOOK\/PAPERBACK\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003e219 pages\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eAUDIOBOOK\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003e6 Hours and 51 Minutes\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eNARRATED BY\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003eThom Bowers\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePART OF SERIES\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003eBook 1 of 9\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003c\/tbody\u003e\n\u003c\/table\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"product-block product-block--tab\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"collapsibles-wrapper collapsibles-wrapper--border-bottom\"\u003e\n\u003cbutton type=\"button\" class=\"label collapsible-trigger collapsible-trigger-btn collapsible-trigger-btn--borders collapsible--auto-height\" aria-controls=\"Product-content-tab_f3QTgL8782181630231\" aria-expanded=\"false\"\u003e Read a Sample \u003cspan class=\"collapsible-trigger__icon collapsible-trigger__icon--open\" role=\"presentation\"\u003e \u003csvg aria-hidden=\"true\" role=\"presentation\" class=\"icon icon--wide icon-chevron-down\" viewbox=\"0 0 28 16\"\u003e\u003cpath d=\"m1.57 1.59 12.76 12.77L27.1 1.59\" stroke-width=\"2\" stroke=\"#000\" fill=\"none\"\u003e\u003c\/path\u003e\u003c\/svg\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e \u003c\/button\u003e\n\u003cdiv id=\"Product-content-tab_f3QTgL8782181630231\" class=\"collapsible-content collapsible-content--all\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"collapsible-content__inner rte\"\u003e\n\u003ch3 dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-align: center; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\n\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 17pt; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; color: #434343; background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003ch3 dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-align: center; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 17pt; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; color: #434343; background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eCHAPTER 1: SHANE, SEPTEMBER 1ST, 1982\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eShane Ryan had never seen a bigger house.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eTheir new home looked like a castle, with two towers and tall, narrow windows. Shane counted six chimneys. A pair of giant, thick trees stood on either side of the wide front door. A thick stone wall, nearly as tall as Shane’s father, protected the whole property.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“What do you think, kid?” his father asked as he parked the car in the long driveway.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Is it a castle?” Shane asked.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHis mother let out a pleased laugh, and his father shook his head.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“No, kid. The Andersons, well, they were really wealthy. They wanted it to look like a castle on the outside, but on the inside, well, it’s a regular house.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Oh,” Shane said, trying not to sound disappointed. “So no secret passages or anything?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Who knows?” his mother said, gently slapping his father on the arm. “Who knows?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Yeah,” Shane’s father said, winking at him in the rearview mirror, “Who knows?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Come on,” Shane’s mother said. “Let’s go inside.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHis father turned the engine off, and Shane dutifully waited for his mother to open the back door of the Cadillac before he got out. The September air was warm and still smelled like summer. Shane saw the grass in the yard was freshly mowed and all of the windows shined. Each gray stone seemed to glow in the sun.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“How big is the yard?” Shane asked, looking around.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Well,” his father said, following his son’s gaze, “you could fit eight of our old yards into the front yard.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Wow,” Shane said, turning and looking at the expanse of grass.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“In the side yard there’s a garden,” his mother said, “there’s also a pond in the backyard.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eShane felt his eyes widen. “A pond?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Yup,” his father said happily. “And you know what else, kid?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“What?” Shane asked.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“It’s full of fish. We can go fishing whenever we want.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Wow,” Shane whispered. “Wow.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eShane’s parents laughed happily, and he followed them up the front walk. His father took out the house key, unlocked the large door and opened it. Shane stepped into the biggest room he had ever seen.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eA huge set of stairs stretched up into darkness, and dim pieces of furniture filled what he realized was a hallway. Close to where Shane stood, a tall grandfather clock ticked away the time.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eAnd behind the tick of the second hand, Shane heard whispers.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eSomeone whispered in the walls.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch1 dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-align: center; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/h1\u003e\n\u003ch3 dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-align: center; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 17pt; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; color: #434343; background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eCHAPTER 2: SHANE, MARCH 20TH, 2016\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe fan hummed steadily.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eShane sat up in his narrow bed as the cool air dried the sweat on his body. He took long, deep breaths and looked at the clock.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eSix in the morning.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHe closed his eyes and forced away the last remnants of his nightmares. He reached over to his bed table, took the bottle of whiskey and glass off of it and poured himself a small shot.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eShane drank it quickly and returned them both to their place.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eMy security blanket\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e, he thought bitterly. He got out of the bed, took the three steps to his bathroom and climbed into the shower. Shane turned on the water and forced himself to stand under it until it warmed up. Finally, with the water tolerable, he scrubbed himself rigorously and then rinsed off.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe bare minimum to get clean and rid himself of the stench of fear and sweat.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eOnce out of the shower, he dried off and looked at himself in the mirror.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThin face. Haggard eyes. No hair.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eAlopecia areata\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e, he thought, running a hand over his smooth scalp. His pale skin looked sickly in the light of the fluorescent lamp above the mirror. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eUnexplained hair loss.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003ePretty sure I can explain it\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e, Shane thought angrily.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eWith a shake of his head, he forced himself to focus on his morning routine. He brushed his teeth, went back into his bedroom and got dressed. A pair of jeans and a black tee shirt. Running shoes and a pullover sweatshirt of dark gray. Absently he rolled the wedding band on his ring finger as he walked to his kitchenette.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eOatmeal for breakfast. Strong coffee. Vitamins. A banana and two pieces of rye bread toasted.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eNo matter how much he ate, though, he wouldn’t get up over one hundred and forty-five pounds.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eTall and thin\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e, he thought. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eJust like dad.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eShane put his wallet in his pocket, took his phone and his keys, and left his apartment. The noises of the world fell in around him, and he did his best to ignore them. He took his walk alone in the early morning light. The streets were clear of snow, although salt and sand crunched beneath his feet.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eWinter had slipped by New Hampshire and snow had been a rare sight. Ice, however, had visited more than once, and the streets were always treated for it.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eShane fought the urge to stop at the Paki’s corner store for a pack of cigarettes, but he walked by. He reached the top of Library Hill, walked around the Soldiers and Sailors Monument, and made his way back to his apartment on Locust Street.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eOnce inside, he poured himself a fresh cup of coffee and went to his laptop. He powered it up, logged into his work account, and looked to see what needed to be translated.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eAmong the work emails, he found one from O’Connor Law Associates.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eOh, Jesus, what now\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e? He thought, opening the email.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHis heart leaped at what it said.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eDear Mr. Ryan\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e, the email began.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin: 0pt 36pt 0pt 36pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eWe are pleased to inform you the proceedings regarding your family’s home at 125 Berkley Street have finally finished.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin: 0pt 36pt 0pt 36pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin: 0pt 36pt 0pt 36pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe house is yours, per your parents’ wishes, and your uncle and aunt have exhausted their financial and legal options.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin: 0pt 36pt 0pt 36pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin: 0pt 36pt 0pt 36pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003ePlease call my office at your earliest convenience so we might sign the appropriate paperwork and give you the keys to your home.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin: 0pt 36pt 0pt 36pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin: 0pt 36pt 0pt 36pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eSincerely,\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin: 0pt 36pt 0pt 36pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eJeremy O’Connor\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eShane sat back and stared at the email.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe keys to my home.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eMy home.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eShane leaned forward and jotted the number for the firm down on his notepad.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eNow I’ll find them\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e, he told himself, joy and rage twining together in his heart. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eNow I will find them.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch3 dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-align: center; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003ch3 dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-align: center; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 17pt; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; color: #434343; background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eCHAPTER 3: SHANE, SEPTEMBER 15TH, 1982\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Are you awake?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eShane sat up and turned on his light. His heart beat quickly, and he looked around his large room. The curtains were drawn on the tall windows. His books were lined neatly on his shelves. Legos were scattered across the floor by the old fireplace.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Are you awake?” the voice asked again.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eShane twisted around in his bed. Neither his mother nor his father was in his room.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHe was alone.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHe couldn’t tell where the voice came from. His mouth was dry, so he swallowed, wet his lips with his tongue, and said in a low voice, “I’m awake.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Good,” the voice said.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eIt came from behind his dresser.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Why? Why is it good?” Shane asked.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Because they don’t want you here,” the voice said. “They don’t want you. Here.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHis heart thumped heavily, and he managed to ask, “Who?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Don’t ask,” the voice said. “I want you here. I’m lonely.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eShane tried to speak but couldn’t. The sound of his blood as it rushed through him nearly drowned out his own thoughts. “Why are you lonely?” Shane whispered.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“I’ve been here a long time. Such a very long time.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe bureau started to move, inch by inch, into the room. It swung out slowly from the wall, and a dark shadow appeared.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eIt took Shane a moment to realize there was a passage in the wall.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eA soft scrape slipped out of the darkness, and it was quickly followed by a sigh.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe speaker stepped into the room.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eA girl. 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He’s the best. And his reward for excellence? The punishment of being in high demand for jobs to eradicate the worst kind of ghosts – the kind that kill.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003eHis latest assignment is an idyllic island setting with sunny skies, crystal blue ocean and a venerable old lighthouse that makes the scenery picture perfect … except for the malevolent, murderous ghosts marring the living portrait. If Amy, the owner, wasn’t Marie Lafontaine’s cousin, Shane would have steered clear of Squirrel Island and its diabolical dead. But Detective Lafontaine is his do-or-die friend. He’d do anything for her. Even face Dorothy, the undead Evilena who kills anyone invading her unholy domain. Add two shipwrecked couples to the mix and Shane has more trouble than he wants to handle.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003eShane’s mission is clear: rid the island of Dorothy and her band of undead while keeping his new charges alive. 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Granted, he disliked the keeper’s house more, but the lighthouse was a close second.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 19pt 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eCourtney felt the same way. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 19pt 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“You okay?” he asked her.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 19pt 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eShe nodded, her gaze traveling up the stairs. “Do we need to go up there?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 19pt 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Maybe tomorrow night,” Shane answered. He sat down beside her, draped his arms over his raised knees, and looked up to where the young man, Dane, had been killed.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 19pt 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Why tomorrow?” Courtney asked. “Why not today?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 19pt 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“I’m hoping someone will come and check on me in the morning,” Shane said. “I haven’t checked in since I arrived.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 19pt 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“And if they don’t come?” Courtney said.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 19pt 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Then I break the lantern,” Shane said. He fished out his cigarettes, lit one, and blew the smoke away from her.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 19pt 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Why not now?” Courtney asked.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 19pt 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“It’s too risky,” Shane said.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 19pt 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eShe was silent for a short time before she said, “Because if you shatter the light and there’s already a rescue crew on its way, they might not be able to get to us.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 19pt 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHe nodded. “Exactly. If we break it tomorrow during the day though, whoever monitors the light on the mainland will send a boat out immediately. It has to be standard procedure because the lights are always on, they have to be for safety. Which means there has to be a boat on standby at all times. More than likely, a Coast Guard patrol boat. Maybe even a cutter. But there’ll be one ready.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 19pt 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“And they’ll take us off the island,” she said softly.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 19pt 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“I hope so,” Shane said.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 19pt 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“What about the bodies?” Courtney said, looking at him. “Eileen’s neck was broken. Dane was ripped apart.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 19pt 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“I’ll deal with the fallout of their deaths,” Shane said, the cigarette trembling in his hand briefly. “I don’t want to go to prison for a couple of murders I didn’t commit, but I’d rather be alive than dead and trapped here forever.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 19pt 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“You think that’s what happens?” she asked softly.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 19pt 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“I do,” Shane said. “When I was up there, the ghost who killed Dane said he needed help to clean the lighthouse. I’m assuming that was why he killed Dane.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 19pt 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“What? Like some undead indentured servant?” she asked, her voice quivering with a hint of revulsion and fear.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 19pt 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Exactly.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 19pt 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“What if he needs more?” she asked, trembling. “What if one isn’t enough?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 19pt 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eShane reached out a hand, and Courtney took it. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 19pt 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“We’re in here together,” he said softly. “We’ll be okay. We know what to look out for.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 19pt 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eShe hesitated and then asked, “What about Scott?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 19pt 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Scott has a choice to make,” Shane said gently, without any malice. “He can come and be safe with us, or he can sulk in the keeper’s house. It’s really his decision.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 19pt 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Yeah,” she whispered. “You’re right.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 19pt 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eCourtney leaned against him, pulling his arm up and around her shoulders. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 19pt 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“What do we do now?” she asked.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 19pt 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Now,” he answered, “we wait to see what happens, if anything.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 19pt 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Do you think it’ll be a quiet night?” she asked hopefully.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“No,” he said with a shake of his head. “I think someone will come in, and they’ll be coming for us. 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What starts as a hike, becomes a deadly game of cat and mouse with a malevolent ghost who preys upon unsuspecting visitors. Shane has seen his share of bad spirits, but nothing could have prepared him for the evil predator dogging his trail.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAbel Latham is the scourge of Griswold, a deathly quiet town populated by the undead. Abel stalks the hapless victims who stumble onto his unholy ground before torturing them to death. The police rarely notice who's missing until two brothers disappear and the only clues are the boys' abandoned trucks and blood. Lots of blood.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThough shaken by the gruesome details of Abel's depraved life and dreadful crimes, Shane knows his new job is to end Latham's reign of terror and his vengeance for blood. As Shane hunts his ghostly mark, he prays \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan class=\"a-text-italic\"\u003ehe\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan\u003e won't be the next grisly artifact found in Griswold Forest!\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ctable width=\"100%\" style=\"width: 100%; height: 98px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctbody\u003e\n\u003ctr\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePRINT LENGTH\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003e225 pages\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eAUDIO LENGTH\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #000000;\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003e7 hours and 14 minutes\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eNARRATED BY \u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #000000;\"\u003eThom Bowers\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePRODUCT DIMENSION\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003e6 x 0.5 x 9 inches\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eISBN\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%;\"\u003e979-8-89476-002-5\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eLANGUAGE\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003eEnglish\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePUBLICATION DATE\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%;\"\u003eSeptember 24, 2016\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003c\/tbody\u003e\n\u003c\/table\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"product-block product-block--tab\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"collapsibles-wrapper collapsibles-wrapper--border-bottom\"\u003e\n\u003cbutton aria-expanded=\"false\" aria-controls=\"Product-content-tab_f3QTgL8782181630231\" class=\"label collapsible-trigger collapsible-trigger-btn collapsible-trigger-btn--borders collapsible--auto-height\" type=\"button\"\u003e Read a Sample \u003cspan role=\"presentation\" class=\"collapsible-trigger__icon collapsible-trigger__icon--open\"\u003e \u003csvg viewbox=\"0 0 28 16\" class=\"icon icon--wide icon-chevron-down\" role=\"presentation\" aria-hidden=\"true\" focusable=\"false\"\u003e\u003cpath fill=\"none\" stroke=\"#000\" stroke-width=\"2\" d=\"m1.57 1.59 12.76 12.77L27.1 1.59\"\u003e\u003c\/path\u003e\u003c\/svg\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e \u003c\/button\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"collapsible-content collapsible-content--all\" id=\"Product-content-tab_f3QTgL8782181630231\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"collapsible-content__inner rte\"\u003e\n\u003ch3 style=\"line-height: 0.72; text-align: center; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 16pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 4pt 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 17pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #434343; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eCHAPTER 34: UNINVITED GUESTS\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eShane was good and buzzed by the time he finished his tea party with Eloise. He sat alone in his study, the last cigarette of his pack in his mouth, unlit. There was a fresh carton in the kitchen, but it was too far to travel when he couldn’t feel his legs.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eI could ask Carl\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e, Shane thought, grinning. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHe might do it. He might not. Too tired to call for him.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eShane looked at the lighter on the table beside him, reached out, and missed it. He swore, and the cigarette fell out of his mouth and onto his chest. Shane frowned and thought, \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eI am not that drunk\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHe patted around his chest for a moment, picked the cigarette up, and returned it to his mouth. For a moment, he eyed the lighter, and then figured he would wait.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eDon’t want to light myself on fire.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe doorbell rang.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eTiredly, Shane looked to the study door. Carl appeared a moment later, passing easily through the thick wood. “You’ve guests, my friend.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“How many?” Shane asked in German.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Three,” Carl replied. “Men. Police, from what I can see.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe doorbell rang again.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eShane rolled his eyes.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Will you answer it?” Carl asked.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Sure,” Shane said, pushing himself upright. He hesitated and then got to his feet. For a second, he swayed unsteadily, but he shifted his weight and maintained his balance precariously.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“And if they arrest you?” Carl said.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eShane chuckled. “Then I’ll sober up in jail tonight. Not worried about it, Carl. So don’t.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eCarl shook his head and slipped away.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eFor a third time, the doorbell rang, and Shane yelled out, “I’m coming!”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eCarefully he made his way out of the study, down the hall, and to the front door. He opened it, saying, “Come in, gentlemen.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe three men looked at him warily as they entered.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eShane put a hand out to the wall to keep himself upright. “Follow me.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHe led them back to the study, dropped into his chair, and watched them as they entered the room. They sat without waiting for permission.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eShane sighed and examined the men. One he knew. Henry Martini, the State Trooper. The other man, a little older than Martini, had the bearing of a police officer, and Shane thought he had seen the man at the barracks in Manchester. The oldest of them Shane had never seen before. But on the man’s jacket was an American flag pin, the Vietnam War campaign pin, and a small, blue-enamel combat infantryman’s badge.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHe’s a hard case, \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eShane thought. He glanced at what remained in the whiskey bottle, considered it for a moment, and then decided against it.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“You’re drunk,” the old man said.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Almost,” Shane said. “But I plan on getting drunk, and remaining so for several days.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“We’d rather you didn’t,” Martini said.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eShane waited to hear why.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eMartini cleared his throat and then introduced the men. After he did so, the veteran, Gordon, said, “You’ve seen Abel Latham.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Yup,” Shane responded. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eGuess I’ll need the drink.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHe reached out to pour it and Donnie said, “Don’t.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eA bolt of anger raced through Shane. “Donnie, this is my house. I’m going to drink as much as I want.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eCarl came into the room and stood behind the visitors.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“You’re too drunk already,” Henry said.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“I will take the bottle away from you until we’re done,” Donnie added angrily.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eShane smiled. “Best if you don’t try, Donnie. I’d hate for us to get off on the wrong foot.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003ePicking up the bottle, Shane started to pour the drink, and Donnie stood up.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eIn German, Shane said, “My friend, if you would.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eCarl stepped forward, put his hands on Donnie’s shoulders and pushed him back down onto the couch. Donnie’s exclamation of surprise filled the room as Gordon and Henry looked at him in shock.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“What the hell just happened?” Henry asked uncomfortably.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eDonnie was rubbing his shoulders, glancing around nervously. Carl still stood behind him.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“That was my friend, Carl,” Shane answered, lifting his glass and taking a drink. “Carl is dead. Has been for an extremely long time. But he is my friend. This is my house. And if I want to get so drunk that I wake up in my own puke on the floor, that’s what I’m going to do.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Unfortunately,” he continued, “your arrival has sobered me up somewhat, and I don’t particularly want to be sober right now. I have extremely bad coping skills, as you can see by the nearly empty bottle of whiskey at my elbow. Now, if you gentlemen will kindly explain to me what it is you want, we can all be about our business, whatever it may be.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHe drank a little and waited for someone to speak.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHenry finally broke the silence. “Can you tell me what happened at the Roy house?” he asked.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe question surprised Shane. “There was an intruder.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“There’s more to it than that,” Henry said. He leaned forward. “I know it. They ran a paranormal website. Something happened.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e","brand":"Scare Street","offers":[{"title":"PAPERBACK","offer_id":49399116661015,"sku":"THE TOWN OF GRISWOLD","price":15.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true},{"title":"EBOOK","offer_id":47043379495191,"sku":"berkley3e","price":6.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true},{"title":"AUDIOBOOK","offer_id":49361029529879,"sku":"berkley3","price":12.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0798\/7209\/8583\/files\/Plain_3.jpg?v=1699417397"},{"product_id":"berkleystreet4","title":"Sanford Hospital: Berkley Street Series Book 4","description":"\u003ch2\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThe nurse from hell awaits you...\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/h2\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"my-0.5\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eSanford Hospital. A Victorianesque monstrosity with creeping ivy and the infamous Ward E, home of the soon-to-be-dead. This is where ghost hunter, Shane Ryan, ends up for his burn treatments. Courtesy of the Veterans Administration system, the retired Marine is cut off from his private doctors and thrust into the arms of a hospital with one special nurse from hell; Nurse Ruth Williamson, who is as dead as they come.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThe Nurse is a whole new breed of undead. She has a cadre of helpers who are loyal to the grave. Her twisted sense of mercy is death to the dying … and the living if they get in her way. And Shane Ryan is in her way.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003eGathering his new friends and a few ghostly comrades, Shane takes up arms against the unholy regiment to fight the good fight. He can’t allow the Nurse to continue her killing spree. She is not God and her legacy of death must be stopped. Although she has a few more tricks up her sleeve, Shane’s mission is clear. The Nurse must die. And stay dead. Once and for all.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ctable width=\"100%\" style=\"width: 100%; height: 98px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctbody\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePRINT LENGTH\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003e219 Pages\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eAUDIO LENGTH\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003e8 hours and 35 minutes\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eNARRATED BY\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%;\"\u003eThom Bowers\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePRODUCT DIMENSION\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003e6 x 0.5 x 9 inches\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eISBN\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%;\"\u003e979-8-89476-004-9\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eLANGUAGE\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003eEnglish\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePUBLICATION DATE\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%;\"\u003eJune 07, 2017\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003c\/tbody\u003e\n\u003c\/table\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"product-block product-block--tab\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"collapsibles-wrapper collapsibles-wrapper--border-bottom\"\u003e\n\u003cbutton type=\"button\" class=\"label collapsible-trigger collapsible-trigger-btn collapsible-trigger-btn--borders collapsible--auto-height\" aria-controls=\"Product-content-tab_f3QTgL8782181630231\" aria-expanded=\"false\"\u003e Read a Sample \u003cspan class=\"collapsible-trigger__icon collapsible-trigger__icon--open\" role=\"presentation\"\u003e \u003csvg aria-hidden=\"true\" role=\"presentation\" class=\"icon icon--wide icon-chevron-down\" viewbox=\"0 0 28 16\" focusable=\"false\"\u003e\u003cpath d=\"m1.57 1.59 12.76 12.77L27.1 1.59\" stroke-width=\"2\" stroke=\"#000\" fill=\"none\"\u003e\u003c\/path\u003e\u003c\/svg\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e \u003c\/button\u003e\n\u003cdiv id=\"Product-content-tab_f3QTgL8782181630231\" class=\"collapsible-content collapsible-content--all\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"collapsible-content__inner rte\"\u003e\n\u003ch3 style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eChapter 3: At the Manchester Veteran’s Hospital\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eShane Ryan sat in the main waiting room of the VA Hospital in Manchester. He had his arms folded across his chest and his head bent down. Around him, people talked, a television played, and he did his best to stay calm.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eIn his back pocket was a folded and creased letter from the Department of Veterans Affairs. The message inside had informed him that as of the first of September, he could receive treatment for his burns at the newly reopened Sanford Veteran’s Hospital. Since the VA was able to offer him treatment, the letter had continued, the government would no longer pay for any services obtained through private doctors or institutions.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Son, are you alright?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eShane lifted his head and was caught off guard. A man in a monk’s robe stood in front of him. The man was short, his head was shaved, and he looked like he had endured a hard life. His face was etched with wrinkles. One eye was cloudy, the other was clear, the iris a bright blue. Several small scars worked their way up the side of his face and into the scalp.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Yes, Brother,” Shane said, gathering himself. “I am. Thanks.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“May I?” the monk asked, nodding to the chair beside Shane.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Sure.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eThe man sat down and offered his hand to Shane. “Dom Francis Benedict.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Shane Ryan,” he said, shaking the hand. He looked at the monk and said, “Never thought to see a monk in here.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Well,” Dom Francis said, smiling, “part of the rules of my order require that we reach out to those in need. And since I’m a veteran too, I figured this was a good place to be. Plus, my Abbot gave me permission.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“You’re a vet?” Shane asked, unable to keep the surprise out of his voice.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eDom Francis nodded. “Army. What about you?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Marines,” Shane replied. “Career man. Legged it for a while. Too long, actually.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eThe monk chuckled. “Yeah. It’s definitely not easy on the knees or the back. What’d you do after you were infantry?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Linguistics,” Shane said, “mostly Pashto and Arabic.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eIn Pashto, Dom Francis said, “I’m impressed. Not too many can speak it.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eShane laughed, shaking his head and saying in English, “Okay, I need to know, how did \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eyou\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e learn Pashto?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“I was an 18 Delta,” Dom Francis said, smiling softly.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Special Forces?” Shane asked.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eDom Francis nodded. “Fifth. Spent a little bit of time in Afghanistan.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Damn,” Shane said appreciatively. “Yeah. I did a few tours there as well. What made you shift from the Army to religion?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Combat,” Dom Francis said. “I was weapons. I got hit pretty badly on my last rotation through. I decided if I made it out, I was going to join the Benedictine monks. I went to school at St. Anselm’s in Manchester before I enlisted. What about you, how’d you learn Pashto?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Honestly,” Shane said, “I just picked it up listening to some of the interpreters speak it.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eDom Francis raised an eyebrow. “Can you do that with any language?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eShane nodded.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Are you sure?” the monk asked in Chinese.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Of course, I’m sure,” Shane said, answering in kind.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eDom Francis smiled. “Did the Marines know about your special ability?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“No,” Shane said, shaking his head. “And I was perfectly happy with them not knowing either. They would never have let me out.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“I’m surprised they let you out anyway,” the monk said. “There aren’t too many who can speak Pashto. Even when I was medically discharged, they gave me a hard time. They wanted me to stay in at a desk.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Not for you?” Shane asked.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“No,” Dom Francis said. “Definitely not for me. I joined Special Forces to get out and see the world. Free the oppressed. All the good stuff. Not to sit there and teach.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“What do you do now?” Shane said. “When you’re not here?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Teach,” he answered, with a wry smile.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eShane laughed until his sides hurt, and he was still laughing when his name was called. He wiped a tear from his eye as he stood and held out a hand to the monk. “A pleasure, Dom Francis.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eThe man shook it as he stood up. “I’ll be around. If you ever need to talk, you can leave your name here, or call up to the college. Ask for Dom Francis. Don’t ask for Benedict. There’s got to be ten of us who took the name.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e","brand":"Scare Street","offers":[{"title":"PAPERBACK","offer_id":49399239868695,"sku":"SANFORD HOSPITAL","price":15.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true},{"title":"EBOOK","offer_id":47044253352215,"sku":"berkley4e","price":6.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true},{"title":"AUDIOBOOK","offer_id":49361046831383,"sku":"berkley4","price":12.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0798\/7209\/8583\/files\/Plain_4.jpg?v=1699417436"},{"product_id":"berkleystreet5","title":"Kurkow Prison: Berkley Street Series Book 5","description":"\u003ch2\u003e\u003cspan\u003eWar against time and the undead...\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/h2\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"my-0.5\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eShane, and Frank, two ghostblasting military vets, have a new job – the gruesome ghosts of Kurkow Prison. When one of the clueless new owners cuts the iron chains that keep the deadly ghosts locked inside the prison, the property becomes hell on earth! Shane and his brother-in-arms can’t believe the inherent stupidity of the new owners. Fools, Pete and Ollie, forge ahead, ignoring Shane’s warnings and unleash a spectral horde on Gaiman, New Hampshire!\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003eTaking over the town, the undead kill everyone in sight. Shane and his comrades wonder why the ghosts are focused on Mulberry Street. As the battle rages on, the men discover the town is covered in a shroud of secrecy.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003eHoping to stop an Armageddon, Shane and Frank wage war against time, a winter freeze and vengeful ghosts. It’ll take all their combined battle skills, supernatural experience and the courage to be as savage as their unholy enemies to save the few brave survivors waiting on a savior. As the truth about Mulberry Street unravels, Shane and crew unearth the deepest secret … which lies very, very close to home!\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ctable width=\"100%\" style=\"width: 100%; height: 98px;\" data-mce-style=\"width: 100%; height: 98px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctbody\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.6px;\" data-mce-style=\"height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.6px;\" data-mce-style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePRINT LENGTH\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.6px;\" data-mce-style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003e225 Pages\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.6px;\" data-mce-style=\"height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.6px;\" data-mce-style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eAUDIO LENGTH\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.6px;\" data-mce-style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003e6 hours and 48 minutes\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%;\" data-mce-style=\"width: 67.1944%;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eNARRATED BY\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%;\" data-mce-style=\"width: 32.5847%;\"\u003eThom Bowers\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.6px;\" data-mce-style=\"height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.6px;\" data-mce-style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePRODUCT DIMENSION\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.6px;\" data-mce-style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003e6 x 0.51 x 9 inches\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%;\" data-mce-style=\"width: 67.1944%;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eISBN\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%;\" data-mce-style=\"width: 32.5847%;\"\u003e979-8-89476-005-6\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.6px;\" data-mce-style=\"height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.6px;\" data-mce-style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eLANGUAGE\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.6px;\" data-mce-style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003eEnglish\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%;\" data-mce-style=\"width: 67.1944%;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePUBLICATION DATE\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%;\" data-mce-style=\"width: 32.5847%;\"\u003eJanuary 06, 2017\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003c\/tbody\u003e\n\u003c\/table\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"product-block product-block--tab\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"collapsibles-wrapper collapsibles-wrapper--border-bottom\"\u003e\n    \u003cbutton type=\"button\" class=\"label collapsible-trigger collapsible-trigger-btn collapsible-trigger-btn--borders collapsible--auto-height\" aria-controls=\"Product-content-tab_f3QTgL8782181630231\" aria-expanded=\"false\"\u003e\n      Read a Sample\n\u003cspan class=\"collapsible-trigger__icon collapsible-trigger__icon--open\" role=\"presentation\"\u003e\n  \u003csvg aria-hidden=\"true\" focusable=\"false\" role=\"presentation\" class=\"icon icon--wide icon-chevron-down\" viewbox=\"0 0 28 16\"\u003e\u003cpath d=\"m1.57 1.59 12.76 12.77L27.1 1.59\" stroke-width=\"2\" stroke=\"#000\" fill=\"none\"\u003e\u003c\/path\u003e\u003c\/svg\u003e\n\u003c\/span\u003e\n\u003c\/button\u003e\n    \u003cdiv id=\"Product-content-tab_f3QTgL8782181630231\" class=\"collapsible-content collapsible-content--all\"\u003e\n      \u003cdiv class=\"collapsible-content__inner rte\"\u003e\n\n        \n                 \u003ch3 style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eChapter 3: Gordon Capullo and the Prison \u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eGordon Capullo sat in his Super-Duty pickup and waited, a cup of tea in one hand and the morning paper in the other. He had spent most of his adult life in vehicles, traveling from one job to another. Constructing homes and buildings, then inspecting the same. The interior of the Super-Duty reflected his nomadic job.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eA mint scented air-freshener was clipped to one of the vents over the radio. On the passenger side floor was a trashcan, strapped in with a bungee cord. His metallic green thermos, filled with traditional Chinese tea, protruded from a cooler packed with a variety of healthy snacks.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eBeneath the cooler was a copy of the day’s Boston Globe, another of the Boston Herald, the Washington Post, the New York Times, and the Manchester Union Leader. A reprint of the classic Batman by Bob Kane was tucked between the cooler and the back of the seat.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eThe only items missing from the truck were his wife and his dog, and Gordon had buried both of them years earlier.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eGordon took the Telegraph off of his lap, turned the page, glanced over an op-ed piece on one of the Presidential candidates, and wished Libby was still with him. He looked at the cell phone on the seat beside him and felt a wave of sadness wash over him as he remembered how he would never receive another text or call from her.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eSighing, Gordon closed the paper, folded it back into its original form, and put it beneath the cooler with the others. He started up the truck to let the heater run for a few minutes, and he looked out the windshield at the prison.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eGordon was old enough to remember the accident which had closed the facility. And the investigation into the incident. The wave of suicides that had followed.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eThe crunch of wheels on snow caught his attention, and Gordon turned to see a small, black sedan pull in beside him.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eHe didn’t recognize the man in the passenger seat. A bald man, perhaps in his forties, his face etched with lines of grief and anger. Scars climbed up out of the man’s shirt, sprawling across his neck and up the back of his head.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eThe driver’s side door opened and Gordon laughed out loud.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eHe turned off the truck’s engine and got out.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Frank!” Gordon called out.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Gordon,” Frank said, laughing and walking around the front of the car. “Ollie didn’t tell me he had you on this job.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eThe two men shook hands and hugged. Gordon stepped back and looked at the younger man.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Who else would he hire?” Gordon asked. “You look good, Kid. Better than I was led to believe.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Oh?” Frank said, raising an eyebrow. “Who’s been talking smack?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Who else?” Gordon sighed and shook his head. “Pete of course.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eFrank rolled his eyes. “Peter.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eThe passenger side door opened, and the bald man got out. Frank stepped aside and said, “Shane Ryan, this is Gordon Capullo. The whole reason I joined the Army.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eGordon shook Shane’s hand, the other man’s grip firm and polite. “A pleasure, Shane. And, Frank, you best keep that information to yourself. Your mom’s not so old that she wouldn’t hit me upside the head with a frying pan.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“True,” Frank said, chuckling. “She’s got a good throwing arm too. I could never outrun her. Luckily, she only used the wooden spoons as projectiles.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Anyway,” Gordon said, folding his arms over his chest to keep his hands warm in the cold air. “What are you doing up here? 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They took care of me, I just couldn’t stay there anymore.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e","brand":"Scare Street","offers":[{"title":"PAPERBACK","offer_id":49399267787031,"sku":"KURKOW PRISON","price":15.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true},{"title":"EBOOK","offer_id":47044997284119,"sku":"berkley5e","price":6.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true},{"title":"AUDIOBOOK","offer_id":49361053810967,"sku":"berkley5","price":12.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0798\/7209\/8583\/files\/Plain_5.jpg?v=1699417486"},{"product_id":"berkleystreet6","title":"Lake Nutaq: Berkley Street Series Book 6","description":"\u003ch2\u003e\u003cspan\u003eSinister whispers echo from Lake Nutaq...\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/h2\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"my-0.5\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eRunning from his own demons, Shane Ryan ends up in a cozy little cabin in New Hampshire waiting out a snowstorm. Despite the idyllic setting of ice frosted trees and snow covered lawns, Shane’s peaceful hideout is suddenly plunged into chaos. A Micmac ghost army, led by Broken Nose, goes on a rampage of torture and murder. Shane may be a ghostbusting expert, but without his fighting gear, his chances are slim in winning the battle against a supernatural horde.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003eWith Shane missing, Frank knows deep in his gut that his friend is in trouble. He pulls out all the stops and enlists the help of The Englishman, a lunatic who has a passion for killing. They both head to the one place Shane might be – Lake Nutaq.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003eAs the trio prepares for battle, Shane realizes it’s time to fight fire with fire, rage with rage and death with death! When they face Broken Nose, Shane sees the medicine man has commandeered an army of the dead to carry out his brutal blood killings. Frank and Shane live on the edge of danger but nothing could have prepared them for the malevolent evil unleashed to destroy them…\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ctable width=\"100%\" style=\"width: 100%; height: 98px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctbody\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePRINT LENGTH\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003e223 Pages\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eAUDIO LENGTH\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003e6 hours and 55 minutes\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eNARRATED BY\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%;\"\u003eThom Bowers\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePRODUCT DIMENSION\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003e6 x 0.51 x 9 inches\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eISBN\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%;\"\u003e979-8-89476-006-3\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eLANGUAGE\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003eEnglish\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePUBLICATION DATE\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%;\"\u003eFebruary 25, 2017\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003c\/tbody\u003e\n\u003c\/table\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"product-block product-block--tab\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"collapsibles-wrapper collapsibles-wrapper--border-bottom\"\u003e\n\u003cbutton aria-expanded=\"false\" aria-controls=\"Product-content-tab_f3QTgL8782181630231\" class=\"label collapsible-trigger collapsible-trigger-btn collapsible-trigger-btn--borders collapsible--auto-height\" type=\"button\"\u003e Read a Sample \u003cspan role=\"presentation\" class=\"collapsible-trigger__icon collapsible-trigger__icon--open\"\u003e \u003csvg viewbox=\"0 0 28 16\" class=\"icon icon--wide icon-chevron-down\" role=\"presentation\" aria-hidden=\"true\" focusable=\"false\"\u003e\u003cpath fill=\"none\" stroke=\"#000\" stroke-width=\"2\" d=\"m1.57 1.59 12.76 12.77L27.1 1.59\"\u003e\u003c\/path\u003e\u003c\/svg\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e \u003c\/button\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"collapsible-content collapsible-content--all\" id=\"Product-content-tab_f3QTgL8782181630231\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"collapsible-content__inner rte\"\u003e\n\u003ch3 style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: center; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 24pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 4pt 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 17pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #434343; background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eChapter 4: At the Clubhouse\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 12pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eClark approached the front door of the clubhouse cautiously. He didn’t see any footprints in the snow, or paw prints either, but that didn’t mean something or someone wasn’t in the building. The wind could have opened the door. Or a squatter could have found his way down the road and decided the clubhouse was a better option than one of the cabins.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eEither way, Clark didn’t want to take any chances. In his right hand, he held a two-pound sledgehammer, his left arm extended, palm out and prepared to push anything away from him.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Hello?” he called, stepping into the clubhouse. Clark glanced around. There was a smattering of wind-blown snow across the polished wood floor. All of the tables were covered with sheets. The backs of the chairs making each table look like a crowned ghost.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Hello?” Clark called again.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eSomeone or something whimpered. The sound came from the back, near the kitchen.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHe went to the right wall and crept along it, keeping an eye on the closed door to the kitchen.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“If you’re in there, it’s okay,” Clark said, his voice breaking with fear. “I ain’t going to press charges. You just need to get out.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHe paused, then added, “Hell, if you need it, I’ll give you a ride into town.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eA pot or a pan rattled in the kitchen, and Clark stopped, a few feet from the door. The sledgehammer shook in his hand, and he switched it from his right to his left.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Come on out now,” Clark said, his voice hoarse, the words painful to speak.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eI hope to God it’s just a cat\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e, he thought, and he took the last few steps to the front door. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHell, I’d even be okay if it’s a raccoon.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe closed door was without a handle, a brass push plate instead of a doorknob.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHis hand trembled and his fingers touched the cold metal. All the noise behind the door ceased, and Clark hesitated.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThen, with a sharp exhalation, he pushed himself forward, thrusting the door open. It bounced off the wall, rebounded, and cracked against his extended arm, numbing it. In the dim light filtering down through the skylight above, Clark saw a small shape hunkered in the far right corner. A pile of small frying pans was nearby, but Clark focused on the figure.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eIt looked to be a child, crouched low in the protection of the corner’s darkness. The air was harsh and cold, smelling of something wet and foul.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Hey,” Clark said, his courage returning at the sight of the invader’s size. “Hey. What are you doing in here?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe child shook its head, long, dark brown hair hiding its face from him. A long, winding moan escaped from its chest.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“How did you get in here?” Clark asked, lowering the sledgehammer. “Are you alone?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eStill, the child refused to speak.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Listen,” Clark said with as much authority as he could muster, “you’re in a lot of trouble. I’m going to have to call the cops, you know.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eClark stepped further into the room, letting the door swing closed behind him. When it had, a shadow to his left caught his eye, and Clark turned to look at it.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eIt towered above him, reaching from the old boards of the floor to the tin panels of the ceiling. Waves of cold emanated from the shadow and Clark took a horrified, fearful step backward. The sledgehammer fell from his hand, slamming into the floor and denting the wood.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eClark glanced over to the child, who had straightened up. Its face was pale, the features elfin and fine, the eyes wide and light blue. Clark couldn’t tell if the child was a boy or a girl, its long, dark brown hair ragged and unkempt. A thick, dark gray, woolen blanket was wrapped around it. From the fabric’s depths, a pale, thin hand clutched the blanket closed.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eClark opened his mouth, to ask what the creature was, to see if the child had come with it, but he couldn’t.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe air was stolen from his lungs, his mouth robbed of his words as he realized he could see through the child. 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His latest job is in Nashua, a sleepy little upstate New Hampshire town that’s been awakened by a rampage of murders in Slater Mill. The body count is escalating at an alarming rate. The police have no motive or suspects regarding the grisly killings and the residents are scared!\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003eAs he prepares to leave for Slater Mill, Shane is visited by an old acquaintance whose timing couldn’t be worse. Shane’s personal demons are driving him to the edge and he’s running out of time to save himself and stop the slaughter at the mill. Finally, armed and ready, he heads to Nashua to take down the ghost behind the killings, Pierre Gustav, who is just as brutal in death as he was in life!\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThe minute Shane reaches the old abandoned building, his senses are jangling. The mill is deathly silent as a ghost crew mans the machines. Shane focuses on Pierre, knowing the merciless specter must not win this battle. Shane isn’t afraid to die; at one time, he would have welcomed death. But it’s not in him to quit. Now facing the deadliest fight of his life, Shane only has one goal: destroy Pierre Gustav or die trying…\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ctable style=\"width: 100%; height: 98px;\" width=\"100%\"\u003e\n\u003ctbody\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePRINT LENGTH\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003e245 Pages\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eAUDIO LENGTH\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003e7 hours and 55 minutes\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eNARRATED BY\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%;\"\u003eThom Bowers\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePRODUCT DIMENSION\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003e6 x 0.56 x 9 inches\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eISBN\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%;\"\u003e979-8-89476-007-0\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eLANGUAGE\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003eEnglish\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePUBLICATION DATE\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%;\"\u003eMarch 29, 2017\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003c\/tbody\u003e\n\u003c\/table\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"product-block product-block--tab\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"collapsibles-wrapper collapsibles-wrapper--border-bottom\"\u003e\n\u003cbutton type=\"button\" class=\"label collapsible-trigger collapsible-trigger-btn collapsible-trigger-btn--borders collapsible--auto-height\" aria-controls=\"Product-content-tab_f3QTgL8782181630231\" aria-expanded=\"false\"\u003e Read a Sample \u003cspan class=\"collapsible-trigger__icon collapsible-trigger__icon--open\" role=\"presentation\"\u003e \u003csvg aria-hidden=\"true\" role=\"presentation\" class=\"icon icon--wide icon-chevron-down\" viewbox=\"0 0 28 16\" focusable=\"false\"\u003e\u003cpath d=\"m1.57 1.59 12.76 12.77L27.1 1.59\" stroke-width=\"2\" stroke=\"#000\" fill=\"none\"\u003e\u003c\/path\u003e\u003c\/svg\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e \u003c\/button\u003e\n\u003cdiv id=\"Product-content-tab_f3QTgL8782181630231\" class=\"collapsible-content collapsible-content--all\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"collapsible-content__inner rte\"\u003e\n\u003ch3 dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-align: center; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 24pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 4pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 17pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #434343; background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eChapter 5: Visiting with Brian and Jenny\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 8pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“You look terrible,” Jenny said after she had let Shane into the house.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eShane grinned. “What, you don’t think the one-eared look is in this year?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eShe slapped him on the shoulder, shaking her head. “You better not be here to try and convince my man to go on a little ghost adventure.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“No,” Shane said. “I’d like him to stay alive. Nope, I just came for some research help. Nobody’s better than you two.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“See,” Jenny said, grinning, “flattery will get you everywhere.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eFrom the den, Brian called, “Don’t sweet talk her, it just makes it worse for me.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eJenny rolled her eyes and said, “Come on. Let’s go see Mr. Congeniality.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eChuckling, Shane followed her into the den where she went and sat down beside Brian on the couch.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Damn,” Brian said, his eyes widening. “You look like you’ve been worked over.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“A few times,” Shane admitted, dropping into the chair across from them. “How have you two been?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Evidently better than you,” Brian said, his tone serious. “What happened?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“A lot,” Shane said. “Too much. I don’t know. It’s been pretty rough.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Looks like it,” Brian said. “Anyway, tell us what you need. All you said over the phone was you wanted information.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“That’s pretty much it,” Shane agreed. “I didn’t know if either of you knew anything about the Slater Mill in Nashua?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eBrian shook his head, but Jenny’s eyes narrowed. A heartbeat later she said, “Yeah, yeah, I think I do.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eShe got back up and left the room.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eShane looked to Brian, but his friend shrugged, saying, “Man, I don’t even know what she has for information anymore.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eJenny’s footsteps rang out on the stairs and then moved across the hallway of the second floor.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“We have a few minutes,” Brian said, chuckling. “She went into her library. Place is chock full of books, and articles. I swear she’s got way too much on ghosts up there.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“More power to her,” Shane said. “I definitely need some help on this before I poke my nose in there.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Yeah,” Brian said. “Tell me what’s going on.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Have you read the Telegraph?” Shane asked.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“No,” Brian said. “Thing’s a rag. I stopped reading it a year or so ago after I found spelling errors in their headlines.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Understood,” Shane said. He settled back in the chair and told Brian about the two murders, and what he had seen in the photograph.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Seriously?” Brian asked.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eShane nodded.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Damn,” Brian muttered. “Well, you definitely came to the right place. Jenny’s got a ton of stuff on both Nashua and Manchester. Not so much on the little towns around the cities.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Fine by me,” Shane said. “All I need is info on the Mill right now.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eAbove them, a door closed and a moment later, Jenny was on her way back down the stairs. She appeared carrying in her hand a slim, dark blue book. With a smile, she handed the volume to Shane, and then returned to her seat beside Brian.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThere was nothing written on either the book’s spine or cover. When Shane opened it, he found he had it upside down and had to turn it around before he could read it. The title page stated the book’s name was “Mishaps at the Slater Mill.” It had been published in 1911.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“That’s a list of all of the deaths that occurred in the Mill,” Jenny said. “Both when it was being built, and when it was in operation.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eShane flipped through the pages. The book was arranged by year, starting in 1841, and continuing until the year of publication. 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Blinding was common, as were the loss of fingers and toes. More than one child was listed as a fatality as well.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e","brand":"Scare Street","offers":[{"title":"PAPERBACK","offer_id":49399348527383,"sku":"SLATER MILL","price":15.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true},{"title":"EBOOK","offer_id":47068276261143,"sku":"berkley7e","price":6.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true},{"title":"AUDIOBOOK","offer_id":49361069474071,"sku":"berkley7","price":12.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0798\/7209\/8583\/files\/Plain_7.jpg?v=1699417860"},{"product_id":"berkleystreet8","title":"Borgin Keep: Berkley Street Series Book 8","description":"\u003ch2\u003e\u003cspan\u003eA building that combines the horrors of both worlds...\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/h2\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"my-0.5\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eShane Ryan and his ghostbusting partner, Frank Benedict, have been killing ghosts all over New England. 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color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHarlan’s days were becoming worse instead of better, and his mood was not improving.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eMs. Coleman stood in his office, her body rigid and tense. She had delivered the bad news and it was obvious she expected his wrath to fall upon her.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eNormally it would have, but a dim part of Harlan was impressed with her refusal to run from the room. Courage and intelligence seemed to be in short supply in the organization of late and he didn’t want to punish it.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Ms. Coleman,” he said, forcing his voice to remain even and neutral.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Sir?” she asked, the question a squeak.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Please take the rest of the day off,” he said. “I want nothing, thank you. Only leave the office, do something pleasant, and return to work in the morning at your usual time. I will call if something changes.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Yes, sir,” she replied, and he could hear the relief filling her words.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHer discipline continued to impress him as she walked calmly from the room, easing the door closed behind her.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eA few minutes later, he heard the main door thump as she left for the day.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHarlan leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes and trying to ignore his pounding headache.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHe was, it seemed, suffering a setback for every bit of ground he gained. Less than an hour before, the phone had rung and Jenna had called in. She had reported the first good news he had heard in days. David had been removed by Emmanuel, which ensured there would be no loose ends in that regard. While Harlan had regretted the necessity which required the death of David, the man had chosen an unfortunate time to leave the organization.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eJenna’s good news had been quickly followed by bad news, and from her as well.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHarlan had learned of Abigail’s continued existence. Somehow, the woman hadn’t died in the Keep. From what he was told she had lost her limbs, and she was more than likely insane, but she was still alive.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eAnd alive meant she was a danger.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHarlan had never had any doubts about her capabilities and her ability to survive in Borgin Keep was justification for his thoughts on her. She would die soon enough, as long as she didn’t have any other food, although David might help her in that sense.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eAnd what if Emmanuel manages to trap her soul?\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e Harlan wondered. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eWhat if she decides she wants to stay a little longer? How will that come back on me?\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHe sighed and forced himself to examine the second bit of bad news he had received.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eShane Ryan wasn’t dead.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eFar from it.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe man was alive.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eAnd the Lieutenant was dead, murdered by the ghost who had been brought in to end Shane. Which meant Harlan had lost all of his avenues of influence into Nashua, a city which still had several structures on the ley lines.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eLet us not forget the loss of the ghost\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e, he thought bitterly.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eAnd the inability to return the possessed wire to Elmer would mean either a hefty payment in like objects to the collector, or the refusal of the man to help them again.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHarlan snarled and slapped his palms down on the desk, knocking the phone out of its cradle. He snatched it up, slammed it back into the base, and fumed as he sat in his chair.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eA moment later, the phone rang and Harlan leaned forward to read the caller ID.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eAll he could see was a random assortment of numbers.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe phone stopped ringing at ten.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eLess than a minute later, it rang again.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eOnce more, it was the same random numbers.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eIt stopped ringing at nine.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe pattern repeated itself until Harlan answered the call after it had gotten down to three rings.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Who is this?” he yelled into the phone.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“My, you’re a little testy,” Shane Ryan said.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHarlan was shocked and couldn’t respond.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“I can hear you breathing,” Shane said, chuckling. “Which is good.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“What do you want?” Harlan said, in perfect control of himself.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“I want to chat,” Shane said. “See how you are. Find out what the weather’s like down in Boston.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“You could always come down,” Harlan replied. “You have the address.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“I may,” Shane said. “Don’t count it out. When I do though, it’ll be to finish this whole show up.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“And what if I send someone up there first?” Harlan inquired.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eShane let out a pleased laugh. “Oh, Harlan. You already have. Two observers in the house across the street. Someone to set fire to my house. The Lieutenant. And let’s not forget Lisbeth. Did you forget her, Harlan?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“No,” Harlan growled. “I certainly did not.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Excellent,” Shane said. “Fantastic, really. You know, I’ve been doing a bit of research on your organization. Fascinating stuff. I’m not quite sure what your endgame is, but I’m looking forward to helping you fail.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHarlan’s heart beat erratically in his chest. He tried to speak but his anger refused to allow words to form.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“I will find out,” Shane said and the joking, playful banter was gone from his voice. It was replied with a cold, hard edge. “I want you to understand that. You need to remember, Harlan, that I have one of your little workers with me. And they like to talk. I like to listen. You should too. Soon, and I mean very soon, you’re going to hear something you won’t like.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e","brand":"Scare Street","offers":[{"title":"PAPERBACK","offer_id":49399358226711,"sku":"BORGIN KEEP","price":15.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true},{"title":"EBOOK","offer_id":47069249962263,"sku":"berkley8e","price":6.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true},{"title":"AUDIOBOOK","offer_id":49361073242391,"sku":"berkley8","price":12.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0798\/7209\/8583\/files\/Plain_8.jpg?v=1699417904"},{"product_id":"berkleystreet9","title":"Amherst Burial Ground: Berkley Street Series Book 9","description":"\u003ch2\u003e\u003cspan\u003eShane’s time has run out...\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/h2\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"my-0.5\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eAmherst, New Hampshire, is known for its lush landscapes and pastoral beauty. It’s also the home of The One, a hideous little ghost boy named Samson, who’s been dead for centuries and feeds off the life force of the living. His smile is as alluring as he is deadly. Now, Shane Ryan must destroy him before Samson grants the Watchers eternal life.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003eShane is weary, depressed and in love with a ghost. If that’s not bad enough, his depression is leading him into reckless behavior on his job. He’s no longer a ghostbuster as much as a killing machine. He’s obsessed with annihilating the Watchers and their properties, one ghost and one human at a time. But his personal life is on a collision course with his professional mission and his friends are worried.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003eWhen Shane finally finds Samson, the encounter is cataclysmic. With demonic glee, the lethal specter relishes the thought of killing the ghost hunter. Fueled by hate, Shane’s obsession to destroy the Watchers and Samson drives him to the edge. As events spiral into a dark place, Shane realizes their end could also be his own…\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ctable width=\"100%\" style=\"width: 100%; height: 137.157px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctbody\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePRINT LENGTH\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e236 Pages\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eAUDIO LENGTH\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003e8 hours and 35 minutes\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eNARRATED BY\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003eThom Bowers\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePRODUCT DIMENSION\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e6 x 0.54 x 9 inches\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eISBN\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e979-8-89476-009-4\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eLANGUAGE\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003eEnglish\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePUBLICATION DATE\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003eJune 07, 2017\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003c\/tbody\u003e\n\u003c\/table\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"product-block product-block--tab\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"collapsibles-wrapper collapsibles-wrapper--border-bottom\"\u003e\n\u003cbutton aria-expanded=\"false\" aria-controls=\"Product-content-tab_f3QTgL8782181630231\" class=\"label collapsible-trigger collapsible-trigger-btn collapsible-trigger-btn--borders collapsible--auto-height\" type=\"button\"\u003e Read a Sample \u003cspan role=\"presentation\" class=\"collapsible-trigger__icon collapsible-trigger__icon--open\"\u003e \u003csvg viewbox=\"0 0 28 16\" class=\"icon icon--wide icon-chevron-down\" role=\"presentation\" aria-hidden=\"true\" focusable=\"false\"\u003e\u003cpath fill=\"none\" stroke=\"#000\" stroke-width=\"2\" d=\"m1.57 1.59 12.76 12.77L27.1 1.59\"\u003e\u003c\/path\u003e\u003c\/svg\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e \u003c\/button\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"collapsible-content collapsible-content--all\" id=\"Product-content-tab_f3QTgL8782181630231\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"collapsible-content__inner rte\"\u003e\n\u003ch3 style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-align: center; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 3pt 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 17pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #434343; background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eCHAPTER 18: MORE BAD NEWS\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eJenna and Gabby sat in Clair’s office. Their eyes were sunken, their faces drawn. They looked as if they hadn’t slept well in days and Clair didn’t care.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eClair took pills each night to sleep. And it had gotten bad enough that she washed them down with a glass of wine. Only she and the twins knew what was going on, what it was that Shane and Frank were doing to the organization.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eIt has to be them\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e, she thought, stifling a curse.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“How many?” Clair asked, hating the stiffness in her voice.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Three on Monday night. Two more on Tuesday,” Jenna answered.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“They took a breather on Wednesday and Thursday,” Gabby continued, “and then hit us again yesterday.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eClair glared at Gabby until the woman added, “Another three.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Damn it!” Clair snarled, slapping the top of her desk.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“At least they’re small,” Jenna said.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“The size doesn’t matter here,” Clair spat. “Every single one of them is necessary now. Rousseau didn’t return. We have the One. We’re not losing one ghost in each house. Oh no, we’re losing all of the dead it siphons energy from. It is a horrific ripple in our little pond.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Do you want us to go to Shane’s house?” Jenna asked.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Are you serious?” Clair asked after a stunned moment of silence.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Sure,” Gabby said, nodding and glancing at her twin. “It’s just him and his buddy, right?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eClair took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and said, “Were either of you ever informed as to why these two gentlemen are an issue for us?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“No,” Jenna said. “We only know that they were causing some trouble.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe phone on the desk rang before Clair could enlighten the sisters. A look at the base showed a button labeled “Emilio and Sadie” flashed. Something about the pair tugged at her memory but it wouldn’t reveal itself. Frowning, Clair reached out and answered the call.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Hello?” she asked, her voice sharp.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Why hello,” a man said. His tone was harsh and unforgiving. “Who’s this?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Evidently the wrong number,” Clair retorted and slammed the phone back into its cradle.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eBefore her hand had left the receiver, the phone rang again.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe same line flashed.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eFeeling anger flare within her, Clair snatched up the phone.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“You have the wrong number,” she began, but the man on the other end cut her off before she could finish.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Where’s Harlan?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“He’s not here,” she replied, warily. “Who’s this?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“This is Shane Ryan.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eClair straightened up. “Shane.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Yes,” he said. “Who are you?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“I’m Clair.” The twins leaned in, all hints of exhaustion gone as they listened intently to the part of the conversation they could hear.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“You’re in charge now,” Shane said. It was a statement, not a question.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“I am,” Clair replied.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“What happened to Harlan?” Shane asked.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“I had him strangled,” she responded.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eA snort of laughter came through the line. “Good. Well, I have to ask, how do you like my work so far?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHatred boiled within her. Gritting her teeth together, she replied, “I’m not. When are you going to stop?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Just as soon as I’ve crushed your organization,” Shane replied in a voice so low as to be almost inaudible.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“You can’t,” Clair stated.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Maybe not,” Shane conceded. “But I’m going to try. And now, I know how.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHe left an unasked question in the dead space between them and when Clair didn’t speak, he did.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“I know about the One,” Shane said. “I know where it is. 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Lawrence Hall called and said he’d be there in about half an hour.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eBrian took a break from setting up his office and walked out into the hallway, glancing down at the kitchen. Nothing was going on there, so he went into the parlor. He had thought about telling Jenny what had happened in the kitchen before he went to bed, but part of him doubted what he had seen. He had enjoyed a couple of glasses of wine, and a Booker’s, which was more than he usually did. Plus, there was the stress of the move and the whole dead poacher thing.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThere were a lot of mitigating factors, but Brian couldn’t shake the feeling something real had occurred. Why it had occurred, he had no idea. He couldn’t ignore it, though.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eDeciding he would bring it up to Jenny after dinner, Brian worked on his office until there was a knock at the door.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eBrian called out, “Here I come.” He put down his printer, wondering where the hell he’d put the damned thing’s power cord.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eGrumbling and shaking his head, Brian walked to the front door and opened it. A young man stood on the porch, holding a canvas tool bag in one hand and adjusting his glasses with the other.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Brian?” the young man asked.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Brian indeed,” Brian said, extending his hand.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe young man shook it. “I’m Jack from J. Lawrence Hall. You have a furnace that needs a little attention?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“I hope it’s just a little attention,” Brian said. “Come on in. The basement’s this way.” Brian led Jack to the basement door, which was surprisingly still closed. He opened it and turned the light on before leading the way down the narrow wooden stairs. The smell of earth and age rose up to greet him as a chill settled in around him.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Dirt floors?” Jack asked.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“On the other side of the furnace,” Brian said. “Someone put some concrete down at one point or another. Some of the piping for the furnace does run through the dirt section, though.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe basement was empty except for a few broken chairs and a half a dozen wooden apple crates that had come with the house. At the far end of the basement, under the kitchen, the furnace stood off slightly, to the left. A slim doorway was beyond the furnace, a pair of pipes branching off into the darkness.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“I don’t know if there’s a light in there or not,” Brian said, nodding towards the doorway. “I glanced in with a flashlight when we bought the place, but that was it.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Not a problem,” Jack said. He looked around and smiled. “It’s nice to work in an open area. Some people have years of stuff piled around, and others have a mess.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“I can’t even imagine,” Brian said.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eJack chuckled. “Good times, I’m tellin’ ya.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eBrian laughed and shook his head. “Okay. Listen, if you need anything, I’ll be upstairs.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Sounds good to me,” Jack said, putting his bag down beside the furnace.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eBrian left the young man to his work and went back to getting the office ready. The indicator on his cell was flashing when he walked into the office, and he picked the phone up off of the desk.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eDid the furnace tech show up yet? \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eJenny had texted.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHe’s here now. Give you an update soon, \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eBrian texted back.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHe put the phone down, picked up his coffee, and frowned when he took a sip and realized it was cold. He carried the mug into the kitchen and put another pot of coffee on. From under the kitchen, he heard Jack working. Occasionally the pipes rattled as the young man checked something.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eSoon Brian was back in the office. He found some Motorhead in his music library and dropped the phone into the docking station. In a moment, the office was filled with music, and Brian nodded along happily in time to the beat. He took a sip of his coffee and then started hunting again for the cord to the printer.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThree and a half boxes later, he found it, mixed in with a package of padded yellow mailers.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eBrian held the cord up, shaking his head. “How the hell does that happen?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Brian!” Jack yelled from the basement.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e","brand":"Scare Street","offers":[{"title":"EBOOK","offer_id":47203378299159,"sku":"moving1e","price":6.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true},{"title":"PAPERBACK","offer_id":49387015471383,"sku":"9798894760117","price":15.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true},{"title":"AUDIOBOOK","offer_id":49361102766359,"sku":"moving1","price":12.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0798\/7209\/8583\/files\/FF_MovingIn_1.jpg?v=1703095379"},{"product_id":"movingin2","title":"The Dunewalkers: Moving In Series Book 2","description":"\u003ch2\u003e\u003cspan class=\"a-text-italic\"\u003eAn uncommon mission. 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Occasionally he saw people.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eSome of them were even alive.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eMost of them who were this close to a cemetery, however, were dead.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eSome of them knew it. Others did not. Those who did not tended to be younger. Fresher. Some had been buried as recently as the month before. A few ghosts had even been there since the cemetery’s founding. Many knew they were dead. They knew they were dead, and they were quite pleased with the fact.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eSome of them even knew Leo could see them.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThankfully they were rather benign, more curious than aggressive.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Hello, Leo,” a young woman said as he entered the gates of the cemetery.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eLeo paused, flanked on either side by the large granite pillars of the entrance. Black, wrought iron fencing stretched around the perimeter of Edgewood.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe young woman, or rather the ghost of the young woman, sat by her headstone. She wore a simple outfit of black and white, her bonnet on.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003ePatience Burchinal.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eDead at sixteen from consumption.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eBorn November 14th, 1774.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eDied November 1oth, 1791.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eLeo smiled at her. “Good morning, Miss Burchinal.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe young, narrow faced ghost smiled at him in return. “Where are you going? To see your grandmother again?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“I am.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“You are devoted.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHe bowed his head slightly. “I hope you will have a good day, Miss Burchinal.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“I will,” Patience replied, and Leo left her.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHe saw others as he walked, some who recognized him, as Patience had, and others who weren’t sure if he was real or not. He waited for them to address him. He felt no need to interrupt them, or confuse them if they continued to remain in the cemetery. It was their business, not his.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eKeeping to himself Leo walked to where the new graves were situated, in the far right corner and behind the keeper’s brown house. Here he saw quite a few of the dead. None of them seeming to know quite what the world was about. Part of him wanted to help them, yet the other part knew he didn’t know how.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eLeo focused on his grandmother’s grave. The headstone had been put in a few weeks earlier and fresh sod placed.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eWarm temperatures and plenty of rain had caused the grass to leap up around the markers and the stones.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eLeo came to a stop.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThere was indeed fresh grass growing upon her grave. Except for one place. Exactly where his grandmother’s heart should have been.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eI do not think she is even here,\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e he thought.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e She could have killed Denise Nadeau.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eLeo turned around and started walking back the way he had come. He put his hands behind his back and clasped them. He kept his head bent and focused more at the chipped and cracked asphalt of the cemetery road than at anything around him.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Leo?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHe looked up at the sound of Patience’s voice.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eShe wore a look of concern.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Yes?” he asked pleasantly.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Is all well?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“I am not sure,” Leo answered.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Is it with your Grandmother’s grave?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Yes.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Will you tell me?” she asked.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eLeo told her of the bare patch of earth. The absence of grass.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003ePatience shook her head, making a warding sign with one hand. “Your grandmother walks.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Where?” Leo asked. “And how? She is dead.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“She is full of spite, Leo,” Patience said softly. “She will walk until she has slain those she must.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eConfirmation. “\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHow might I find her?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“You need to remember whom she despised,” Patience replied. “You need to remember those she might wish to harm.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eLeo nodded. “Thank you, Patience.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“You are welcome, Leo,” Patience said. “Will I see you again?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Yes,” Leo answered. “I will be back.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eLeo turned his attention from the young woman and left the cemetery.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; 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This time, however, Brian may have met his match with his latest job investigating Middlebury Sanitarium!\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003eOccupied by a host of undeads, Middlebury Sanitarium has a history of drugging its residents to prevent them from entering the grounds at night and becoming a part of the “lost brigade” never to be heard from again. From a vengeful King who ruthlessly protects his royal domain, to Clyde a faceless soldier who's still fighting WWI—Brian’s got his hands full! And then there’s the boneyard…\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003eNow, Brian teams up with an old vet caretaker, Ken Buckingham, to de-ghost the place. 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Behind the small structure loomed the buildings of the facility. Birds sang in the branches, the air smelled of autumn, and screams cut through the early morning chill.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;background-color:#ffffff;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003eKen stood by the truck and listened.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;background-color:#ffffff;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003eHe had heard screams before. Plenty of them. But there was a difference between men who were in physical agony from gunshot wounds and artillery versus what Ken was hearing now.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;background-color:#ffffff;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003eThese cries were full of horror. Terror. Rage.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;background-color:#ffffff;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe cacophony hurt his ears.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;background-color:#ffffff;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003eAn older man in a pressed uniform stepped out of the guardhouse and walked to Ken.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;background-color:#ffffff;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Son?” the man asked.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;background-color:#ffffff;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003eKen blinked then he looked at the man. “I’m sorry, sir.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;background-color:#ffffff;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe man smiled. “No worries, son. No worries. It takes most folks by surprise when they first hear the Factory.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;background-color:#ffffff;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003e“The Factory?” Ken asked.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;background-color:#ffffff;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Inside joke,” the man said with a tired smile. “You’re Ken Buckingham?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;background-color:#ffffff;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003e“I am,” Ken said, offering his hand.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;background-color:#ffffff;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe man shook it. “Gus Delianos. You’re here for the third shift position.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;background-color:#ffffff;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003e“I am.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;background-color:#ffffff;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Come on with me,” Gus said.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;background-color:#ffffff;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003eKen followed him as Gus walked up to the guardhouse where another man around Gus’s age sat with a newspaper.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;background-color:#ffffff;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Alex,” Gus said, “I’m taking Ken here on a quick tour.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;background-color:#ffffff;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003eAlex looked up, nodded, and then he returned his attention to the paper.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;background-color:#ffffff;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003eGus chuckled and stepped back onto the main road. As Ken walked beside the man, Gus asked, “So, how long were you in?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;background-color:#ffffff;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Four years,” Ken answered.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;background-color:#ffffff;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Regular infantry?” Gus asked.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;background-color:#ffffff;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Yes. You know,” Ken said, “you’re the only place to even give me an interview.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;background-color:#ffffff;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Not surprised,” Gus said. “When I got home from the Pacific in forty-seven, people wanted to just put the war behind them. And when they sent me off to Korea, hell, people didn’t even know we were there or what was going on after that one.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;background-color:#ffffff;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003e“How long were you in for?” Ken asked.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;background-color:#ffffff;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Two years in the Pacific,” Gus answered. “Then the Corps activated my reserve unit and sent me back for another year in Korea. So, three altogether.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;background-color:#ffffff;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Two wars.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;background-color:#ffffff;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003e“One war and a police action, if you listened to Truman. Which I didn’t,” Gus chuckled. “Anyway, I want to let you know this place gets a little strange after dark.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;background-color:#ffffff;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003e“How so?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;background-color:#ffffff;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Well, for starters, most of the poor folks in here get sedated for the night. Means it should be quiet, but it’s not.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;background-color:#ffffff;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003eGus came to a stop in front of the small house. The home was built of brick, and the curtains were drawn against the morning sun. The yard was well maintained, an apple tree neatly trimmed and heavy with fruit.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;background-color:#ffffff;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003e“This place,” Gus said, gesturing to the house, “hasn’t been occupied in years. Work here long enough and you’ll find out why. My point, though, Ken is you’ll see and hear things when you’re doing your rounds. This house, this is one of the worst. Lights, voices, yelling, fighting. All of it.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;background-color:#ffffff;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003eGus waved his hand around the campus. “You’ll see people who aren’t here. Might even talk to them. Might even be chased by them.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;background-color:#ffffff;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003eKen looked at the older man and tried to see if Gus thought Ken was a rube.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;background-color:#ffffff;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003eGus didn’t.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;background-color:#ffffff;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe sincerity and concern in his eyes were shocking.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;background-color:#ffffff;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003e“I do all of the hiring when it comes to security, Ken,” Gus said, looking at him steadily. “There’s a reason why my boss tells me to choose combat vets. They’re steady. They don’t get the itch to bug-out. There’s something bad here, Ken. Something real bad. We protect the residents as best we can. Not their fault they’re loony. Hell, there are some boys here from the war, from Korea, and Vietnam, too. Even got a couple from the Great War. 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He was too small for his age and too thin. His dad told him that on a regular basis.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe glasses he wore made him look younger.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHe’d heard enough Harry Potter jokes to last him a lifetime.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eBut Jim had inherited his mother’s hazel eyes and her father’s harsh features.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHe had his dad’s hair and bad attitude.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHis father was away on a deployment to Afghanistan, though, so Jim didn’t have to worry too much about the ‘gentle’ slaps his Dad gave when he had a drunk on.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“James,” his mother said from the kitchen.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHe looked up from the Star Wars book he had started to read and said, “Yeah?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Dinner time, kiddo.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eJim slipped a bookmark in, got up and went into the kitchen. The table was set for three, which meant his grandfather was on his way down. While his mother set a pot roast on the table, Jim took the water out of the fridge and filled all three glasses.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe thump of his grandfather’s cane on the stairs sang out loudly.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eJim smiled at the sound, and he went and opened the narrow door to the hallway.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThrough the darkness, his grandfather descended.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eA moment later, the man stepped into the light, paused and smiled.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“I can hear you, James,” his grandfather said.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Of course, you can,” Jim said, smiling. He stepped aside and the blind man moved easily into the kitchen. With several quick taps of his cane, Jim’s grandfather found his chair, pulled it out and sat down.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Hi, Dad,” Jim’s mother said, bringing a bowl of mashed potatoes to the table. She set them down and gave him a quick kiss as she brushed his white hair back behind his ears.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Hello, Karen,” he said with a grin. “Carrots, too?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Of course,” she said, turning to the stovetop.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHe turned his head to Jim. “And you, how was school today?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“About the same as every day,” Jim said. He grabbed the salt and pepper, brought them to the table and sat down across from his grandfather.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe man frowned. “Who did you fight today?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Dad,” Jim’s mother said, putting the carrots on the table. “He didn’t get in a fight today.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“He did,” his grandfather said. “I can smell it on him. What have we said about fighting?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Not to,” Jim said sulkily.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Did you?” His mother asked, surprised. She stopped by the sink and looked at him.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Yes,” Jim said.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Who?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Carlton Talbot,” he said, taking his napkin off the table and making a big production of spreading it over his lap.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Why?” she asked.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Because he’s a bully,” Jim said, trying not to snap at her. “I don’t like it when he pushes me. And I hate it when he pushes other people.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Who did he push?” his grandfather asked sternly.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“John Petroules,” Jim said.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“The crippled boy?” his mother asked as she sat down.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Yeah,” he answered.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“What happened?” his grandfather asked. “What did you do?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“I punched him,” Jim answered. He took a sip of his water and saw that his hand didn’t shake.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Where?” His grandfather said.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Kidney,” Jim replied, and before any other questions could be asked, he said, “no, I didn’t get in trouble. Mrs. Couture was out of the room when everything happened.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Did you get hit?” his mother asked.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Yeah. Matt Espelin hit me just before the teacher came in,” Jim said. “But I don’t care. I’ll get him tomorrow.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“No,” his mother said angrily, “you won’t. You know how I feel about fighting.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding: 0pt 0pt 12pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Come on, mom,” Jim said. “You married dad, he’s a soldier. 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His blood pressure had dropped, and his lungs seemed empty of oxygen. And even as he was able to realize and comprehend all of it, the voice continued to speak. The terrible, hideous voice of nightmares.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Hello, Mr. Roy.” The voice was cold and hard, it grated on the nerves and reminded Brian of every bad dream and horrific experience he had ever suffered. It was worse than nails on a chalkboard, worse than the screams of a dying man.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eBrian’s hands shook.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“I can almost smell your fear through the phone lines,” the voice whispered. Brian couldn’t tell if the speaker was male or female. “You’re terrified. And you should be. You’re not supposed to be here.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Woods Cemetery doesn’t need a caretaker, or anyone else,” the voice continued.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“We’ll leave then,” Brian managed to whisper hoarsely.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Oh no,” the voice said, chuckling. “It’s far too late for leaving. You should never have come. Be careful out there, Mr. Roy, the fog is getting thicker.” And the call ended.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eBrian’s mouth was dry as he hung up the phone. He looked out the window and saw the speaker had told him the truth.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eAnything beyond the iron fence was hidden by the fog. His world had been shrunk to the size of the cemetery. The fog formed a barrier which followed the lines and angles of the cemetery’s border with a sinister intelligence.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“John,” Brian said, and he looked over at the older man.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eFor the first time, Brian noticed the huge scar on the right side of John’s face. A mass of twisted and cratered flesh which consumed the entire cheek and part of the forehead. The man’s short silver hair was swept back, and the right eye was a dark, red globe.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eJohn smiled sardonically and nodded his head. “Just saw it?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“I did,” Brian confessed. “I’ve seen a hell of a lot worse, though. Did time as a forward observer. Saw a little combat.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eJohn nodded and stood up. “Bad call?” he asked.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eBrian nodded. “Really bad. Let’s get out of here.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Lead the way,” John said, gesturing to the door. “Lead the way.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eWith a sigh, Brian stepped over to the door, unlocked it, and stepped out into the cold air. His breath rushed out in a great white cloud.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Damn, it got cold,” John muttered.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“It’ll get colder,” Brian said, shutting the door. He turned to walk to the gate and stopped.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eIn horror, he watched as the gates slammed closed.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“What the …” John asked, confused. “How in the hell did they close themselves?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eBefore Brian could offer up any sort of an answer, the rattle of the chain interrupted him. The heavy steel links which he had so carefully looped around the cross piece of the left gate, only an hour earlier, moved of its own accord.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eHe watched, stunned as it moved with all of the grace and ease of a serpent, slid around and through the bars before it finally found its own end. For a brief moment, the lock dangled, open and free, and then it snapped through the end link and closed upon itself. The ‘click’ of the tumblers was nearly smothered by the fog.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Oh Christ, we’ll have to climb the fence,” John said.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eBrian put his hand on the man’s arm, and when John looked at him, he shook his head.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Why?” John asked.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“I don’t think it would be the best thing,” Brian answered, looking around. Shadows flickered in the headstones, shapes and figures. 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The Deer Stag House had left him with a sense of dread. A deep, primal fear had burrowed into his heart and refused to be dislodged by the warmth of the sun.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:2.4;background-color:#ffffff;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:0pt 0pt 19pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003eHe hurried up the stairs and into the building, making his way quickly to his office. He saw the lights were off, and Marilyn wasn’t at her desk.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:2.4;background-color:#ffffff;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:0pt 0pt 19pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Marilyn?” Mitchell called out as he caught sight of his own door open.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:2.4;background-color:#ffffff;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:0pt 0pt 19pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Marilyn?” he asked again, walking around her desk.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:2.4;background-color:#ffffff;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:0pt 0pt 19pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003eHe stopped abruptly, turned, and vomited onto the floor. The remnants of his breakfast splashed up and stained his khakis. He dry heaved several times before he was able to straighten up, wiping his mouth off with the cuff of his sleeve.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:2.4;background-color:#ffffff;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:0pt 0pt 19pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003eMarilyn was hanging from the chandelier mount. Her pretty, light blue blouse had been knotted around her neck. Her eyes, which had been a sparkling green, were dull and glazed. Her once neatly-brushed and set hair was in disarray, and her tongue protruded from her mouth like a fat worm in a garden plot. Her pale flesh was sickening to look at, her breasts heavy in the plain white bra she wore.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:2.4;background-color:#ffffff;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:0pt 0pt 19pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003eWhen she had died she had wet herself, the urine leaving a trail down the inside of each leg and dripping slowly, rhythmically onto the top of his desk. Her blue, flat shoes were neatly placed in front of his desk, the heels touching one another on the wood.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:2.4;background-color:#ffffff;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:0pt 0pt 19pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003eMitchell caught sight of a piece of paper on the desk with words written on it. He recognized Marilyn’s neat, professional script. Numbly, he walked into the room, vaguely registering the broken coffee mugs and the sheets of paper scattered everywhere. When he reached Marilyn’s shoes, he looked down at what she had written.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:2.4;background-color:#ffffff;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:0pt 0pt 19pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003eI’ve had enough.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:2.4;background-color:#ffffff;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:0pt 0pt 19pt 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003eShe had signed it as well. 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Two more on Tuesday,” Jenna answered.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“They took a breather on Wednesday and Thursday,” Gabby continued, “and then hit us again yesterday.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eClair glared at Gabby until the woman added, “Another three.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Damn it!” Clair snarled, slapping the top of her desk.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“At least they’re small,” Jenna said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“The size doesn’t matter here,” Clair spat. “Every single one of them is necessary now. Rousseau didn’t return. We have the One. We’re not losing one ghost in each house. Oh no, we’re losing all of the dead it siphons energy from. It is a horrific ripple in our little pond.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Do you want us to go to Shane’s house?” Jenna asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Are you serious?” Clair asked after a stunned moment of silence.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Sure,” Gabby said, nodding and glancing at her twin. “It’s just him and his buddy, right?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eClair took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and said, “Were either of you ever informed as to why these two gentlemen are an issue for us?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“No,” Jenna said. “We only know that they were causing some trouble.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eThe phone on the desk rang before Clair could enlighten the sisters. A look at the base showed a button labeled “Emilio and Sadie” flashed. Something about the pair tugged at her memory but it wouldn’t reveal itself. Frowning, Clair reached out and answered the call.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Hello?” she asked, her voice sharp.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Why hello,” a man said. His tone was harsh and unforgiving. “Who’s this?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Evidently the wrong number,” Clair retorted and slammed the phone back into its cradle.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eBefore her hand had left the receiver, the phone rang again.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eThe same line flashed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eFeeling anger flare within her, Clair snatched up the phone.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“You have the wrong number,” she began, but the man on the other end cut her off before she could finish.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Where’s Harlan?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“He’s not here,” she replied, warily. “Who’s this?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“This is Shane Ryan.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eClair straightened up. “Shane.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Yes,” he said. “Who are you?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“I’m Clair.” The twins leaned in, all hints of exhaustion gone as they listened intently to the part of the conversation they could hear.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“You’re in charge now,” Shane said. 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Their eyes were sunken, their faces drawn. They looked as if they hadn’t slept well in days and Clair didn’t care.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eClair took pills each night to sleep. And it had gotten bad enough that she washed them down with a glass of wine. Only she and the twins knew what was going on, what it was that Shane and Frank were doing to the organization.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e\u003cem\u003eIt has to be them\u003c\/em\u003e, she thought, stifling a curse.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“How many?” Clair asked, hating the stiffness in her voice.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Three on Monday night. Two more on Tuesday,” Jenna answered.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“They took a breather on Wednesday and Thursday,” Gabby continued, “and then hit us again yesterday.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eClair glared at Gabby until the woman added, “Another three.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Damn it!” Clair snarled, slapping the top of her desk.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“At least they’re small,” Jenna said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“The size doesn’t matter here,” Clair spat. “Every single one of them is necessary now. Rousseau didn’t return. We have the One. We’re not losing one ghost in each house. Oh no, we’re losing all of the dead it siphons energy from. It is a horrific ripple in our little pond.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Do you want us to go to Shane’s house?” Jenna asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Are you serious?” Clair asked after a stunned moment of silence.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Sure,” Gabby said, nodding and glancing at her twin. “It’s just him and his buddy, right?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eClair took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and said, “Were either of you ever informed as to why these two gentlemen are an issue for us?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“No,” Jenna said. “We only know that they were causing some trouble.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eThe phone on the desk rang before Clair could enlighten the sisters. A look at the base showed a button labeled “Emilio and Sadie” flashed. Something about the pair tugged at her memory but it wouldn’t reveal itself. Frowning, Clair reached out and answered the call.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Hello?” she asked, her voice sharp.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Why hello,” a man said. His tone was harsh and unforgiving. “Who’s this?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Evidently the wrong number,” Clair retorted and slammed the phone back into its cradle.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eBefore her hand had left the receiver, the phone rang again.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eThe same line flashed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eFeeling anger flare within her, Clair snatched up the phone.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“You have the wrong number,” she began, but the man on the other end cut her off before she could finish.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Where’s Harlan?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“He’s not here,” she replied, warily. “Who’s this?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“This is Shane Ryan.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eClair straightened up. “Shane.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Yes,” he said. “Who are you?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“I’m Clair.” The twins leaned in, all hints of exhaustion gone as they listened intently to the part of the conversation they could hear.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“You’re in charge now,” Shane said. It was a statement, not a question.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“I am,” Clair replied.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“What happened to Harlan?” Shane asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“I had him strangled,” she responded.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eA snort of laughter came through the line. “Good. Well, I have to ask, how do you like my work so far?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eHatred boiled within her. Gritting her teeth together, she replied, “I’m not. When are you going to stop?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Just as soon as I’ve crushed your organization,” Shane replied in a voice so low as to be almost inaudible.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“You can’t,” Clair stated.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Maybe not,” Shane conceded. “But I’m going to try. 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But when an eerie melody chimes through the trees, they know the Bell Witch has returned. Her harvest of souls has begun, and they are running out of time.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003eVowing to put an end to the evil presence, the four survivors venture into a network of caves. They descend deeper into the dark, flooded tunnels only to find demonic spirits tormenting them with nightmarish visions of the past—bitter secrets their families have fought hard to keep buried.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003eAs the frigid water begins to rise, the survivors are confronted with the most horrific terror of all. They soon realize that the only way to get out of there alive is for one of them to make the ultimate sacrifice.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003eWill they survive? 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Their eyes were sunken, their faces drawn. They looked as if they hadn’t slept well in days and Clair didn’t care.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eClair took pills each night to sleep. And it had gotten bad enough that she washed them down with a glass of wine. Only she and the twins knew what was going on, what it was that Shane and Frank were doing to the organization.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e\u003cem\u003eIt has to be them\u003c\/em\u003e, she thought, stifling a curse.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“How many?” Clair asked, hating the stiffness in her voice.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Three on Monday night. Two more on Tuesday,” Jenna answered.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“They took a breather on Wednesday and Thursday,” Gabby continued, “and then hit us again yesterday.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eClair glared at Gabby until the woman added, “Another three.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Damn it!” Clair snarled, slapping the top of her desk.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“At least they’re small,” Jenna said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“The size doesn’t matter here,” Clair spat. “Every single one of them is necessary now. Rousseau didn’t return. We have the One. We’re not losing one ghost in each house. Oh no, we’re losing all of the dead it siphons energy from. It is a horrific ripple in our little pond.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Do you want us to go to Shane’s house?” Jenna asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Are you serious?” Clair asked after a stunned moment of silence.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Sure,” Gabby said, nodding and glancing at her twin. “It’s just him and his buddy, right?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eClair took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and said, “Were either of you ever informed as to why these two gentlemen are an issue for us?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“No,” Jenna said. “We only know that they were causing some trouble.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eThe phone on the desk rang before Clair could enlighten the sisters. A look at the base showed a button labeled “Emilio and Sadie” flashed. Something about the pair tugged at her memory but it wouldn’t reveal itself. Frowning, Clair reached out and answered the call.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Hello?” she asked, her voice sharp.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Why hello,” a man said. His tone was harsh and unforgiving. “Who’s this?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Evidently the wrong number,” Clair retorted and slammed the phone back into its cradle.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eBefore her hand had left the receiver, the phone rang again.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eThe same line flashed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eFeeling anger flare within her, Clair snatched up the phone.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“You have the wrong number,” she began, but the man on the other end cut her off before she could finish.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Where’s Harlan?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“He’s not here,” she replied, warily. “Who’s this?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“This is Shane Ryan.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eClair straightened up. “Shane.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Yes,” he said. “Who are you?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“I’m Clair.” The twins leaned in, all hints of exhaustion gone as they listened intently to the part of the conversation they could hear.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“You’re in charge now,” Shane said. It was a statement, not a question.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“I am,” Clair replied.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“What happened to Harlan?” Shane asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“I had him strangled,” she responded.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eA snort of laughter came through the line. “Good. Well, I have to ask, how do you like my work so far?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eHatred boiled within her. Gritting her teeth together, she replied, “I’m not. When are you going to stop?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Just as soon as I’ve crushed your organization,” Shane replied in a voice so low as to be almost inaudible.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“You can’t,” Clair stated.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Maybe not,” Shane conceded. “But I’m going to try. 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Their eyes were sunken, their faces drawn. They looked as if they hadn’t slept well in days and Clair didn’t care.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eClair took pills each night to sleep. And it had gotten bad enough that she washed them down with a glass of wine. Only she and the twins knew what was going on, what it was that Shane and Frank were doing to the organization.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e\u003cem\u003eIt has to be them\u003c\/em\u003e, she thought, stifling a curse.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“How many?” Clair asked, hating the stiffness in her voice.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Three on Monday night. Two more on Tuesday,” Jenna answered.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“They took a breather on Wednesday and Thursday,” Gabby continued, “and then hit us again yesterday.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eClair glared at Gabby until the woman added, “Another three.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Damn it!” Clair snarled, slapping the top of her desk.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“At least they’re small,” Jenna said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“The size doesn’t matter here,” Clair spat. “Every single one of them is necessary now. Rousseau didn’t return. We have the One. We’re not losing one ghost in each house. Oh no, we’re losing all of the dead it siphons energy from. It is a horrific ripple in our little pond.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Do you want us to go to Shane’s house?” Jenna asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Are you serious?” Clair asked after a stunned moment of silence.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Sure,” Gabby said, nodding and glancing at her twin. “It’s just him and his buddy, right?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eClair took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and said, “Were either of you ever informed as to why these two gentlemen are an issue for us?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“No,” Jenna said. “We only know that they were causing some trouble.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eThe phone on the desk rang before Clair could enlighten the sisters. A look at the base showed a button labeled “Emilio and Sadie” flashed. Something about the pair tugged at her memory but it wouldn’t reveal itself. Frowning, Clair reached out and answered the call.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Hello?” she asked, her voice sharp.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Why hello,” a man said. His tone was harsh and unforgiving. “Who’s this?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Evidently the wrong number,” Clair retorted and slammed the phone back into its cradle.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eBefore her hand had left the receiver, the phone rang again.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eThe same line flashed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eFeeling anger flare within her, Clair snatched up the phone.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“You have the wrong number,” she began, but the man on the other end cut her off before she could finish.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Where’s Harlan?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“He’s not here,” she replied, warily. “Who’s this?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“This is Shane Ryan.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eClair straightened up. “Shane.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Yes,” he said. “Who are you?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“I’m Clair.” The twins leaned in, all hints of exhaustion gone as they listened intently to the part of the conversation they could hear.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“You’re in charge now,” Shane said. It was a statement, not a question.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“I am,” Clair replied.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“What happened to Harlan?” Shane asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“I had him strangled,” she responded.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eA snort of laughter came through the line. “Good. Well, I have to ask, how do you like my work so far?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eHatred boiled within her. Gritting her teeth together, she replied, “I’m not. When are you going to stop?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Just as soon as I’ve crushed your organization,” Shane replied in a voice so low as to be almost inaudible.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“You can’t,” Clair stated.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Maybe not,” Shane conceded. “But I’m going to try. 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Their eyes were sunken, their faces drawn. They looked as if they hadn’t slept well in days and Clair didn’t care.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003eClair took pills each night to sleep. And it had gotten bad enough that she washed them down with a glass of wine. Only she and the twins knew what was going on, what it was that Shane and Frank were doing to the organization.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e\u003cem\u003eIt has to be them\u003c\/em\u003e, she thought, stifling a curse.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“How many?” Clair asked, hating the stiffness in her voice.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“Three on Monday night. Two more on Tuesday,” Jenna answered.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“They took a breather on Wednesday and Thursday,” Gabby continued, “and then hit us again yesterday.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003eClair glared at Gabby until the woman added, “Another three.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“Damn it!” Clair snarled, slapping the top of her desk.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“At least they’re small,” Jenna said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“The size doesn’t matter here,” Clair spat. “Every single one of them is necessary now. Rousseau didn’t return. We have the One. We’re not losing one ghost in each house. Oh no, we’re losing all of the dead it siphons energy from. 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A look at the base showed a button labeled “Emilio and Sadie” flashed. Something about the pair tugged at her memory but it wouldn’t reveal itself. Frowning, Clair reached out and answered the call.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“Hello?” she asked, her voice sharp.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“Why hello,” a man said. His tone was harsh and unforgiving. “Who’s this?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“Evidently the wrong number,” Clair retorted and slammed the phone back into its cradle.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003eBefore her hand had left the receiver, the phone rang again.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003eThe same line flashed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003eFeeling anger flare within her, Clair snatched up the phone.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“You have the wrong number,” she began, but the man on the other end cut her off before she could finish.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“Where’s Harlan?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“He’s not here,” she replied, warily. “Who’s this?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“This is Shane Ryan.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003eClair straightened up. “Shane.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“Yes,” he said. “Who are you?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“I’m Clair.” The twins leaned in, all hints of exhaustion gone as they listened intently to the part of the conversation they could hear.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“You’re in charge now,” Shane said. It was a statement, not a question.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“I am,” Clair replied.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“What happened to Harlan?” Shane asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“I had him strangled,” she responded.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003eA snort of laughter came through the line. “Good. Well, I have to ask, how do you like my work so far?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003eHatred boiled within her. Gritting her teeth together, she replied, “I’m not. When are you going to stop?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“Just as soon as I’ve crushed your organization,” Shane replied in a voice so low as to be almost inaudible.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“You can’t,” Clair stated.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“Maybe not,” Shane conceded. “But I’m going to try. 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Sitting on the bank, his feet a few inches above the waterline and the thick grass swaying around him, Cadwyn drew in a deep breath, trying to breathe in the dark serenity around him. Bit by bit, the raging storm of his thoughts dwindled, rendering his mind a barren echo chamber. It was a strange mix of distraught, enraged, and numb.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;\"\u003eHe didn’t see the hellhound coming until it was upon him. Before he could do more than flinch, the other two Ladies crowded in for his attention. Their combined efforts to make sure that he was okay almost pushed him back against the grass.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;\"\u003e“I thought I told you girls to stay inside.” He couldn’t keep the affection from his voice.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;\"\u003e“They’re with me,” Basheba said as she sat down with a good few feet between them. “Oh, don’t look so shocked. I’m a hunter. Of course, I’m going to be able to track you down.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;\"\u003eCadwyn arched an eyebrow and turned his head. 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Just think about this logically—”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;\"\u003e“It’s not a \u003cem\u003elogical\u003c\/em\u003e issue!” Cadwyn’s outburst caught them both off-guard.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;\"\u003e“Okay, I get that you’ve—can you please look at me?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;\"\u003eCadwyn kept his eyes fixed on the water passing by their feet. “I’m a little too angry to do that right now.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;\"\u003e“Angry?” Basheba repeated, a tinge of fear in her voice.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;\"\u003e“I have always had your back. I might not have always agreed with you, but I would say my piece, and trust that you respected me enough to consider my point of view. I have \u003cem\u003enever \u003c\/em\u003edemanded your obedience.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;\"\u003e“I didn’t mean it like that,” Basheba stammered.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;\"\u003e“Yes, you did.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;\"\u003e“Okay, yes, but I meant it as in I really \u003cem\u003ereally \u003c\/em\u003ewant you to do this. I freaked out, okay? I heard a demon is attached to you, and my thoughts went right to Abraham. All those things that you said it did to your brother—my brain was bombarded by images of it doing that to \u003cem\u003eyou\u003c\/em\u003e,\u003cem\u003e \u003c\/em\u003eand I freaked out.” She huffed and flopped her arms against the grass. “Come on, Cad. Abe threw some grenades into my entire world view back there, and you’re holding me to my wording choices?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;\"\u003eCadwyn turned to her, studied her in the moonlight, and just felt cold. “Did you know?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;\"\u003e“Know what?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;\"\u003eHe licked his lips and lowered his head once more, his fingertips playing across his temple. “I’ve been backtracking through my family tree, and, well, it gets a little muddled back when cousins used to regularly marry cousins, but I have noticed a trend. If Abe is right, then the vast majority of my relatives that you actually like have Allaway blood.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;\"\u003e“You think I knew?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;\"\u003e“Did you?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;\"\u003e“No!”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;\"\u003e“So, it’s just a giant coincidence?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;\"\u003e“Yes.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;\"\u003e“And the fact that you chose me, a direct descendent of your ancestor, that’s just happenstance as well? What a happy accident. After all your other options were gone, you still ended up with someone who matches very specific criteria.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;\"\u003e“You make it sound like none of my relatives ever took it outside of the family. My mom married a Bell, remember?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;\"\u003eCadwyn shook his head. “You wanted family. And you found one.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;\"\u003e“Yes, I did. Cadwyn.” She scrambled in front of him, sloshing into the shallow waters as she did so. She gripped the sides of his face with both hands, but he still struggled not to look at her. “The importance of family has been drilled into me since the day I was born—by both sides. But so much has changed over the last few years. Everything I thought was simple got complicated. All the things that were always just facts suddenly weren’t anymore.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;\"\u003eIt made Cadwyn’s chest hurt to hear her sounding so lost. He tried to pull back, but she tightened her grip, sinking her fingers into his hair and holding him in place.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;\"\u003e“Losing the Leviathan made me do some hard thinking. I love my family. I can give you a long list for why each one of them still means so much to me. 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Their eyes were sunken, their faces drawn. They looked as if they hadn’t slept well in days and Clair didn’t care.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eClair took pills each night to sleep. And it had gotten bad enough that she washed them down with a glass of wine. Only she and the twins knew what was going on, what it was that Shane and Frank were doing to the organization.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e\u003cem\u003eIt has to be them\u003c\/em\u003e, she thought, stifling a curse.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“How many?” Clair asked, hating the stiffness in her voice.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Three on Monday night. Two more on Tuesday,” Jenna answered.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“They took a breather on Wednesday and Thursday,” Gabby continued, “and then hit us again yesterday.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eClair glared at Gabby until the woman added, “Another three.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Damn it!” Clair snarled, slapping the top of her desk.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“At least they’re small,” Jenna said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“The size doesn’t matter here,” Clair spat. “Every single one of them is necessary now. Rousseau didn’t return. We have the One. We’re not losing one ghost in each house. Oh no, we’re losing all of the dead it siphons energy from. It is a horrific ripple in our little pond.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Do you want us to go to Shane’s house?” Jenna asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Are you serious?” Clair asked after a stunned moment of silence.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Sure,” Gabby said, nodding and glancing at her twin. “It’s just him and his buddy, right?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eClair took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and said, “Were either of you ever informed as to why these two gentlemen are an issue for us?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“No,” Jenna said. “We only know that they were causing some trouble.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eThe phone on the desk rang before Clair could enlighten the sisters. A look at the base showed a button labeled “Emilio and Sadie” flashed. Something about the pair tugged at her memory but it wouldn’t reveal itself. Frowning, Clair reached out and answered the call.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Hello?” she asked, her voice sharp.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Why hello,” a man said. His tone was harsh and unforgiving. “Who’s this?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Evidently the wrong number,” Clair retorted and slammed the phone back into its cradle.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eBefore her hand had left the receiver, the phone rang again.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eThe same line flashed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eFeeling anger flare within her, Clair snatched up the phone.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“You have the wrong number,” she began, but the man on the other end cut her off before she could finish.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Where’s Harlan?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“He’s not here,” she replied, warily. “Who’s this?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“This is Shane Ryan.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eClair straightened up. “Shane.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Yes,” he said. “Who are you?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“I’m Clair.” The twins leaned in, all hints of exhaustion gone as they listened intently to the part of the conversation they could hear.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“You’re in charge now,” Shane said. It was a statement, not a question.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“I am,” Clair replied.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“What happened to Harlan?” Shane asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“I had him strangled,” she responded.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eA snort of laughter came through the line. “Good. Well, I have to ask, how do you like my work so far?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eHatred boiled within her. Gritting her teeth together, she replied, “I’m not. When are you going to stop?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Just as soon as I’ve crushed your organization,” Shane replied in a voice so low as to be almost inaudible.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“You can’t,” Clair stated.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Maybe not,” Shane conceded. “But I’m going to try. 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Their eyes were sunken, their faces drawn. They looked as if they hadn’t slept well in days and Clair didn’t care.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eClair took pills each night to sleep. And it had gotten bad enough that she washed them down with a glass of wine. Only she and the twins knew what was going on, what it was that Shane and Frank were doing to the organization.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e\u003cem\u003eIt has to be them\u003c\/em\u003e, she thought, stifling a curse.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“How many?” Clair asked, hating the stiffness in her voice.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Three on Monday night. Two more on Tuesday,” Jenna answered.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“They took a breather on Wednesday and Thursday,” Gabby continued, “and then hit us again yesterday.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eClair glared at Gabby until the woman added, “Another three.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Damn it!” Clair snarled, slapping the top of her desk.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“At least they’re small,” Jenna said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“The size doesn’t matter here,” Clair spat. “Every single one of them is necessary now. Rousseau didn’t return. We have the One. We’re not losing one ghost in each house. Oh no, we’re losing all of the dead it siphons energy from. It is a horrific ripple in our little pond.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Do you want us to go to Shane’s house?” Jenna asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Are you serious?” Clair asked after a stunned moment of silence.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Sure,” Gabby said, nodding and glancing at her twin. “It’s just him and his buddy, right?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eClair took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and said, “Were either of you ever informed as to why these two gentlemen are an issue for us?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“No,” Jenna said. “We only know that they were causing some trouble.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eThe phone on the desk rang before Clair could enlighten the sisters. A look at the base showed a button labeled “Emilio and Sadie” flashed. Something about the pair tugged at her memory but it wouldn’t reveal itself. Frowning, Clair reached out and answered the call.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Hello?” she asked, her voice sharp.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Why hello,” a man said. His tone was harsh and unforgiving. “Who’s this?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Evidently the wrong number,” Clair retorted and slammed the phone back into its cradle.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eBefore her hand had left the receiver, the phone rang again.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eThe same line flashed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eFeeling anger flare within her, Clair snatched up the phone.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“You have the wrong number,” she began, but the man on the other end cut her off before she could finish.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Where’s Harlan?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“He’s not here,” she replied, warily. “Who’s this?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“This is Shane Ryan.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eClair straightened up. “Shane.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Yes,” he said. “Who are you?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“I’m Clair.” The twins leaned in, all hints of exhaustion gone as they listened intently to the part of the conversation they could hear.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“You’re in charge now,” Shane said. It was a statement, not a question.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“I am,” Clair replied.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“What happened to Harlan?” Shane asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“I had him strangled,” she responded.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eA snort of laughter came through the line. “Good. Well, I have to ask, how do you like my work so far?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eHatred boiled within her. Gritting her teeth together, she replied, “I’m not. When are you going to stop?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Just as soon as I’ve crushed your organization,” Shane replied in a voice so low as to be almost inaudible.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“You can’t,” Clair stated.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Maybe not,” Shane conceded. “But I’m going to try. And now, I know how.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eHe left an unasked question in the dead space between them and when Clair didn’t speak, he did.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“I know about the One,” Shane said. “I know where it is. And while I figure out what to do about it, how to go about destroying it, I’m going to continue to disassemble the Watchers. A single ghost at a time.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“And what makes you think you’ll succeed?” Clair hissed. “What makes you think we can’t stop you?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n          \n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e","brand":"Scare Street","offers":[{"title":"EBOOK","offer_id":47211335909655,"sku":"banshee2e","price":6.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0798\/7209\/8583\/files\/FF_Banshee_2.jpg?v=1703674028"},{"product_id":"banshee3","title":"Shattered Dreams: Banshee Series Book 3","description":"\u003ch2\u003e\u003cspan\u003eDeath is coming…\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/h2\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"my-0.5\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eBenton has always dreamed through the eyes of killers. But recently, his dreams have changed into an unreadable pattern of shapes and screams. 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Their eyes were sunken, their faces drawn. They looked as if they hadn’t slept well in days and Clair didn’t care.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eClair took pills each night to sleep. And it had gotten bad enough that she washed them down with a glass of wine. Only she and the twins knew what was going on, what it was that Shane and Frank were doing to the organization.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e\u003cem\u003eIt has to be them\u003c\/em\u003e, she thought, stifling a curse.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“How many?” Clair asked, hating the stiffness in her voice.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Three on Monday night. Two more on Tuesday,” Jenna answered.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“They took a breather on Wednesday and Thursday,” Gabby continued, “and then hit us again yesterday.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eClair glared at Gabby until the woman added, “Another three.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Damn it!” Clair snarled, slapping the top of her desk.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“At least they’re small,” Jenna said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“The size doesn’t matter here,” Clair spat. “Every single one of them is necessary now. Rousseau didn’t return. We have the One. We’re not losing one ghost in each house. Oh no, we’re losing all of the dead it siphons energy from. It is a horrific ripple in our little pond.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Do you want us to go to Shane’s house?” Jenna asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Are you serious?” Clair asked after a stunned moment of silence.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Sure,” Gabby said, nodding and glancing at her twin. “It’s just him and his buddy, right?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eClair took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and said, “Were either of you ever informed as to why these two gentlemen are an issue for us?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“No,” Jenna said. “We only know that they were causing some trouble.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eThe phone on the desk rang before Clair could enlighten the sisters. A look at the base showed a button labeled “Emilio and Sadie” flashed. Something about the pair tugged at her memory but it wouldn’t reveal itself. Frowning, Clair reached out and answered the call.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Hello?” she asked, her voice sharp.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Why hello,” a man said. His tone was harsh and unforgiving. “Who’s this?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Evidently the wrong number,” Clair retorted and slammed the phone back into its cradle.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eBefore her hand had left the receiver, the phone rang again.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eThe same line flashed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eFeeling anger flare within her, Clair snatched up the phone.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“You have the wrong number,” she began, but the man on the other end cut her off before she could finish.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Where’s Harlan?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“He’s not here,” she replied, warily. “Who’s this?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“This is Shane Ryan.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eClair straightened up. “Shane.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Yes,” he said. “Who are you?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“I’m Clair.” The twins leaned in, all hints of exhaustion gone as they listened intently to the part of the conversation they could hear.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“You’re in charge now,” Shane said. It was a statement, not a question.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“I am,” Clair replied.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“What happened to Harlan?” Shane asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“I had him strangled,” she responded.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eA snort of laughter came through the line. “Good. Well, I have to ask, how do you like my work so far?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eHatred boiled within her. Gritting her teeth together, she replied, “I’m not. When are you going to stop?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Just as soon as I’ve crushed your organization,” Shane replied in a voice so low as to be almost inaudible.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“You can’t,” Clair stated.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Maybe not,” Shane conceded. “But I’m going to try. And now, I know how.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eHe left an unasked question in the dead space between them and when Clair didn’t speak, he did.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“I know about the One,” Shane said. “I know where it is. And while I figure out what to do about it, how to go about destroying it, I’m going to continue to disassemble the Watchers. 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Their eyes were sunken, their faces drawn. They looked as if they hadn’t slept well in days and Clair didn’t care.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eClair took pills each night to sleep. And it had gotten bad enough that she washed them down with a glass of wine. Only she and the twins knew what was going on, what it was that Shane and Frank were doing to the organization.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e\u003cem\u003eIt has to be them\u003c\/em\u003e, she thought, stifling a curse.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“How many?” Clair asked, hating the stiffness in her voice.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Three on Monday night. Two more on Tuesday,” Jenna answered.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“They took a breather on Wednesday and Thursday,” Gabby continued, “and then hit us again yesterday.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eClair glared at Gabby until the woman added, “Another three.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Damn it!” Clair snarled, slapping the top of her desk.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“At least they’re small,” Jenna said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“The size doesn’t matter here,” Clair spat. “Every single one of them is necessary now. Rousseau didn’t return. We have the One. We’re not losing one ghost in each house. Oh no, we’re losing all of the dead it siphons energy from. It is a horrific ripple in our little pond.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Do you want us to go to Shane’s house?” Jenna asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Are you serious?” Clair asked after a stunned moment of silence.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Sure,” Gabby said, nodding and glancing at her twin. “It’s just him and his buddy, right?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eClair took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and said, “Were either of you ever informed as to why these two gentlemen are an issue for us?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“No,” Jenna said. “We only know that they were causing some trouble.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eThe phone on the desk rang before Clair could enlighten the sisters. A look at the base showed a button labeled “Emilio and Sadie” flashed. Something about the pair tugged at her memory but it wouldn’t reveal itself. Frowning, Clair reached out and answered the call.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Hello?” she asked, her voice sharp.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Why hello,” a man said. His tone was harsh and unforgiving. “Who’s this?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Evidently the wrong number,” Clair retorted and slammed the phone back into its cradle.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eBefore her hand had left the receiver, the phone rang again.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eThe same line flashed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eFeeling anger flare within her, Clair snatched up the phone.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“You have the wrong number,” she began, but the man on the other end cut her off before she could finish.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Where’s Harlan?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“He’s not here,” she replied, warily. “Who’s this?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“This is Shane Ryan.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eClair straightened up. “Shane.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Yes,” he said. “Who are you?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“I’m Clair.” The twins leaned in, all hints of exhaustion gone as they listened intently to the part of the conversation they could hear.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“You’re in charge now,” Shane said. It was a statement, not a question.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“I am,” Clair replied.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“What happened to Harlan?” Shane asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“I had him strangled,” she responded.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eA snort of laughter came through the line. “Good. Well, I have to ask, how do you like my work so far?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eHatred boiled within her. Gritting her teeth together, she replied, “I’m not. When are you going to stop?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Just as soon as I’ve crushed your organization,” Shane replied in a voice so low as to be almost inaudible.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“You can’t,” Clair stated.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“Maybe not,” Shane conceded. “But I’m going to try. And now, I know how.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003eHe left an unasked question in the dead space between them and when Clair didn’t speak, he did.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style='margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:21.6pt;font-size:16px;font-family:\"Georgia\",serif;color:black;'\u003e“I know about the One,” Shane said. “I know where it is. And while I figure out what to do about it, how to go about destroying it, I’m going to continue to disassemble the Watchers. 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At the center of the teepee, Nicole hunched over the only light source, her hands raised, and her fingers twisted into claws.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“It was then, as he looked over the rim of the dirt-filled box, that he realized–”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“The guy was a vampire,” Benton cut in.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eNicole’s face twisted up in frustration. When Benton only smirked in response, she snatched up a marshmallow and tossed it at his head. It bounced off his temple and disappeared into the darkness that clustered around the edges of the room.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Did you have to spoil it?” she asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Everyone knows that Dracula is a vampire, Nic,” Benton defended. “Why are you even telling that as a campfire story?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Because we have a test on it after the break, and I know for a fact that you haven’t even cracked the spine of that book.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eHe shook his head. Only in Fort Wayward would the whole town take a week-long hiatus so everyone could go to a powwow.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“I’ll listen to the audiobook,” he dismissed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“How is that any different from what I’m offering you right now?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eHe shrugged. “Fewer eatable projectiles?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Fine.” Huffing out her annoyance, Nicole swept her hip-length hair over one shoulder and set about platting it. It was a nightly ritual to prevent it from becoming one massive knot while she slept. “You tell a campfire story then.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“We don’t even have a campfire.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eHe jabbed a finger at the glowing plastic flames. The whole ‘campfire’ moved a few inches. Nicole used her toes to push it back into place.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“There were only child-friendly teepees left when I booked,” she protested.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“You don’t trust me with an open flame, do you.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“I do not,” she admitted quickly. “In my defense, you’re really accident prone.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eHis fingertips began to rub at the tough, scarred skin of his right palm. The consequences of touching a flame that no one else could see or feel. Months had passed without the scars fading or complete sensation returning, and he’d given up hope that either would happen.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eI’ve got another ghost scar to go with it now\u003c\/em\u003e, he thought.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThoughtlessly, he shifted, pressing two fingertips against his side. The thin material of his threadbare Chicago Cubs shirt did little to hide the raised scar tissue. Baykoks were ghostly hunters and had pretty good aim. Nicole hadn’t been able to see the arrow itself, only the damage it had left behind, but she had insisted she knew the damage it should have caused. The memory came with such clarity that he could hear her voice ringing in his ears. \u003cem\u003eThe arrow would have hit your lungs. Ripped open your liver. Benton, you should be dead right now\u003c\/em\u003e.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eBenton pressed a little harder against the small ridge marring his torso. It had only taken a few days for it to heal beyond the point of pain. Now, just like with his hand, he couldn’t feel the touch at all.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eI should be dead right now\u003c\/em\u003e. The thought made the other scar begin to throb. The one that curled around his skull, created by a crushing blow and a surgeon’s craftsmanship to save his life. He didn’t dare touch it. A part of him was sure he would still feel the blood.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eI should have died a long time ago. But now I have Nicole\u003c\/em\u003e.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eShe was a hurricane contained in human skin. Vibrant and unpredictable and impossible to stand up against. He still didn’t know why she had decided that she would put up with him. \u003cem\u003eA stupid decision, really\u003c\/em\u003e. One he was happy she had made. They hadn’t known each other for a full year yet, and she had already saved his life more than once.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Benton?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eHe jerked, looking up to see Nicole watching him expectantly. Obviously, it wasn’t the first time she had called his name.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Sorry?” he asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Are you okay?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Yeah, just–” He shook his head and forced a smile. “Just thinking. It’s nothing important. Let’s get back to making fun of you.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Oh, yay,” she groaned playfully.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eHe chuckled and flopped onto his back.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“This sleeping on the ground thing is horrible for my spine.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Actually, a lot of doctors say that it’s pretty good for you.” Nicole’s hands never paused as they worked their way to the tips of her hair. “And you might want to actually spend a night camping before you complain.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“I love that your need to correct me won out over your impulse to chastise me,” Benton noted.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eShe scolded. “Are you calling me a nag?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Yes.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Why do people keep saying that?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Probably because of the constant nagging,” Benton said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eWithout thinking, he reached back and pressed his palms against the earth. Planting his feet, he pushed himself up, forcing his spine into a near perfect arch. A few joints popped, and he felt the tension slowly release.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“So, do you have a plan for tonight?” he asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThe remark was a little passive-aggressive, but he wasn’t about to change it. When Nicole first came to him with the idea of coming to the week-long powwow, he had reminded her that he was a Banshee. An omen of death. Forced to live in the skin of a killer every night and wake with the name of a victim filling his head. That, and an inhuman, blood-chilling, wall-shaking wail. It made cohabitation difficult. A more vindictive side of him was waiting with anticipation for the moment Nicole realized that what she had so easily dismissed was actually a massive obstacle. Her silence made him glance over. Half obstructed by his own arm, he got an upside-down view of her face.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked with mounting dread.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“How are you getting your spine to do that?” she countered.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eIt was hard to shrug while in his position, but he considered it worth the effort.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“I like to dance. It’s made me flexible. Can we get to the other topic?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eNicole blinked at him, a small smile curling the corners of her mouth. \u003cem\u003eOh no. \u003c\/em\u003eBenton knew that look. \u003cem\u003eHer rattlesnake smile\u003c\/em\u003e. It was the only warning sign she offered before striking, latching onto whatever subject, question, or task that had taken her fancy and refused to let go. She was capable of terrifying levels of fixation. \u003cem\u003eIf she becomes a serial killer, we’re all screwed. \u003c\/em\u003eNot sure what had grabbed her attention, he flopped back down and let his long, lithe limbs fall where they pleased.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“You asked for the tent furthest from the group, didn’t you?” he asked. “You know that they’ll still hear me screaming, right?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eShe snapped out of her daze and beamed. \u003cem\u003eJust in time\u003c\/em\u003e, he reasoned.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Way ahead of you.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eShe lunged for her backpack, half squirming out from under her fur bedding to grab it. Stretching to her tips, she finally found what she was looking for. She tossed the small parcel his way, and he caught it with the same amount of attention. There was a short poem attached to the front of the tiny mesh bag. Holding it high above his head, Benton read it aloud.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“\u003cem\u003eNight terrors wake me up at night,\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eI’d hate for that to happen to you.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eSo here’s a pair of earplugs,\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eAnd hopefully, you’ll sleep through\u003c\/em\u003e.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“I put one in every teepee,” Nicole said proudly. “And left a basket of them by the entrance for the campsite. I know they won’t do much to block out a Banshee wail, but it’ll give us an excuse.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eHow do you afford these things?!\u003c\/em\u003e Out loud, he said, “Thanks, Nic.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eHe heaved the bag back her way.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“You’re going to be a lot closer, though. Not worried about hearing loss?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“I’m ready for that, too,” she declared, brandishing a pair of noise-canceling headphones, the big, bulky kind that people wore when using jackhammers. “One of these days, you’ll stop underestimating me.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eA smirk stretched his lips as he lay sprawled out across the floor, staring up at where the poles of the teepee met. He hadn’t known there was an actual gap there. It made sense, he supposed. Somewhere for the smoke to go and all that. Situated a good distance away from the rest of the campers, they were on the outskirts of the floodlights. He had never been anywhere that had a night sky like Fort Wayward. A full moon had started to rise. It was as bright as a beacon but still didn’t wash out the stars.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“It would be a whole lot smarter to just keep me out of this situation,” he said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“You worry way too much,” Nicole said. “It’s not good for your health.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“I even it out with vast amounts of spite,” he dismissed with a loose wave of his hand.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThere was a shuffle and a drag, and suddenly some of the blankets were dumped onto his stomach. Before he had time to protest, Nicole settled down beside him, shuffling closer to share his view of the stars.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Do you want to come jogging tomorrow?” she asked. “Mom and I are going out early.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Nah, I’m going to tap out of that. Does your mom still have it out for me?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“She’s still a little annoyed,” Nicole admitted. “You were supposed to wait a few more days, after all.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eBenton leveled a glare at her. In one of their lowest points, Nicole had been forced to kill a man to protect him. Murder, even in self-defense, wasn’t something that Nicole wanted to admit to her police officer mother. Unfortunately, Constable Dorothy Rider was very good at her job and had quickly put the pieces together. Both of them knew. Neither wanted to approach the subject, and the weight of it all was slowly eating away at their relationship.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eAt the time, Benton was on pretty good terms with Dorothy. They had a good thing going. He’d dream about killers and pass the information onto her so she could actually do something about it. Apparently, that was his role in this world. Not to save anyone, but warn them, announce to strangers that death was coming for them. Because of this, he felt he had the right to tell Dorothy to talk to her daughter. And that if she didn’t, he would. Watching his only friend spiral down to a pit of self-hatred was more than he could stand.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eBut then the Baykoks started hunting people down, and everything had been put off. In the end, Benton had told Nicole early, and Dorothy was still a little sour about that. \u003cem\u003eOr was it because we disobeyed her to run off into a killer-infested haunted forest?\u003c\/em\u003e He gave it a little more thought. \u003cem\u003eYeah, that’s probably it.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eWhatever the case, he had enough on his hands without getting involved with the Rider girl drama.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eHis own relationship with his parents had started rapidly going downhill a few months before his tenth birthday. That was when the dreams had started. Trying to help had only led to accusations, suspicions, threats, violence, and more than one therapist insisting that he needed to be institutionalized or medicated. Or the police insisting that he must have some kind of connection to the real killers. For years he told everyone who would listen that something else was happening. His parents fled to every major city in Canada before coming to Fort Wayward as a last resort.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eAnd that was where he had met Nicole. \u003cem\u003eFunny how no one heard me until I gave up.\u003c\/em\u003e He snuck a glance at his friend.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eIt only took her a second to feel it. “What’s up?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Nothing. Just thinking.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“You’re doing that a lot tonight.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“There’s nothing else going on to entertain me,” he teased.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eAs predicted, she instantly took offense. She thumped him in in the stomach. Hard.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Hey, I was shot recently,” he protested.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“I know you’re already healed.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“That’s not the point.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eShe thumped him again.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Use your words, Nic,” he chuckled.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eSuddenly, the air shifted around them. It was barely noticeable. Something that played on the edges of his awareness. Solid but not. A fog that rolled into his bones and robbed him of his breath.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Oh, no. You’re doing that thing with your face,” Nicole said as she waved a hand in his general direction. “What’s wrong?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eI don’t know.\u003c\/em\u003e \u003cem\u003eJust picturing how well that would go over\u003c\/em\u003e, he thought, but instead, he said, “Firstly, I don’t do a \u003cem\u003ething\u003c\/em\u003e with my face.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Yes, you do,” Nicole cut in.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eHe ignored her. “Secondly, I’m thinking the same thing I have been for the last week. This is a bad idea.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Do you know how much effort went into getting your parents to agree to this?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Your mom convinced them,” Benton corrected.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“I didn’t say that it was my effort,” Nicole dismissed. “Come on, Benton. We haven’t had a chance to hang out together in ages.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Because we were both grounded for running off repeatedly.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“We were fighting an evil that had escaped the grave!”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Yeah,” he said slowly. “My parents still won’t admit that exists.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Well, we were still in the right. Heroes, one could even say.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Really?” he smiled.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“I’d, of course, never ask anyone to call us that.” She added with a smile, “But we are.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Right.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“And I think that we deserve a break. This can be our holiday.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“And you’re not in any way annoyed that my parents don’t like you?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eHer cheeks puffed out as her face flushed red. “I’m winning them over.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Nope. You’re back to square one. They don’t like you at all. They say you’re a horrible influence on me.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eFrustration and righteous indignation rolled off her in waves. Something he shouldn’t have found amusing but always ended up chuckling over.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Just, give them time. They’ll come around.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eStill smiling, he slipped deeper under the blankets, burrowing down for protection against the cold night air. “Whatever you say, Nic. Turn off the campfire, will you?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eShe rolled her eyes and fumbled with the small device.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Goodnight to you too, Benton,” she teased.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Night,” he mumbled. “And remember to put your ear protection on.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“I’ll do it once you fall asleep,” she assured him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThere was a soft click, and the light died.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eIt didn’t do much of anything since the moonlight was bright enough on its own. It poured through the gap in the ceiling while the artificial light pressed around the edges of the entrance flaps. Muffled sounds drifted in from the few people that were still awake. The steady background noise life was almost nostalgic.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eSilence had been the hardest thing to get used to when he had moved to Fort Wayward. From the moment he was born, he had never even set foot in the suburbs. City centers were the only thing his parents could stand. This small town, hidden away from the world in the Albertian grasslands, was as different as it could get. No nightlife, no business that stayed open past five p.m., and only two restaurants, both family style. That was all irritating in its own way.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eBut it had been damn near impossible to get to sleep without the constant lullaby of traffic, loud neighbors, and police sirens. The random owl screech or howling coyote were of little compensation.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eAlmost as if conjured by his thoughts, an owl swept across the gap above him, massive wings flapping silently. A small smile curled his lips at the sight of the colossal bird. They were becoming a familiar sight. Releasing a contented sigh, he tucked an arm under his head and relaxed. Sleeping on the ground was a new experience. He had never been camping before, not that the teepee counted in his mind. Laying in the dark, he listened to Nicole’s breathing steadily slow.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eNo matter how he thought about it, he couldn’t figure out how Dorothy had managed to convince his parents to let him come to this, let alone share a teepee with only Nicole. Their logic was sound, of course. Benton knew far too much about upcoming murders not to have something to do with it. That didn’t stop him from being hurt that his parents would more readily believe that he was the world’s most prolific serial killer rather than think he might have some ability beyond their understanding.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eShoving the thoughts aside he closed his eyes. The strange sensation bloomed once more within his chest. Stronger this time. Enough that it made his eyes snap open.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Benton?” Nicole asked sleepily.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"my-0.5\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003e“It’s nothing,” he whispered, rolling onto his side. “Go back to sleep.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cbutton class=\"accordion\"\u003eHow to Download\u003c\/button\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"panel\"\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eGet ready for chills and thrills! Once you've made your purchase, keep an eye on your inbox for an email from BookFunnel.\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eInside, you'll find not only your download link but also some nifty instructions on how to transfer the book to your favorite device.\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAnd that's it! 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All of his thoughts drowned within the pulsating tide. His body moved out of pace with the song. Each shift and sway maintained the purposeful dignity that Svetlana would have demanded. Dancing was his only real escape from the mounting tension, both within the household and himself. At this point, they just kept the living room furniture pushed against the walls.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;text-indent: 36pt;text-align: justify;margin-top:12pt;margin-bottom:12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13.5pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe two-week suspension had only caught Nicole by surprise. She had protested to the principle for hours that he couldn’t do it. Challenged anyone who said otherwise to explain how Benton could be responsible for getting attacked by rabid deer on school property. Or how they could punish her for killing a few of the dangerous animals. Benton had offered support when she had asked but otherwise kept his silence. It wasn’t about logic. 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The thought was quickly lost again as some particularly difficult footwork demanded his focus.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;text-indent: 36pt;text-align: justify;margin-top:12pt;margin-bottom:12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13.5pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003eNicole was just collateral damage. He would have never asked for her to be, but he couldn’t deny that, deep down, he was grateful. They were a packaged deal. Wherever one of them was, the other was sure to show up sooner or later. It was something he had come to rely on, and wasn’t about to give it up. Especially when he didn’t know how much time he had left.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;text-indent: 36pt;text-align: justify;margin-top:12pt;margin-bottom:12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13.5pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003eDanny and Meg had taken to bringing over homework and assignments after school. Zack showed up more for gossip. They all knew from the beginning that Nicole was going to have rapidly dwindling interest in either. She had a mystery. And the school board had given her all the time she needed to climb down that rabbit hole.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;text-indent: 36pt;text-align: justify;margin-top:12pt;margin-bottom:12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13.5pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003eThey were almost a week in at this point as the vast majority of the living room wall was now devoted to her ‘stalker wall’. Printouts of legends, historical photographs, urban legends, and a few crime scene photographs, that Dorothy herself had provided, were all pinned in neat disarray. They were connected by different colored threads of tinsel because Nicole still wanted it to be pretty.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;text-indent: 36pt;text-align: justify;margin-top:12pt;margin-bottom:12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13.5pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003eComing out of a spin, Benton arched his back, draping down until his fingertips grazed the floorboards. He had to admit; It didn’t look that bad. 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He closed his eyes, trying to quiet his mind, to narrow his reality to nothing beyond the music in his ears and the air in his lungs.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;text-indent: 36pt;text-align: justify;margin-top:12pt;margin-bottom:12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13.5pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003eEach day made it a little harder to pull off the feat. There was always something new to discover in the morning snow. Undefinable tracks circled the house, clustering at windows and pacing in front of the doors. The tree trunks had been slashed along with the car tires. A murder of crows had settled within the neighbor’s fir tree, held off from the pines around the Rider home by the sudden increase in territorial great horned owls. And night never came without the yard being filled with glowing eyes.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;text-indent: 36pt;text-align: justify;margin-top:12pt;margin-bottom:12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13.5pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003eIn a town this small, everyone knew everyone. It didn’t take long for Logan to be roped into helping animal control when the deer and coyote population had started to become a problem. It was now a near-constant battle to keep them outside of the town properly. An annoyance for many, a concern for few, and a curiosity that had the few tourists they got lingering a few days longer. For Benton, it was proof that he hadn’t misinterpreted Mic’s warning. He was going to die soon. 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Escape the noise, the crime, and the anxiety of his high-pressure job. So when he and his wife move into a beautiful old farmhouse in the scenic New Hampshire countryside, he can finally relax and find some peace.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut Brian quickly finds himself thrust into a terrifying world of the supernatural. Joining forces with others who have faced similar evil, Brian becomes a reluctant ghost hunter, fighting a deadly shadow war against the sinister forces infesting his town. And it will take every ounce of courage and will to purge his neighborhood of the paranormal entities lurking in the shadows.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBrian’s war against the supernatural has begun. He will do whatever it takes to protect his family and town. Even if it means losing his soul in the process…\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThis digital box set contains the complete Moving In series. 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height: 19.5938px;\" data-mce-style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eNARRATED BY \u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\" data-mce-style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003eThom Bowers\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\" data-mce-style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\" data-mce-style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePRODUCT DIMENSION\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\" data-mce-style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e6.69 x 1.85 x 9.61 inches\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\" data-mce-style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\" data-mce-style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eISBN\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\" data-mce-style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e960-9-20400-002-4\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\" data-mce-style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\" data-mce-style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eLANGUAGE\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\" data-mce-style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003eEnglish\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\" data-mce-style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\" data-mce-style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePUBLICATION DATE\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\" data-mce-style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003eOctober 10, 2017\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003c\/tbody\u003e\n\u003c\/table\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"product-block product-block--tab\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"collapsibles-wrapper collapsibles-wrapper--border-bottom\"\u003e\n\u003cbutton type=\"button\" class=\"label collapsible-trigger collapsible-trigger-btn collapsible-trigger-btn--borders collapsible--auto-height\" aria-controls=\"Product-content-tab_f3QTgL8782181630231\" aria-expanded=\"false\"\u003e Read a Sample \u003cspan class=\"collapsible-trigger__icon collapsible-trigger__icon--open\" role=\"presentation\"\u003e \u003csvg aria-hidden=\"true\" role=\"presentation\" class=\"icon icon--wide icon-chevron-down\" viewbox=\"0 0 28 16\" focusable=\"false\"\u003e\u003cpath d=\"m1.57 1.59 12.76 12.77L27.1 1.59\" stroke-width=\"2\" stroke=\"#000\" fill=\"none\"\u003e\u003c\/path\u003e\u003c\/svg\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e \u003c\/button\u003e\n\u003cdiv id=\"Product-content-tab_f3QTgL8782181630231\" class=\"collapsible-content collapsible-content--all\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"collapsible-content__inner rte\"\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 17pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 17pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eChapter 3: Brian and Jenny in the House\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“What the hell was that?” Jenny asked, looking up from her crochet.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eBrian looked up from his book, blinked, and reran the sound through his head. “Sounded like a rifle.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“That was close by,” she sighed. She looked back down at the scarf she was making.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Yeah,” Brian said. “Probably somebody poaching on our land. At least it’s not some dumbass doing a drive-by with some cheap SKS on South Willow in Manchester.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“True,” Jenny said. She looked over at him. “Are you going to check it out in the morning?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eBrian shook his head. “In about half an hour. If they did get something, I want to give them plenty of time to get it ready to move. After that, I’ll go out there, make a lot of noise, bring the big LED flashlight. More than likely, they’ll see me and hear me. Should cut down on any more poaching. If it doesn’t, well, I’ll fire off a few shots myself next time, let them know we’re not playing around.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Sounds good to me.” Jenny grinned, blowing him a kiss.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eBrian grinned and went back to his book, finishing off his second glass of wine and a few more chapters in the Dumas biography he was reading. Thirty minutes later, the mantle clock, which was one of the few items that had been unpacked, struck seven. Brian put his book down and stood up, stretching. He took his phone off of the side table, slid it into his back pocket, and walked to the hall closet.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe basement door was open again.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eFrowning, he closed it, calling out to Jenny, “Hey, the basement door was open again. We’ll have to get a new lock or something for it.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Okay,” she called back. “I’ll put it on the list.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eBrian went to the closet, dug his coat out, and took a flashlight from the bug-out bag on the closet floor. “Be back in a little while. See if I can find anything.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Be safe.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“I will,” he answered. Brian turned on the porch light, opened the door, and walked out into the cold night air. After he closed the front door, Brian stood on the porch for a few moments, getting adjusted to the cold.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eIt felt good.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHe could smell the wood smoke from the fireplace, and under it, Brian could smell snow in the air. The sky was clear, the stars sharp and bright. The moon was nothing more than a sliver, but that too shone brightly. From somewhere nearby, possibly the old barn at the edge of their property, Brian heard an owl calling out.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eI might get used to this, he thought. There was a definite lack of ambient noise but it felt good, in a strange way.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eNodding to himself, Brian put on his gloves, turned on the flashlight, and walked down the stairs and onto the front lawn. He closed his eyes and once more replayed the sound in his head, remembering where he had been sitting in the house.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eNot the front, he thought. Not the sides. Straight back, towards the woods.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eWith the flashlight illuminating his steps, Brian walked around the side of the house, the grass crackling beneath his sneakers. He kept a steady pace, moving farther away from the house. The tree line was perhaps a thousand yards from the back door, and he suspected he might find the remains of a deer there. It would be the best place to wait. The deer wouldn’t go out too far from the tree line, not since it was still hunting season.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe open fields would be too dangerous for them.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eAs Brian neared the treeline, he swept the flashlight from left to right and back again, looking for any indication someone had been around. Then, at the edge of the flashlight’s range, he caught a glimpse of a salt lick and something on the ground. Brian frowned.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eA deer had been baited and shot.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eAs he got closer to the salt lick, though, he realized there were two shapes on the ground, and while one was definitely a deer, the other shape was dressed in woodland camouflage.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Oh shit,” Brian said out loud. He broke into a trot, careful of his footing on the grass, knowing the treads on his sneakers were a little too smooth for good traction.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eIn a minute, he reached the body. The dead man was lying on his side in a mess of congealing blood offal. A rifle hung loosely off the hunter’s shoulder, and a skinning knife was a few feet away from the open right hand. Carefully, Brian took hold of the hunter and turned the body towards him.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe look of fear and horror frozen on the man’s face caused Brian’s heart to skip a beat.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 17pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 17pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eChapter 6: William Engberg’s Place\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe ride to Wells was smooth and uneventful. The town, located between Ogunquit and Kennebunk, was right over the southernmost border with New Hampshire. Brian hadn’t been there for over a year, the last time he and Jenny had decided they needed to wander around the cold Maine coastline.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eIt was pretty, though, and it was the off-season. No summer folk, but old school Mainers who barely tolerated the rest of New England and who had no use for anyone beyond the ancient borders.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eBrian liked the attitude. It fit right in with his own most of the time.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHe turned right onto Coast Road, following the winding asphalt which, in turn, followed the beach which was on his left. Old, dull street lamps cast their rough light onto the pavement. Most of the homes on either side were closed up, their owners gone south for warmer climates. The Kia rocked slightly with a harsh wind driving in off of the Atlantic.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThere was nothing in the forecast about a storm, but the weathermen were more wrong than they were right as far as Brian was concerned, and he would hate to be caught near the ocean in a storm.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eDrowning was definitely not on his list of things to try.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eSoon he found himself at what he assumed was the end of the road, and he came to a stop. The houses ended on either side and only dunes and grass continued on either side. The last house on the left had the number fifteen, though.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eBrian sat in the car, the heat turned up. He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel and looked at the dunes, the grass, and the small parking lot up and to the right. Then he saw the road curved slightly to the left, around one of the dunes. A glance at the telephone poles showed wiring continued on to another pole a little further down, and then onto yet another.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eDamn, Brian thought. The road keeps going.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eTaking his foot off of the brake, Brian drove forward through the parking lot and following the road.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe asphalt followed the dunes, and Brian followed the asphalt.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eAbout half a mile later he came to the house. White with green trim, a blue pickup in the driveway. Smoke curled up from the chimney into the night sky, and light slipped out around the edges of drawn shades in the windows.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eA battered green mailbox, leaning haphazardly to the left had a large white ‘11’ painted on its side.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eLooks like I’m here, Brian thought. He pulled into the driveway behind the truck, his wheels loud on crushed stone. Brian shut the car down, sent Jenny and Sylvia each a quick text, and got out. In the cold winter air, he stretched. His muscles ached from the drive. He reached back into the car, pulled on his gloves and hit the button to open the trunk.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eClosing the door behind him, Brian went and got his gear out, making sure everything on the car was locked and secured before walking up to the house.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHe knocked on the door loudly.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Who is it?” a voice asked.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“This is Brian,” Brian answered. “From the Leonidas Group.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe door opened, and a tall young man answered the door. The man’s black hair was clipped short, and he wore a thick sweater and khaki pants. He had on a pair of work boots with the laces untied, and he smiled tiredly at Brian.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Come on in, Brian,” the man said. He stepped aside and closed the door once Brian was in the small house.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“I’m William Engberg,” he said, extending his hand.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eBrian shook it. “A pleasure.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Thank you so much for coming up here,” William said. “Can I get you a cup of coffee or anything?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Coffee would be great,” Brian said.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Good.” William walked around a small sofa and to a kitchenette. “Take a seat in one of the chairs, if you like.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eBrian glanced around, saw two club chairs on either side of a bookshelf and took the one on the right. He put his bag on the floor beside him. Across the room, a low fire burned in the hearth. In a moment, William had water boiling in the kettle and came and sat in the other chair.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eBrian took a notepad and pen out of his bag as well as a digital recorder. “Do you mind if I record our conversation?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eWilliam shook his head.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Excellent,” Brian said. He pressed the red button on the recorder, set it down on a coffee table and smiled at William. “Okay, William. Tell me what’s going on.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eWilliam gave him a nervous smile. “This is kind of ridiculous for me, okay?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 17pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 17pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eChapter 9: Introductions are Made\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eKen hadn’t needed an alarm clock for over thirty years. He woke up every day at four o’clock in the afternoon.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHe never had to worry about being asleep when night fell.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eBy four thirty he was finished with breakfast, a shower, and had his uniform on for the night. If he needed to run errands, he did so. If not, he made his way to the Sanitarium’s library. No one had ever bothered to remove the books. A tragedy, as far as Ken was concerned, but a boon at the same time.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThere were over twenty thousand volumes. A large portion was extremely outdated medical and psychological texts, but there was still a healthy selection of literature. Newer stuff, like Brooks’ zombie book, he picked up at the Middlebury tipping station. A small shed served as a place for people to put things they thought could be used again.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eKen was thinking about the tipping station when the phone rang.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eFrowning, he walked over to it, took the handset off of the receiver and answered the call. “Hello?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Ken, it’s Carl,” Carl said.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Carl, what can I do for you?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“I’ve got a guest at the Factory tonight.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“What?” Ken asked, a chill sweeping through him. “Why?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Well, you know how the Gaiman Foundation is looking to buy the place?” Carl asked.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Yeah?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Evidently they want someone to check the place for ghosts.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Hell,” Ken said, “place is haunted as hell.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“They don’t want our opinion,” Carl said with a sigh.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“So this guy’s hired by the State?” Ken asked, frowning.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“By the State’s real estate agent,” Carl said. “From what I’ve heard the State’s already irate.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“How come?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“They wanted this guy to sign off and say the place was fine. Evidently he said he wouldn’t.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eKen chuckled, smiling. “Okay. Maybe there’s hope. Where is he?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“I had Derek put him in the head nurse’s old place.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Why the hell did you put him there?” Ken snapped. “Jesus, Carl.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“What?” Carl asked, confused. “Where was I supposed to put him?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Hell, he could have crashed here with me. He shouldn’t be on the grounds alone. You know better, Carl.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Dan’s there,” Carl said defensively.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“And Dan’s a good guy,” Ken said. “He can’t handle protecting someone, though, Carl. Damn it.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Are you heading there, then?” Carl asked.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Of course,” Ken said angrily. “I’ll be there in a few.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eKen hung up the phone and shook his head. He needed to get to the head nurse’s house.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHe took his small ring of master keys down off of the rack, slipped the leather strap connected to them around his belt and snapped it shut. He pulled on his coat and his pipe, tobacco, and matches went into his right pocket. He picked up his two-way radio, turned it on and tucked it into his breast pocket. A moment later he had on his watchman’s cap and gloves, and he closed the door to his house.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eA sharp wind cut down from the northeast and burned his nostrils, the scent of impending snow heavy in the air.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eBad storm coming, Ken thought, glancing up at the dark clouds rolling down from Canada. He had enough food stocked, of course, he was a born and bred New Englander. You didn’t play with Winter. More often than not the Old Man would sweep down from the north and bury you. No matter what the weathermen said.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eKen zipped his collar to the top so it covered his chin and he quickly velcroed the protective flap over the zipper. He followed the brick path from his front door to the sanitarium’s main road and he took it towards the head nurse’s house.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe two-way radio squawked.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eKen grumbled and fished it out. He keyed it and said, “Go ahead, Dan.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“You on the main road?” Dan asked.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Yup.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Going to the library?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Not yet,” Ken answered. “Just talked to Carl about the guest.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Oh. Yeah. You know they put him in the head nurse’s place?” Dan asked.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eKen rolled his eyes but kept the frustration he felt out of his voice. “Yup. Keep your ears open, Dan. I’ll be by around eleven, just as always.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Okay, Ken. Base out.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eKen put the radio away and as he followed a curve in the road, his destination appeared. In the stillness, the sound of the generator ripped through the air. Light spilled out from the windows of the dining room and reached for the cemetery.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eOf all the damned places, Ken thought. He fought to keep his anger down. Carl did some stupid things, but he hadn’t risked anyone’s life before.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\" dir=\"ltr\" data-mce-style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 22pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\" data-mce-style=\"background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\" data-mce-style=\"font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eBut does he even know he’s risking this man’s life? Ken asked himself. Does Carl even understand? 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But when he finally arrives home, he finds only tragedy and heartbreak. His wife has been brutally murdered. And the only clue is a blood-soaked stuffed toy, with a sinister gleam in its eye…\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOvercome with rage and guilt, Victor teams up with a paranormal expert to track down the origins of the strange toy. And together they discover a tangled web of haunted collectibles and bloodshed, all pointing towards one man—Stefan Korzh…\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA tragic childhood and a mansion filled with haunted antiques have driven Stefan mad. Each cursed item in his ancestral home carries a legacy of terror and death. Now, he seeks to unleash his family’s haunted collection upon the world, spreading chaos and fear.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTime is running out, and Victor is the only one who can stop this madman’s diabolical game. 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Sue was thrilled when the sash went up without a sound, and at the ease with which she was able to remove the screen. She set the aluminum frame onto the bed and went silently back to the window. Her body was still recovering from her last high, but the food she had gotten in her before that, as well as the meals she had eaten with Rolf, had given her a surprising amount of energy.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eSue slipped out the window, lowered herself down onto the roof and paused there, hands keeping her steady on the asphalt shingles. She listened for noise from within the house that would have told her the two men had heard her, and she scanned the street for any sign of lingering police.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eSue didn’t see any law enforcement, and the house was silent.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eShe slipped forward along the roof, saw that the windows below her were dark, and eased herself over the edge. For a moment she hung there by her fingers, then let go, dropping the last few feet to the ground, the tall grass deadening the sound of her landing.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eShe stayed in the shadow of Victor’s home, his neighbor’s house dark as she hurried along towards his back yard. When she reached the corner of the house, she hesitated, took a deep breath, and then sprinted towards the hedges that marked the end of Victor’s property. Her body was tense as she ran, ready for the audible click of a motion sensor light coming on.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eYet neither Victor nor his neighbor seemed to have one, and she made it to the hedge without being noticed.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eShe covered her mouth as she took in great gulps of air. After several minutes, she pushed her way through the thick bushes and into an open field. She found herself looking at a baseball diamond, the backstop illuminated by the moon. A pair of dugouts, painted deep green, flanked the baselines, and beyond that was a parking lot.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThere were no cars or people to be seen, and Sue let out a sigh of relief. She kept to the bushes, following the curve of the outfield toward the chain-link fence that marked the boundaries of the field. Briefly, she contemplated climbing the fence, but she saw an open gate behind the first base dugout, and she hurried to it.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eSue had reached first base when she heard a noise in the closest dugout. She froze, hoping it was an animal.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Hello, Sue,” a man said, his voice a high, nasal pitch.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHe came up out of the dugout, a short, squat man who looked as though he had been chiseled out of brick, with far too much left over on his stomach. In his left hand, he held an aluminum baseball bat. He wore a pair of dark blue slacks, and a lighter blue shirt with a nametag and company patch on it that she couldn’t quite make out in the moonlight.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“How have you been?” he asked, stepping between her and the exit.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Who the hell are you?” she snapped.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHe grinned. “It’s Rolf, Sue. Rolf. Although I am sure, I sound different. This man’s voice is nothing like my own. But, as you know, the old saying is true. Beggars can’t be choosers. He’s not nearly as lithe or nimble as you. But he does get the job done. A strong brute. And he likes his wine. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eIn vino veritas\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e, correct?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eSue shook her head, confused and afraid.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“I want to go,” she told the dead man. “I just want to leave. I’m trying to get away.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“What did you tell them about me, Sue?” Rolf asked, stepping closer.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eSue moved back, heart pounding with a growing fear.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“What did you say about our time together?” he whispered. “Hm?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eShe stuttered as she answered, “Nothing. I swear. I didn’t tell them anything about you.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHis nostrils flared, and he chuckled.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“I smell a lie,” Rolf said in a gentle voice. “A pungent and foul falsehood. Wouldn’t you agree, young Sue?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eShe shook her head violently, her eyes flickering from left to right as she sought a means of escape.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Look at me, girl,” he said, his voice soft and sweet, “turn your eyes back to Rolf now.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHyperventilating, Sue did so, and she saw a gentle smile on Rolf’s face as he swung the bat in long, lazy arcs from right to left and back again.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Would I hurt you?” he asked, his voice soothing. “Would I do anything to you, my dear, little friend?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e","brand":"Scare Street","offers":[{"title":"PAPERBACK","offer_id":49387316019479,"sku":"COLLECTING DEATH","price":15.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true},{"title":"EBOOK","offer_id":47290086916375,"sku":"hc1e","price":3.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true},{"title":"AUDIOBOOK","offer_id":49363337609495,"sku":"hc1","price":12.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0798\/7209\/8583\/files\/FF_HauntedCollection-1.jpg?v=1703097759"},{"product_id":"hauntedcollection2","title":"Walter's Rifle: Haunted Collection Series Book 2","description":"\u003ch2\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: rgb(0, 0, 0);\" data-mce-style=\"color: #ff0000;\"\u003eThe gleaming muzzle of a rifle burns with an insatiable desire, and its new owner is all too happy to comply…\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/h2\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eHaunted items are traversing the country and its ghosts are wreaking havoc on their new owners. At the center of the chaos is an old rifle possessed by a blood-thirsty specter, who dreams of massacres at every turn. Meanwhile, lurking in a nearby mailbox is an antique novel, possessed by a monster who takes pleasure in agonizing, heart-stopping torture.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eStefan Korzh’s plan is unraveling flawlessly and he can’t imagine a better way of seeking revenge on the world. But Victor Daniels and Jeremy Rhinehart won’t let that happen. Recovering from their grisly encounters with the dead, they’re more prepared than ever before. They work on finding the sources of bloodshed and imprisoning the crazed collectibles.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWith murderous ghosts continuing to raise the death toll, Victor and Jeremy have their hands full. They race against time to stop the mayhem and save innocent bystanders. Fueled by their quest for revenge, each step brings them toward the culprit behind all the horror. 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He had cleaned them all, oiling the wood of the stock and the leather of the strap. The shell casing had been reloaded, a fresh .30-06 round placed within it, waiting for the simple, chemical reaction that would send it hurtling down the barrel towards another target.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Why do you love it so?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eWalter shifted his attention from the disassembled rifle to Brown.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eThe dead man stood by the back door, half hidden by the shadows. What Walter did see of Corporal Jonathan Brown was more than enough. The former Marine Corps sniper had suffered a brutal death on the island of Peleliu, and his ghostly form reflected that.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Why did you?” Walter asked in return.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eBrown chuckled. “Fair enough. When do we go out again?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Tomorrow morning,” Walter replied.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eBrown stepped forward, the kitchen light passing through the gaping hole in his chest. The tattered remains of his left arm hung from the upper portion of his sleeve. A large portion of the corresponding hip was gone as well, the dead man walking with a curious hitch.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Are you sure you don’t want to turn it on yourself?” Brown whispered. “Don’t you want to know what it would feel like, that round punching straight through?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eWalter felt an uncomfortable tug. Part of him did want to know. He could only imagine how it might be, the sensation of barrel pressed into the soft, under portion of his chin. The build-up of pressure in his finger as he prepared to pull the trigger.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eWalter laughed and nodded to Brown, who chuckled in return. The dead man came forward and sat down at the table. A curious act considering Brown was a ghost.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“If you didn’t want to kill so much,” the dead man said, “I’d be able to convince you to blow your brains out.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“I figured as much,” Walter said. “You know, I didn’t think the rifle was really haunted.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eBrown snorted. “You’re the only one. Everyone else did.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“How many?” Walter asked, sitting back and picking up the trigger assembly. He turned it over in his hands as Brown answered.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Let’s see,” Brown said, rubbing at his chin with his sole hand. “I had a sailor pick me up off a coast guard boatswain when they took the rifle off the island in 1945. Convinced him halfway back to Pearl Harbor. Rifle passed on to a fellow on the ship, but he sent it home. Think he died off Okinawa. Anyway, didn’t see anybody again until 1955. Least that’s what the woman told me before I got her to put the barrel in her mouth and pull the trigger with her toe. That was funny.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eWalter nodded, snickering at the image.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eBrown smiled, revealing crooked teeth behind his thin lips. His face was gaunt, the cheeks and chin covered with coarse black hair. The same quality and color covered his head, and it was only slightly longer than that on his face.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“After that,” Brown continued, “there were a couple of kids. Another woman in New Jersey. Disappeared into a police locker for a while, but I talked another fellow into stealing the rifle. He pulled the trigger on himself and then somebody else stole it. I don’t know. Maybe three more after him? Then I ended up in a place with a lot of other ghosts. Couldn’t convince the woman there to do it. Sure as hell couldn’t talk her son into it either. That boy had some problems.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Did he?” Walter asked, getting to his feet.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Yup,” Brown said. “Hell, I didn’t start killing folks until I was in the Marines. 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Everything hangs in the balance, and it’s up to Victor to discard his tragic demons and stop Stefan before the streets are lined with more bodies.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003eBut as Victor and Jeremy continue their quest against evil, they discover a terrifying force lurking in their midst. Nothing is ever as it seems…\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ctable style=\"width: 100%; height: 137.157px;\" width=\"100%\"\u003e\n\u003ctbody\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePRINT LENGTH\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e201 Pages\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eAUDIO LENGTH\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e7 hours and 21 minutes\u003cspan\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\n\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eNARRATED BY\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003eThom Bowers\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePRODUCT DIMENSION\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e6 x 0.46 x 9 inches\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eISBN\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e979-8-89476-019-3\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eLANGUAGE\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003eEnglish\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePUBLICATION DATE\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003eDecember 22, 2017\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003c\/tbody\u003e\n\u003c\/table\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"product-block product-block--tab\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"collapsibles-wrapper collapsibles-wrapper--border-bottom\"\u003e\n    \u003cbutton type=\"button\" class=\"label collapsible-trigger collapsible-trigger-btn collapsible-trigger-btn--borders collapsible--auto-height\" aria-controls=\"Product-content-tab_f3QTgL8782181630231\" aria-expanded=\"false\"\u003e\n      Read a Sample\n\u003cspan class=\"collapsible-trigger__icon collapsible-trigger__icon--open\" role=\"presentation\"\u003e\n  \u003csvg aria-hidden=\"true\" focusable=\"false\" role=\"presentation\" class=\"icon icon--wide icon-chevron-down\" viewbox=\"0 0 28 16\"\u003e\u003cpath d=\"m1.57 1.59 12.76 12.77L27.1 1.59\" stroke-width=\"2\" stroke=\"#000\" fill=\"none\"\u003e\u003c\/path\u003e\u003c\/svg\u003e\n\u003c\/span\u003e\n\u003c\/button\u003e\n    \u003cdiv id=\"Product-content-tab_f3QTgL8782181630231\" class=\"collapsible-content collapsible-content--all\"\u003e\n      \u003cdiv class=\"collapsible-content__inner rte\"\u003e\n\n        \n                 \u003ch3 style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\n\u003cstrong\u003eCHAPTER 38: A CHANGE OF PACE\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\n\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“I swear to God,” Victor said, glancing over at Jeremy in the passenger’s seat, “I am going to change the damned ringtone of your phone.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eJeremy smiled apologetically and answered his ringing cell phone.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Yes,” Jeremy said, “this is he.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eA frown creased the older man’s brow as he said, “No, no I wasn’t expecting any guests. Yes, of course, I’ll let you know if anything is missing. No, all of the dresser drawers were closed.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eJeremy closed his eyes and sighed. “Is it the top drawer? Well, I had around a thousand dollars hidden in a sock, which, evidently, was not well hidden at all. Alright, thank you very much, officer. I do appreciate it.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eA look of concern flashed over Jeremy’s face. “I’m terribly sorry to hear that. Yes, well, I certainly will, sir.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eWhen Jeremy ended the call, Victor asked, “The house was robbed?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Apparently,” Jeremy replied, opening his eyes. “But the only thing stolen seems to be some money. The detective sounded disappointed when I stated that no one was supposed to be there.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Do you think someone stole one of the pieces?” Victor asked.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eJeremy shook his head. “He didn’t mention that any of the cabinet doors had been forced, and they’re all locked. Something else is going on. An officer was found dead outside of our home. Foul play has been ruled out, although the detective feels as though someone scared the officer to death.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eVictor looked sharply at Jeremy. “Do you have any idea as to how the officer might have died?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Unfortunately, I do not,” Jeremy said.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“We’ll have to look into it later,” Victor said, “we’re here.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eVictor signaled and turned left onto Chestnut Street in Uniontown, Pennsylvania. They followed the road to the end, parked in front of 174 Chestnut, and looked at 176 as the sounds of traffic on US-119 filtered through the closed windows.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“What do you think?” Victor asked after several minutes of silence.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“I think,” Jeremy answered, “that I am still rather gun shy about any property owned by Mr. Stefan Korzh. Our wounds have not healed sufficiently for us to go blithely into danger.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eVictor nodded his agreement, reflecting upon his own foolishness when he entered the destroyed property, and was confronted by Ivan Korzh.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Well,” Victor said, after a moment, “whether we’re ready or not, we need to at least rule it out.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“I suppose,” Jeremy said, and the two men exited the vehicle.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eVictor waited until the older man limped around to the front of the car, his cane thumping on the asphalt. Together they advanced on the house, Victor’s eyes darting from window to window, down to the door, and back again. It was a small cape that looked out of place amongst the well-kept houses on the same street. Like the other buildings Korzh owned, the one before them had seen far better days. The paint had peeled in long, ragged strips from the wood siding, and more than a few of the faded, decorative blue shutters had fallen from the windows to lay in the tall, unkempt grass.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eA chipped set of brick stairs led up to the front door, the screen in the storm door torn and ragged. The main door was a dull gray, streaked with rust near the hinges. To the right of the house a driveway, narrow and grass choked, led into the back of the property. The house was the victim of benign neglect, and Victor doubted they would find any trace of Stefan within.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eJeremy seemed to feel differently. As they came to a stop at the driveway, the older man’s eyes narrowed. “Let us go around back, shall we?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eVictor shrugged and nodded his assent. Jeremy took the lead, and Victor remained half a step behind. They approached a side door, an old white and black aluminum awning hanging haphazardly over it. These steps, like those at the front of the house, were of brick and seemed eager to crumble underfoot. Ignoring the danger, Jeremy limped his way up to the door and tried the handle, Victor watching as it turned easily.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eJeremy hesitated and glanced at Victor.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eNodding, Victor said, “I’ll go first.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eA small smile of relief flickered over the other man’s face, and Victor stepped aside so Jeremy could return to the driveway. When the way was clear, Victor ascended to the top, opened the door, and entered the kitchen. The room stank of mold and rodent urine, a foul mixture that caused his eyes to water. He noticed a thick line of salt spread across the threshold, and iron nails hammered into the floor, the heads bent over one another to form a solid barrier against the dead.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eVictor stepped over the iron and salt barrier to make room for Jeremy.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eWhile the older man made his way into the kitchen, Victor looked around. A large thimble, roughly the size of a tumbler, caught his eye and he stepped closer to peer at it. The old metal was dull, the crossed thatches engraved into it blurred from age. 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Despite going into hiding, his desire to punish the universe for his own misfortune remains unchecked.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVictor Daniels, now more than ever, is focused on grabbing Korzh by the neck and making him feel the full extent of his pain and suffering. But plans change when a suave ghost from the 1940s leaves a trail of dead bodies in his wake. Hank, a sly and charming specter, uses a mahogany-colored radio to reach his victims...lonely, elderly women in nursing homes who find him hard to resist.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMeanwhile, Tom Crane is slowly adjusting to the life of a homeschooled student, spending his days immersed in books from the local library. But brewing underneath his scholarly demeanor is his insatiable thirst for revenge. With Victor occupied, Tom embarks on a dangerous mission to confront the man behind his misery.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe lives of Stefan, Victor, and Tom become more and more intertwined as they continue to play the blood-riddled sport. When old friends – and enemies – reveal themselves, they discover that anything is possible in a game filled with ghosts and vengeance.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEven the hunter can become the hunted…\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ctable style=\"width: 100%; height: 137.157px;\" width=\"100%\"\u003e\n\u003ctbody\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePRINT LENGTH\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e219 Pages\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eAUDIO LENGTH\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e7 hours and 50 minutes\u003cspan\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\n\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eNARRATED BY\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003eThom Bowers\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePRODUCT DIMENSION\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e6 x 0.49 x 9 inches\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eISBN\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e979-8-89476-020-9\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eLANGUAGE\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003eEnglish\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePUBLICATION DATE\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003eFebruary 15, 2018\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003c\/tbody\u003e\n\u003c\/table\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"product-block product-block--tab\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"collapsibles-wrapper collapsibles-wrapper--border-bottom\"\u003e\n\u003cbutton type=\"button\" class=\"label collapsible-trigger collapsible-trigger-btn collapsible-trigger-btn--borders collapsible--auto-height\" aria-controls=\"Product-content-tab_f3QTgL8782181630231\" aria-expanded=\"false\"\u003e Read a Sample \u003cspan class=\"collapsible-trigger__icon collapsible-trigger__icon--open\" role=\"presentation\"\u003e \u003csvg aria-hidden=\"true\" role=\"presentation\" class=\"icon icon--wide icon-chevron-down\" viewbox=\"0 0 28 16\" focusable=\"false\"\u003e\u003cpath d=\"m1.57 1.59 12.76 12.77L27.1 1.59\" stroke-width=\"2\" stroke=\"#000\" fill=\"none\"\u003e\u003c\/path\u003e\u003c\/svg\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e \u003c\/button\u003e\n\u003cdiv id=\"Product-content-tab_f3QTgL8782181630231\" class=\"collapsible-content collapsible-content--all\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"collapsible-content__inner rte\"\u003e\n\u003ch3 style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eChapter 36: A Quick Stop\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eBontoc had pulled into the gas station on a whim, and was surprised to see Stefan Korzh’s truck there. He wasn’t sure as to whether or not the man would actually be in the curiously dark station, but it was worth a quick look.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eWhen he opened the door, Bontoc found himself facing a filthy, foul man holding Anne Le Morte.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eFor one of the few times in his life, Bontoc was surprised by the situation that he had discovered.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eThat moment was short lived, ended as a thin young man hurtled out of shadow and slammed a shoulder into the man with the doll. The act, Bontoc realized instantly, was done to save him. And while the man who held Anne Le Morte would not have been a threat to Bontoc, he did appreciate the boy’s gesture.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eYet even as it occurred, the entire building shook as Anne let out an enraged shriek.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eA girl behind the counter let out a short, terrified scream that ended abruptly. A swirling mass of dust and debris clouded his vision, and turned to wet, heavy plaster that clung to everything as Bontoc fell to his knees. The boy was sent sprawling into a display of chips, and the man with the doll somehow managed to get to his feet. The earth continued to shake, and parts of the ceiling fell. Alarms began to sound off by the pumps, and the pungent odor of gasoline reached his nose.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eThe safety valves on the pumps would let go, and the entire station would erupt into a fireball as the tanks beneath the concrete pads exploded.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eBontoc got to his feet and went forward, following Anne’s caretaker out through the emergency exit, where he grabbed the stranger by the arm.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eHe peered into the man’s mad eyes and hissed, “Listen to me, get her far from here. And do it now. Her work is not done, so neither is yours. Do you understand me?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eThe man’s eyes widened, and he went to pull free, but Anne Le Morte murmured something in her patois that Bontoc didn’t catch. Her caretaker jerked his arm free of Bontoc’s grip and nodded his assent.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Good. Get out,” Bontoc said, and he turned and went back into the store. He moved quickly through the debris, stepping through the scattered snacks and knocked over racks. His eyes darted about, searching for the boy who had helped him, and Bontoc saw the teenager at the counter.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eThe boy, who was so thin and so determined, was in the act of dragging the limp body of the cashier over the counter.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eOne handed.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eBontoc smiled, admiring the boy’s tenacity. He would have left the girl, but the boy—the boy was better than most.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Go,” Bontoc said, taking her from the teenager, “I will carry her.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eThe boy nodded, cradling his left hand against his chest as he picked his way out of the gas station.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Do you smell the gas?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“I do,” Bontoc answered. “Go across the street, to the abandoned McDonald’s. I can see Jersey barriers there that we can hide behind.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eThe boy didn’t argue but only did as he was told.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eBontoc liked the child all the more for it.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eThey crossed the street and situated themselves behind the barrier. Bontoc gave the girl a cursory inspection and found that she had several abrasions on her head. She was concussed and would need medical attention.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eAs would the boy.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eBontoc put the girl down and turned his attention to the boy.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“How badly are you injured?” Bontoc asked.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eBefore the boy could answer, the gas station exploded.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eThe blast was terrific, knocking them both down, despite the protection of the barriers. Boards were torn from the McDonald’s, and the golden arches were sent spiraling into the forest behind the building. Remnants of the gas station went tearing through the air, smashing into trees and the McDonald’s. 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Their eyes were sunken, their faces drawn. They looked as if they hadn’t slept well in days and Clair didn’t care.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eClair took pills each night to sleep. And it had gotten bad enough that she washed them down with a glass of wine. Only she and the twins knew what was going on, what it was that Shane and Frank were doing to the organization.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eIt has to be them\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e, she thought, stifling a curse.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“How many?” Clair asked, hating the stiffness in her voice.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Three on Monday night. Two more on Tuesday,” Jenna answered.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“They took a breather on Wednesday and Thursday,” Gabby continued, “and then hit us again yesterday.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eClair glared at Gabby until the woman added, “Another three.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Damn it!” Clair snarled, slapping the top of her desk.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“At least they’re small,” Jenna said.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“The size doesn’t matter here,” Clair spat. “Every single one of them is necessary now. Rousseau didn’t return. We have the One. We’re not losing one ghost in each house. Oh no, we’re losing all of the dead it siphons energy from. It is a horrific ripple in our little pond.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Do you want us to go to Shane’s house?” Jenna asked.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Are you serious?” Clair asked after a stunned moment of silence.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Sure,” Gabby said, nodding and glancing at her twin. “It’s just him and his buddy, right?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eClair took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and said, “Were either of you ever informed as to why these two gentlemen are an issue for us?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“No,” Jenna said. “We only know that they were causing some trouble.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eThe phone on the desk rang before Clair could enlighten the sisters. A look at the base showed a button labeled “Emilio and Sadie” flashed. Something about the pair tugged at her memory but it wouldn’t reveal itself. Frowning, Clair reached out and answered the call.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Hello?” she asked, her voice sharp.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Why hello,” a man said. His tone was harsh and unforgiving. “Who’s this?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Evidently the wrong number,” Clair retorted and slammed the phone back into its cradle.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eBefore her hand had left the receiver, the phone rang again.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eThe same line flashed.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eFeeling anger flare within her, Clair snatched up the phone.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“You have the wrong number,” she began, but the man on the other end cut her off before she could finish.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Where’s Harlan?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“He’s not here,” she replied, warily. “Who’s this?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“This is Shane Ryan.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eClair straightened up. “Shane.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Yes,” he said. “Who are you?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“I’m Clair.” The twins leaned in, all hints of exhaustion gone as they listened intently to the part of the conversation they could hear.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“You’re in charge now,” Shane said. It was a statement, not a question.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“I am,” Clair replied.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“What happened to Harlan?” Shane asked.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“I had him strangled,” she responded.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eA snort of laughter came through the line. “Good. Well, I have to ask, how do you like my work so far?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eHatred boiled within her. Gritting her teeth together, she replied, “I’m not. 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But as his past catches up with him, he discovers that there’s a price to pay for his murderous desires. Death waits at his doorstep and it causes him to act in ways no one could have ever anticipated.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003eKorzh’s efforts are still going strong as haunted antiques continue to grip the world in their claws of terror. The latest is an eerily cold, silver class ring that drives its wearer into a frenzy for human flesh. A brutal urge to plunge a knife deep into innocent bystanders is overtaking the residents of Concord, New Hampshire, and no one is safe.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003eAn unlikely alliance is formed between Ariana Leckie and Victor Daniels on their hunt for Stefan and the collectibles. They’re determined to bring an end to the misery he has caused, no matter the cost. 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Trapped and alone, Tom must find a way to escape before he’s too far gone.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003eAs their lives collide, they’ll soon discover that vengeance exacts a heavy toll on both the living and the dead…\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ctable style=\"width: 100%; height: 137.157px;\" width=\"100%\" data-mce-style=\"width: 100%; height: 137.157px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctbody\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\" data-mce-style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\" data-mce-style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePRINT LENGTH\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\" data-mce-style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e203 Pages\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\" data-mce-style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\" data-mce-style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eAUDIO LENGTH\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\" data-mce-style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003e7 hours and 40 minutes\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\" data-mce-style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\" data-mce-style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eNARRATED BY\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\" data-mce-style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003eThom Bowers\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\" data-mce-style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\" data-mce-style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePRODUCT DIMENSION\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\" data-mce-style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e6 x 0.46 x 9 inches\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\" data-mce-style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\" data-mce-style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eISBN\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\" data-mce-style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e979-8-89476-022-3\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\" data-mce-style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\" data-mce-style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eLANGUAGE\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\" data-mce-style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003eEnglish\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\" data-mce-style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\" data-mce-style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePUBLICATION DATE\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\" data-mce-style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003eMay 27, 2018\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003c\/tbody\u003e\n\u003c\/table\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"product-block product-block--tab\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"collapsibles-wrapper collapsibles-wrapper--border-bottom\"\u003e\n    \u003cbutton type=\"button\" class=\"label collapsible-trigger collapsible-trigger-btn collapsible-trigger-btn--borders collapsible--auto-height\" aria-controls=\"Product-content-tab_f3QTgL8782181630231\" aria-expanded=\"false\"\u003e\n      Read a Sample\n\u003cspan class=\"collapsible-trigger__icon collapsible-trigger__icon--open\" role=\"presentation\"\u003e\n  \u003csvg aria-hidden=\"true\" focusable=\"false\" role=\"presentation\" class=\"icon icon--wide icon-chevron-down\" viewbox=\"0 0 28 16\"\u003e\u003cpath d=\"m1.57 1.59 12.76 12.77L27.1 1.59\" stroke-width=\"2\" stroke=\"#000\" fill=\"none\"\u003e\u003c\/path\u003e\u003c\/svg\u003e\n\u003c\/span\u003e\n\u003c\/button\u003e\n    \u003cdiv id=\"Product-content-tab_f3QTgL8782181630231\" class=\"collapsible-content collapsible-content--all\"\u003e\n      \u003cdiv class=\"collapsible-content__inner rte\"\u003e\n\n        \n                 \u003ch3 style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eCHAPTER 4: A DARK DREAM\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eGwen opened her eyes, rolled over and vomited.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eBile spewed out of her mouth and burned her nostrils. She gagged, threw up again, and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eDrawing in great, shuddering breaths, Gwen groaned as she thought about the mess that she had to clean. She looked down and froze.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eInstead of her bed, Gwen was looking down at asphalt, dimly lit by an orange streetlamp at the end of a small alley.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eFrantic, Gwen pushed herself against a wall and looked around.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eTrash and debris littered the cracked and broken ground of the alley. Battered brick walls flanked either side and there were no windows until the second floor. Rusted fire escapes were suspended above her, and graffiti-covered steel doors were closed and secured.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eAnd beside Gwen was a body.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eA strangled scream escaped her throat as she scrambled backward, slamming her head into the brick behind her.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eGasping for air, Gwen stared at the corpse, and she had no doubt the man was dead.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eHe lay on his back, throat cut so deeply that his head hung by a thread of skin. Blood covered the man’s once-white shirt and soaked the front of his black pants. Battered black Nike sneakers were also damp, their dirty soles surprisingly free of his blood. His arms were spread wide as if he was awaiting crucifixion. Dark brown hair stuck to his head in damp clumps and was spread out with the vile semblance of a blood-soaked halo.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eBeside the body was a knife. It was a folding knife; black and stamped with the letters SOG.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eOh no, s\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003ehe thought, her inner voice building up to a panic. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eOh no, no, no, no!\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eShe lifted her hands up to clutch her head, but stopped, horrified when she saw she was covered in blood as well.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eFor a moment, she froze, mind completely incapable of understanding what she saw, and then a shudder tore through her.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eShe scrambled forward, snatched the knife up from the ground, and wiped the blade off on the man’s pants. Closing the weapon, Gwen got to her feet, eyes darting around the narrow confines of the alley.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eShe tore off her jacket, wiped her hands on it until most of the blood was gone, then turned it inside out. Shuddering, she pulled the jacket back on, her skin crawling as the sticky, cool blood touched her. She stuffed her hands into her front pockets, licked her lips nervously, and then hurried down the alley to the street beyond.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eA glance to the left showed she was on Singleton Street. Three blocks from home if she followed the sidewalk.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eGwen didn’t.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eInstead, she forced herself to walk casually to the next alley and turned towards it. Grinding her teeth, Gwen continued at her steady, mild pace, the minutes ticking past.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eWhen she reached her building, Gwen climbed the stairs two at a time, got into her apartment, and sank against the door when she closed it. Sobbing, she drew her hands out of her pockets, and for the first time, she noticed she was wearing a large class ring on her right index finger.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eShe went to take it off, but her skin was swollen, the jewelry stuck. Her mother would know how to get the ring off. Gwen couldn’t ask her though. They hadn’t spoken in years, and she knew she couldn’t call about the ring.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eMom would want to know why, s\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003ehe thought. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eWhere the ring came from. Am I in trouble, again.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eGwen let out a short laugh, but it came out so maniacally that she clamped her hand over her mouth.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eShower. Take a shower, \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eshe told herself, getting up to her feet and swaying dizzily. Stripping off her blood-stained clothes, Gwen made it into the shower and scrubbed herself clean beneath a sputtering spray of near-boiling hot water.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eShe dried off hastily, wrapped the towel around her chest, and walked numbly to her small kitchen. From the counter, she reached for a bottle of wine, removed the cork, and took a long, bitter swallow. The alcohol rushed through her system, and she quickly took several deep drinks.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eWith her mouth stinging from the wine, Gwen left the bottle on the counter and stumbled to her bed, where she collapsed. She stared up at the cracked ceiling, the paint-stained a dull yellow from the previous tenant’s nicotine habit.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eGoosebumps rippled along her flesh and Gwen shivered, pulling her blanket up over her.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eShe tried to think, sought to remember what had happened and why she had been in the alley. But nothing came to her.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eThe last memory she had was of approaching someone in the pub.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Tell me, Gwen,” a soft voice said, “did you enjoy it?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eGwen froze, unable to move. She recognized the voice. It was the same one she had heard when she had been drinking at the pub.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“I know you can hear me,” the stranger said, and movement on the far wall demanded Gwen’s attention.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eUnable to look away, she watched as the shadow across from her solidified and took on definition.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eA young man, perhaps only a decade younger than herself, stood before her. The man wore olive-drab fatigues and black combat boots. His sleeves were rolled up to reveal well-defined forearms, and there was a sinister strength that exuded from the stranger.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Who are you?” Gwen’s words came out in a hoarse, desperate whisper.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“You don’t remember our earlier conversation?” the young man asked. When Gwen didn’t respond, the stranger sighed. “Very well. You’re wearing my ring, you foul little drunk. My name is Richard.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eGwen’s eyes flicked down to the ring on her hand, and she resisted the urge to cut her own finger off.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“What happened?” Gwen asked. “Why was that man dead?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“I happened,” Richard smirked, settling down on his haunches. “And he’s dead because I wanted him to be dead. He was annoying. And a thief. And all thieves should be dead. 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Horror and mayhem are felt everywhere, from trailer parks to the hallowed bayous of New Orleans. But as he finds himself pushed into a corner by those who want him dead, Korzh goes to great lengths to establish an unlikely alliance.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThe only thing more threatening than his desire for revenge is the new ghost he has set loose. Appearing as a frail elderly woman, Martha’s inviting smile is as deceitful as her looks. It masks a terrible cruelty as she draws the final gasps of air from her victims, and delights in their pleas for mercy.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003eMeanwhile, there’s no rest for the trio caught in the midst of Korzh’s games. Victor and Ariana are close to uncovering the key to mysteries that haunt them, and come face to face with secrets that will change the course of their lives forever. 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There’s no escaping the horrors they must face, or the pain they must endure.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThe stakes have never been higher, and one mistake could end up being their last…\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ctable style=\"width: 100%; height: 153.157px;\" width=\"100%\"\u003e\n\u003ctbody\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePRINT LENGTH\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e215 Pages\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eAUDIO LENGTH\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003e8 hours and 8 minutes\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eNARRATED BY\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003eThom Bowers\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 35.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 35.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePRODUCT DIMENSION\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 35.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e6 x 0.49 x 9 inches\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eISBN\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e979-8-89476-023-0\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eLANGUAGE\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003eEnglish\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePUBLICATION DATE\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003eJuly 06, 2018\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003c\/tbody\u003e\n\u003c\/table\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"product-block product-block--tab\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"collapsibles-wrapper collapsibles-wrapper--border-bottom\"\u003e\n    \u003cbutton type=\"button\" class=\"label collapsible-trigger collapsible-trigger-btn collapsible-trigger-btn--borders collapsible--auto-height\" aria-controls=\"Product-content-tab_f3QTgL8782181630231\" aria-expanded=\"false\"\u003e\n      Read a Sample\n\u003cspan class=\"collapsible-trigger__icon collapsible-trigger__icon--open\" role=\"presentation\"\u003e\n  \u003csvg aria-hidden=\"true\" focusable=\"false\" role=\"presentation\" class=\"icon icon--wide icon-chevron-down\" viewbox=\"0 0 28 16\"\u003e\u003cpath d=\"m1.57 1.59 12.76 12.77L27.1 1.59\" stroke-width=\"2\" stroke=\"#000\" fill=\"none\"\u003e\u003c\/path\u003e\u003c\/svg\u003e\n\u003c\/span\u003e\n\u003c\/button\u003e\n    \u003cdiv id=\"Product-content-tab_f3QTgL8782181630231\" class=\"collapsible-content collapsible-content--all\"\u003e\n      \u003cdiv class=\"collapsible-content__inner rte\"\u003e\n\n        \n                 \u003ch3 style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eChapter 4: The Statue Stands Tall\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Do you want me to come in with you?” Tom asked.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eVictor shook his head as he pulled on his leather gloves. “No, thank you.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“I can help,” Tom said, and there was a sulky note in the boy’s tone.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eVictor paused and smiled at him. “Tom, you’re the only person in the world I trust to help me. That’s why I want you out here. If I don’t come back in fifteen minutes, then I need you to come in after me.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eTom grinned.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“What?” Victor asked, adjusting the iron ring under the glove.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Nothing, I guess,” Tom said. Then, laughing, the boy added, “I thought for sure you’d ask me to call Shane or someone.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“No,” Victor said with a chuckle. “Not at all. But in all seriousness, if you do have to come in, and it looks bad, call him.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eThe boy nodded. “I will.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Thanks.” Victor took a deep, nervous breath and said, “Okay. See you soon.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eHe climbed out of the car with a heavy, lead-lined bag in his left hand and he glanced up and down the deserted street. The sun had set a short time before, and the streetlights were dim reminders of night’s advancement upon the city of Pittsburgh.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eThe storefront Victor focused on was dark, the store itself only recently abandoned. He had read of several deaths at the business. All involving a ball-peen hammer.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eAnd the store had sold only the bare minimum to the few residents of a dying neighborhood.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eBut I had read about that hammer,\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e Victor thought, approaching the store with growing trepidation. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eMoran and Moran had included it in a list of items purchased by the Korzhs. And while it should have been locked away in their collection, it had gotten out.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eAnd how did that happen, I wonder?\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eVictor’s thoughts became focused on the door and the chain looped around the handle and a railing. The glass in the door was broken though, and Victor bent down and scooted in easily. He waited a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dimness, and as they did, he took stock of the store.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eNothing remained of the merchandise or the shelves that would have held them. The walls were discolored where refrigerators and smaller shelving units had stood, giving the walls the appearance of a man with mismatched teeth.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eThen his eyes saw the hammer.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eThe old wooden handle looked rough and abused, as did the misshapen head of the tool. It should have been thrown out decades earlier, and Victor wondered if anyone had ever tried.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eHe approached the hammer cautiously, eyes darting from shadow to shadow, seeking out the dead man he knew would be near.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Hello,” a voice said in front of him. “Have you remembered your measuring tape?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eA shape stepped forth from the darkness behind the hammer, and Victor saw Claude Hamilton. He was a short, squat, powerfully built man with a barrel chest and a stomach to match. The dead man had been a shop teacher in the 1930s, until he had gone insane during class and beaten a trio of teens dead with the hammer. Waiting for his trial, Claude had killed a cellmate and paralyzed a guard.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eHe had died while being transported to the trial.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“No,” Victor admitted, “I don’t have it with me.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eThe ghost picked up the hammer and swung it experimentally. “Do you remember what I told you the last time that you forgot your measuring tape?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“That you were going to beat it into my head to remember?” Victor had read the witness statements.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Yes,” Claude said sadly. “Yes, that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eHe lifted the hammer up above his head and advanced on Victor.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eVictor forced himself to wait until the last moment, then he stepped aside and slammed his fist through the ghost’s large belly as the hammer passed by him.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eThe tool clattered to the floor and Victor scooped it up, his heart thundering as he thrust the hammer into the heavy, lead-lined bag. He closed it before the dead man could reappear and he stood in the semi-darkness, panting and trying to slow his racing heart.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eWhen he regained his composure, Victor straightened up and headed for the door.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eHow many more of these has Stefan Korzh sent out into the world?\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e he wondered, and then shook his head.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eTime, he knew, would tell.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e","brand":"Scare Street","offers":[{"title":"PAPERBACK","offer_id":49387447419159,"sku":"LAST BREATH","price":15.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true},{"title":"EBOOK","offer_id":47308212175127,"sku":"hc7e","price":6.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true},{"title":"AUDIOBOOK","offer_id":49363437584663,"sku":"hc7","price":12.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0798\/7209\/8583\/files\/FF_HauntedCollection-7.jpg?v=1703098888"},{"product_id":"hauntedcollection8","title":"Ticket to Death: Haunted Collection Series Book 8","description":"\u003ch2\u003e\u003cspan\u003eA faded old ticket glows with an unholy light…\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/h2\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eHistorian Victor Daniels never planned to devote his life to battling evil spirits, or tracking down a collection of cursed antiques unleashed by ruthless occultist Stefan Korzh. But after months of clashing with paranormal threats, he’s developed a reputation as an investigator of the strange and bizarre. So when a rash of mysterious deaths strikes Victor’s home state, an old friend reaches out to him for help.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003eAs Victor investigates the chilling mystery, he is shocked to discover that the victims all died by drowning… within the safety of their own homes. Another cursed antique has been unearthed, a ticket for a steamer ship that sank over a century ago. The worn scrap of paper is haunted by the vengeful ghost of a passenger, and it must gather the souls of the living to complete its final voyage.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003eBefore Victor can put a stop to the murderous spirit’s killing spree, Stefan takes their blood feud to the next level, when he captures Victor’s adopted son. Following the madman’s trail to his sleepy hometown, deep in the Pennsylvania woods, Victor must confront his nemesis face to face.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThe final clash between good and evil has begun, and only one man can emerge victorious…\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ctable style=\"width: 100%; height: 137.157px;\" width=\"100%\"\u003e\n\u003ctbody\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1587%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePRINT LENGTH\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.4723%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e199 Pages\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1587%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eAUDIO LENGTH\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.4723%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003e7 hours and 1 minute\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1587%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eNARRATED BY\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.4723%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003eThom Bowers\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1587%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePRODUCT DIMENSION\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.4723%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e6 x 0.45 x 9 inches\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1587%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eISBN\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.4723%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e979-8-89476-024-7\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1587%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eLANGUAGE\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.4723%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003eEnglish\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1587%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePUBLICATION DATE\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.4723%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003eAugust 07, 2018\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003c\/tbody\u003e\n\u003c\/table\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"product-block product-block--tab\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"collapsibles-wrapper collapsibles-wrapper--border-bottom\"\u003e\n    \u003cbutton type=\"button\" class=\"label collapsible-trigger collapsible-trigger-btn collapsible-trigger-btn--borders collapsible--auto-height\" aria-controls=\"Product-content-tab_f3QTgL8782181630231\" aria-expanded=\"false\"\u003e\n      Read a Sample\n\u003cspan class=\"collapsible-trigger__icon collapsible-trigger__icon--open\" role=\"presentation\"\u003e\n  \u003csvg aria-hidden=\"true\" focusable=\"false\" role=\"presentation\" class=\"icon icon--wide icon-chevron-down\" viewbox=\"0 0 28 16\"\u003e\u003cpath d=\"m1.57 1.59 12.76 12.77L27.1 1.59\" stroke-width=\"2\" stroke=\"#000\" fill=\"none\"\u003e\u003c\/path\u003e\u003c\/svg\u003e\n\u003c\/span\u003e\n\u003c\/button\u003e\n    \u003cdiv id=\"Product-content-tab_f3QTgL8782181630231\" class=\"collapsible-content collapsible-content--all\"\u003e\n      \u003cdiv class=\"collapsible-content__inner rte\"\u003e\n\n        \n                 \u003ch3 style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eChapter 5: Taking a Look Around\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eVictor glanced over at Tom and asked, “Are you okay?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Hm?” Tom blinked and looked at Victor. “Oh. Yeah. I’m fine.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Okay,” Victor said. After a moment, the traffic light turned green, and he stepped on the gas. “So, I’ll be back tonight. You’ll be good with lunch and dinner?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Yes,” Tom answered. “Iris will stop by to make sure I eat and all that good stuff.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eVictor nodded as they turned onto Iris’ street. “Alright then. I’ll text you when I get into Green Tree, and when I’m headed back.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Sure,” Tom said, getting out of the car. “Good luck. And be safe.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“I will,” Victor said, waving goodbye as the boy closed the door and walked up the long cobblestone path that led to Iris’ front door. Victor waited until Tom was let in before he pulled away from the curb and started on his trip.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eThe traffic from Fox Cat Hollow to Green Tree was light, and within a few hours, Victor found the condominium development that Sara had spoken to him about. He drove around the private roads and found the unit where the odd death had occurred. Victor slowed down and focused his attention on the houses on either side of the condo, and the woods behind it.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eI can get to the back of the house through the trees, \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003ehe realized and felt a pang of guilt. His face burned with shame as he thought about the secret pleasure that breaking into something brought him.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eIt was an aspect of his personality that he had a difficult time accepting, despite its usefulness.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eSatisfied with what he had seen, Victor left the condominium development and searched for a place to park his car that wouldn’t draw too much attention.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eAt least the car’s plates are from Pennsylvania, \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003ehe thought. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eThat shouldn’t make it stand out too much.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eEventually, Victor parked in the lot of the Crowne Plaza Hotel, took a bottle of water out of his car, and slipped his iron ring onto his finger. He stretched a little to get the kinks out of his back, took a drink, and started the long walk towards the back of the dead woman’s house.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eAfter getting lost twice, Victor arrived after 45 minutes of walking.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eHe remained in the tree line, watching the back of the house, looking for any item that might be out of the ordinary.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eNothing drew his attention, and after half an hour, Victor stood up and approached the home.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eHe moved toward a back porch and climbed the stairs gently, mindful of where he placed each foot. Some of the boards were soft beneath his feet, the rotting wood threatening to fall apart at his touch. He made it to the top without incident, and Victor was pleased to find the porch in considerably better condition than the stairs.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eWhen he reached the back side, he propped open the screen door and took out the lock pick tools he had made in the basement of his own home. There was a sense of pride and embarrassment as he used them. He had crafted them and they worked the way they were designed to.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eWithin a minute, he undid the deadbolt, and thirty seconds later, Victor swung the door open.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eImmediately, he noticed the chill in the air and felt a strange, electrical sensation ripple along his exposed skin. When he glanced down at his forearms, he saw that the small hairs stood on end, and goosebumps had erupted along their length.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eHe took a deep breath and let it out slowly before he crossed the threshold.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eThe woman, according to Sara Milton, had died in the bathtub.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eVictor glanced around the room, getting his bearings, and saw the door to the garage was open as if it had been flung wide and forgotten about. He marked it as an item of interest and proceeded further into the house.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eVictor found the downstairs bathroom, which lacked a tub, and then he made his way upstairs. Both of the spare rooms had quarter baths, but it was the master bedroom’s bath where he found the tub.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eHis teeth chattered from the cold as he stepped onto the tile. He flicked on the bathroom light and looked around the room, searching for anything out of the ordinary.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Who are you?” a voice asked from behind him.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eVictor turned around and saw a naked young woman standing in the doorway, blocking his exit from the bathroom.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“My name’s Victor,” he replied, forcing himself to relax. “What’s yours?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eShe frowned, then smiled. “Nancy.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Hello Nancy,” Victor said. “Do you know where you are?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“I’m home,” she answered. “I shouldn’t be.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e","brand":"Scare Street","offers":[{"title":"PAPERBACK","offer_id":49387460264215,"sku":"TICKET TO DEATH","price":15.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true},{"title":"EBOOK","offer_id":47308233212183,"sku":"hc8e","price":6.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true},{"title":"AUDIOBOOK","offer_id":49363443810583,"sku":"hc8","price":12.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0798\/7209\/8583\/files\/FF_HauntedCollection-8.jpg?v=1703099645"},{"product_id":"hauntedcollection9","title":"Death Rattle: Haunted Collection Series Book 9","description":"\u003ch2\u003e\u003cspan\u003eA baby’s rattle sounds the final chime of death…\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/h2\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eAfter months spent chasing down one haunted item after another, historian Victor Daniels is exhausted. His relentless battles with the sadistic Stefan Korzh have taken a heavy toll, and he longs to end their supernatural feud once and for all. But first, he must deal with one last cursed item released from Korzh’s collection.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003eWith no time to rest or recover from their last paranormal encounter, Victor and his adopted son Tom travel to the shadowy streets of Groton, Massachusetts. There, they face a familiar enemy— a malevolent spirit Victor has fought before, and failed to defeat. This fiendish ghost haunts an antique baby’s rattle. Those who hear its chilling sound are faced with a ghastly death, and an afterlife of eternal suffering…\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003eAs they confront this vicious foe, Victor knows that Stefan still waits for him in the shadows. Their confrontation is inevitable. Everything has been leading Victor to this one final battle.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003eIn the haunted depths of the Korzh’s ancestral home, Victor and Stefan must come face to face. And only one man will live to see the dawn.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ctable style=\"width: 100%; height: 137.157px;\" width=\"100%\"\u003e\n\u003ctbody\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePRINT LENGTH\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e207 Pages\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eAUDIO LENGTH\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e7 hours and 29 minutes\u003cspan\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\n\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eNARRATED BY\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003eThom Bowers\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePRODUCT DIMENSION\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e6 x 0.47 x 9 inches\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eISBN\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e979-8-89476-025-4\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eLANGUAGE\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003eEnglish\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePUBLICATION DATE\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003eSeptember 21, 2018\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003c\/tbody\u003e\n\u003c\/table\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"product-block product-block--tab\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"collapsibles-wrapper collapsibles-wrapper--border-bottom\"\u003e\n\u003cbutton type=\"button\" class=\"label collapsible-trigger collapsible-trigger-btn collapsible-trigger-btn--borders collapsible--auto-height\" aria-controls=\"Product-content-tab_f3QTgL8782181630231\" aria-expanded=\"false\"\u003e Read a Sample \u003cspan class=\"collapsible-trigger__icon collapsible-trigger__icon--open\" role=\"presentation\"\u003e \u003csvg aria-hidden=\"true\" role=\"presentation\" class=\"icon icon--wide icon-chevron-down\" viewbox=\"0 0 28 16\" focusable=\"false\"\u003e\u003cpath d=\"m1.57 1.59 12.76 12.77L27.1 1.59\" stroke-width=\"2\" stroke=\"#000\" fill=\"none\"\u003e\u003c\/path\u003e\u003c\/svg\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e \u003c\/button\u003e\n\u003cdiv id=\"Product-content-tab_f3QTgL8782181630231\" class=\"collapsible-content collapsible-content--all\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"collapsible-content__inner rte\"\u003e\n\u003ch3 dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-align: center; margin-top: 24pt; margin-bottom: 4pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 17.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #434343; background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eChapter 15: Awakened and Disturbed\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eA harsh knock on the front door jerked Stefan awake, and he sat up groggily. He blinked, waited a moment while the unknown stranger hammered on the door, and finally was able to see the clock.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e12:25 in the morning,\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e Stefan thought angrily, getting to his feet. He adjusted his eye patch and frowned. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eI wonder why the hell the police are here at this time of night.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHe considered arming himself, but then he decided against it. Since the death of Officer Colette, Stefan had affected the guise of a mild-mannered accountant. Carrying a sidearm would quickly dispel that image and land him in an interrogation room far faster than he liked to think about.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eDon’t make the mistake of thinking that they’re stupid,\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e he chided.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe knocking increased, and Stefan let a worried expression settle onto his face. He wasn’t worried at all, but an accountant who had never even run a red-light before would be upset.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Hold on, please!” Stefan called.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHe shuffled loudly to the door, undid the safety-chain, released the deadlock and pulled the door open.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eIt wasn’t the police.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eA disheveled, stinking man dressed in the stained and filthy uniform of a Boy Scout grinned stupidly at Stefan.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Yes?” Stefan asked warily. His eye darted around the street, searching for the undercover police vehicle that had been parked outside since the death of Officer Colette.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe car was gone.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eShaking his head slightly, Stefan asked. “How can I help you?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe man swung clumsily at him.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eStefan deftly dodged the blow, catching hold of the man’s wrist as it went past. With a sharp twist and a small amount of pressure, Stefan bent the arm back and out at an unnatural angle. It was a move designed to incapacitate an attacker, and it failed utterly with the assailant.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eStefan heard the shoulder and elbow joints pop almost simultaneously. A flash of pain raced across the attacker’s face, but it didn’t slow him down. The man seemed almost immune to the physical effects of Stefan’s attack as if he couldn’t allow himself to feel it.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eInstead of cringing and shrinking away to nurse his sudden injury, the stranger tried to lash out with his free hand, but he was ineffective with that as well.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eYet despite his inability to fight, the stranger had managed to get a foot into the house.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eFurious and fearful of what might come next, Stefan tried to shove the man backward, fully out of his home, and then she screamed.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eEvery window in the house broke. Each light bulb exploded in its socket, plunging the house into darkness.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eFear swept over Stefan and he stutter-stepped backward. He felt blood trickle from his nostrils and pool in his left ear. His entire chest throbbed with pain from the power in the scream, and Stefan knew one fact with utter and profound terror.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eAnne Le Morte had arrived.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe stranger, Anne Le Morte’s new caretaker, pressed into the house, and Stefan struck out, smashing the man’s nose with the palm of his hand. He heard the cartilage break, smelled the sudden rush of blood, and heard Anne Le Morte’s high, sweet laugh fill the house.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe caretaker let loose with a wild swing, and it glanced off the side of Stefan’s head.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eIt was painful enough to bring his attention back to the problem at hand and strong enough to knock him backward.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eIn a heartbeat, Stefan recovered. He grabbed the caretaker by the collar of his shirt and jerked him into the house. Kicking the door closed behind him, Stefan turned on the man and delivered a series of rapid blows, driving the man back toward the kitchen. A cold, detached attention to detail settled down over Stefan, and he understood exactly what each punch, kick, elbow, and knee strike did.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHe felt first the left, then the right orbital sockets break under his fists. An elbow destroyed the man’s jaw. A knee also crushed his genitals and brought forth a stinking stream of vomit. Two rapid forearm strikes cracked, then shattered ribs, sending at least one jagged end into a lung. Teeth were first loosened, then knocked out by repeated blows to the front of his mouth.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eStefan drove a knee into the man’s stomach, and the caretaker collapsed, unconscious to the floor.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003ePanting, Stefan listened, trying to hear if the police had noticed the attack.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThen a cold and terrifying thought entered his mind.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eWhy had she sent in the caretaker?\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe ambient illumination of the street lights drifted in through the windows and Stefan stood rooted to the floor, listening. His body raced as he ran through scenarios and situations.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe ghost had lain in wait for him for months outside of the warehouse. In the end, she had been robbed not only of the pleasure of killing him but of the services of a skilled caretaker as well.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe man who lay on the floor seemed to have been nothing more than the bottom of the barrel. A tool that had the misfortune of stumbling across her path.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eRegaining a small measure of control over his thoughts, Stefan straightened up, and then he felt a cool, uncomfortable breeze.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eIt wasn’t the harsh, unforgiving chill of the dead.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e","brand":"Scare Street","offers":[{"title":"PAPERBACK","offer_id":49387478221079,"sku":"DEATH RATTLE","price":15.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true},{"title":"EBOOK","offer_id":47308255658263,"sku":"hc9e","price":6.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true},{"title":"AUDIOBOOK","offer_id":49363452920087,"sku":"hc9","price":12.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0798\/7209\/8583\/files\/FF_HauntedCollection-9.jpg?v=1703099885"},{"product_id":"hauntedcollection1-9","title":"The Complete Haunted Collection Saga: 9 Books of Action-Packed Horror You Won't Be Able to Put Down (FREE U.S. SHIPPING)","description":"\u003ch2\u003e\u003cspan class=\"a-text-italic\"\u003eListen to a sample here:\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/h2\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003ciframe width=\"400\" height=\"75\" src=\"https:\/\/drive.google.com\/file\/d\/1UqBqcUe1kAx4QtPh1-rf2jf0-kXva_Ji\/preview\"\u003e\u003c\/iframe\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #000000;\"\u003e🗣 Professionally Narrated by Thom Bowers\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch2\u003e9 Books. 66+ Hours. 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In spite of the arthritis in her hands, she held a pair of overly large knitting needles. She worked at a slow, careful pace. Her thoughts were not on the prayer shawl she knitted, nor were they on the people at St. Joseph’s Hospital who would be the eventual recipients of the shawls she made.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eInstead, her mind was far away. December was only three days away, and with it would come the anniversary of her brother Kevin’s death. 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Seventeen years old and dead.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eSeventeen years old and he had never grown any older.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe plastic needles clicked in the stillness of her apartment, her hearing aids turned down, so the loud television sets of the neighbors on either side and above her were inaudible. With the death of her only niece on her deceased husband’s side the year before, Kristine had gotten rid of her telephone.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThere was no one to call, and no one to expect calls from. The few friends she had, lived in her building, and she would see them at breakfast, or perhaps in the recreation room for coffee.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eA flicker of light caught her eye, and her hands stopped as she looked up.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eAcross the room was the one, unnecessary heirloom she had kept when she moved into the Arel Home. A tall, Zenith floor model radio. It was in poor shape, having been battered and beaten by herself and Kevin when they were children.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eAnd now the faceplate on it was lit with the old, yellow glow she remembered so well.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eShe stared at it for a moment, not understanding how the radio could be working.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe plug had broken a decade earlier, and before that, one of the vacuum tubes had broken.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eIt was a nonfunctioning relic, nothing more.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eBut there it was, lit as when she and her siblings would sit and listen to the Phantom.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eConfused, Kristine turned the volume on her hearing aids back up.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Good evening,” a man said through the speaker, his voice smooth and pleasant. There was an arousing, enticing quality to his voice. It made her want to listen to him, and to nothing else. “This is Hank McErney, and I’m here with you, are you here with me?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eKristine stared in surprise, not sure what to do.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Hello,” Hank said, chuckling, “didn’t you hear me, young lady? Yes, you with the knitting on your lap.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eKristine straightened up in the chair, taken aback even as she said, “Yes. Yes, I hear you.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Oh, very good,” Hank said. “Tell me, what’s your name?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Kristine,” she replied. Her stomach tied itself into knots she hadn’t felt since she had been a teenager, and she didn’t quite know what to do.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Kristine,” Hank said in a pleased voice, “a pretty name for a pretty girl. I’m curious, Kristine, why are you inside on a night like tonight? Shouldn’t you be out there cutting a rug with some dashing young man?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“No one asked,” Kristine answered.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“That I can’t believe,” Hank said, “no one?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“No,” Kristine said.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Let’s take care of that, shall we, Kristine?” Hank asked.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe world bent and twisted, and shifted into shadow as the warmth was torn from the room. And a moment later, a man stood in front of the radio, and she knew it was Hank McErney.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHe was tall, his black hair flipped to one side in a style that had gone out of fashion in the forties. An Errol Flynn mustache graced his upper lip, and his nose was aquiline. His chin was square cut, as were the shoulders of the suit coat he wore. A cigarette hung from the corner of his mouth, and there was an air of calm assuredness about him that Kristine found appealing. Hank McErney was a ruggedly good-looking man, and Kristine’s heart fluttered in a way she didn’t think was possible anymore.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Hello, Kristine,” Hank said, and his voice was even more powerful in person than it had been on the radio.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Hello,” she replied, blushing.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThis isn’t real, she thought. I must be having a stroke. Or a heart attack. Am I dying?\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 17pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eChapter 6: Paranoia Runs Deep\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eStefan felt miserable.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eWhile he had never enjoyed his trips beyond his compound, they had taken on a terrible life of their own. Each time he was compelled to leave, he did so knowing full well that the man who had tried to kill him remained at large. And that was in addition to the fact that the police might connect Stefan to Jeremy Rhinehart’s murder in Fox Cat Hollow.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe fear reminded him of when his half-sister had hunted him, and he despised it.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHe had spent additional funds on establishing motion sensor lights farther up the road that lead to the warehouse. Stefan had also added an extended ring of cameras to the perimeter, and when he went into the observation room shortly after having woken up, there was an alert on his home screen.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe monitoring software he had installed had picked up and isolated the wireless feed he had been trying to hunt down since the failed attempt on his life.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eStefan quickly typed in his passcode, accessed the account, and looked at the feed.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eWhat he found drove a cold, hard spike of mixed hatred and fear into his stomach.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHe was looking at not one video feed, but four. Whoever was watching him had placed a camera on each side of the building. No matter where Stefan exited his home from, the unseen watcher would know it.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eStefan stared at the screen for a moment longer, then, with an angry grumble, he turned the monitor off.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eSwearing under his breath, Stefan stood up, shoving his chair back before he went stomping out of the room. He went to the kitchen, skipped his morning coffee, and reached for the vodka. Without bothering with a glass, Stefan opened the bottle, brought the mouth of it up to his lips, and took a long, bitter pull from it. He only stopped when he needed to breathe, his mouth burning, and his eyes watering from the strength of the alcohol.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eStefan gripped the counter with one hand to steady himself, then he took another, smaller drink.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHe knew it had to be the man who had tried to kill him. And Stefan felt certain his father and stepsister had put the man up to it. The stranger had been skilled. Extremely so, and Stefan suspected that the man had misjudged Stefan’s own capabilities.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eIt wasn’t a mistake the stranger was apt to make twice.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eFurious, Stefan brought the bottle back with him into the observation room. He turned on the monitor, immediately exited the feed for the enemy’s cameras, and sat down. In silence, Stefan brought up his sales and pondered over them. He tried to focus, realized that he wouldn’t be able to, and shifted his attention to the newspapers where he had shipped various items off.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHis anger increased, rising to a steady speed until he shoved the mouse away from him and pressed his hands against his eyes. The websites were empty of any sort of information regarding the dead and the damage they could inflict.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eGrinding his teeth in frustration, Stefan took a deep breath and reminded himself it was only a matter of time before something happened.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eDropping his hands from his face, Stefan took hold of the mouse and began to search his sales again, hoping to find something there to appease his anger.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThere wasn’t.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eStefan snarled and threw the mouse across the room, the plastic shattering against the wall. He sat in the chair for several minutes, irate and unable to move.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eFinally, when he had calmed down, Stefan opened his desk drawer, took out a new mouse, and went through the familiar motions of getting it ready.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 17pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eChapter 12: Adventure and Excitement\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eVictor had managed to fall asleep in his bed rather than the chair in the study, and by doing so, he had obtained a good night’s sleep. When the sun had risen, so had Victor. He had eaten breakfast alone, and he was halfway through making his travel plans when Tom walked in, yawning.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe boy rubbed his face with his hand, the left sleeve of his pajama top hanging loose. Tom only put on the prosthetic in the morning when he was going to work out first, and it still shocked Victor when he saw the empty sleeve.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“How are you doing?” he asked as Tom waved at him.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe boy shrugged and got himself a glass of water.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Late night?” Victor asked.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“No,” Tom said, putting the empty cup down on the counter. “Just tired. Bad dreams. You know?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eVictor nodded. He knew all too well about bad dreams. The nights when he managed to get through to dawn without them were few and far between, and they were to be treasured.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Any big plans for today?” Tom asked, taking a box of Fruit Loops cereal down from a cabinet and carrying it to the table.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“I need to go up to Concord,” Victor explained.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eTom’s eyes widened in surprise as he sat down. Then, fumbling with the box top, he said, “Concord, Massachusetts?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“No,” Victor said, shaking his head, “Concord, New Hampshire.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“You’re spending a lot of time up in the granite state,” Tom said. Victor watched the boy hold the cereal box against his chest and fish a handful of the multicolored loops out. The teen ate them dry, waiting for Victor’s response to his statement.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“I have to,” Victor stated. “At least right now. Seems like Korzh sent another item out.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHatred flashed through the boy’s eyes, but he regained control of himself instantly. “What happened?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eVictor gave him all of the information he had been able to dig up on the internet about the ring. He watched the boy’s jaw tighten, his fingers twitching.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Do you want me to go with you?” Tom asked after a moment.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eVictor shook his head. “I need you here, on the off chance that another item should show up in Fox Cat Hollow. It’s unlikely, I know, but there’s the possibility it could happen.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“What should I do if it does?” Tom asked. “I’m not exactly a hundred percent here, even with my prosthetic on. I’m just not that skilled with it yet.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“I need you to be my eyes and ears,” Victor replied. “Read the papers. The local stuff and the ones you can find online. Make sure that you use your new name, too. If anyone asks.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eTom rolled his eyes and asked, “Why Jeremiah?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“I don’t know,” Victor answered.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eTom shook his head. “I don’t like it.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“You don’t have to, Tom,” Victor replied. “You just need to use it. Can you see if you can get Iris to call you Jeremiah in public, too? And, speaking of Iris, try to keep her out of anything that might pop up, okay?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eTom frowned. “She won’t like that. Iris does what she wants.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eVictor couldn’t help but smile. “I figured that. That’s why I said try. The last I heard, Korzh is still in the area. And so is Anne Le Morte.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eTom paled slightly at the name. He had faced the doll once before at the gas station, and the boy was fully aware of how dangerous the ghost could be.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Are you okay with that?” Victor asked.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eTom nodded, the color easing back into his cheeks.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Good. I should be leaving in about half an hour,” Victor said. “Unless you need something from the store.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“No,” Tom said. “I should be alright. Iris will come over later. If I need anything, I’ll ask her to bring it. She’s usually okay with that.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“I figured she would be.” Victor smiled. “Okay. I’m going to finish getting my stuff together. Make sure you keep your phone on and with you, even when you’re spending time with Iris.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Yeah,” Tom said, grinning. “I will.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe boy stood up, still pressing the cereal box to his chest. “Have a safe trip. You’ll send me a text when you get there?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Of course,” Victor said. “I’ll talk to you soon, Tom.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe boy nodded, smiled, and left the room.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 22pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eVictor sighed and tried to focus on his trip. 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Their eyes were sunken, their faces drawn. They looked as if they hadn’t slept well in days and Clair didn’t care.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003eClair took pills each night to sleep. And it had gotten bad enough that she washed them down with a glass of wine. Only she and the twins knew what was going on, what it was that Shane and Frank were doing to the organization.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e\u003cem\u003eIt has to be them\u003c\/em\u003e, she thought, stifling a curse.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“How many?” Clair asked, hating the stiffness in her voice.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“Three on Monday night. Two more on Tuesday,” Jenna answered.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“They took a breather on Wednesday and Thursday,” Gabby continued, “and then hit us again yesterday.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003eClair glared at Gabby until the woman added, “Another three.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“Damn it!” Clair snarled, slapping the top of her desk.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“At least they’re small,” Jenna said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“The size doesn’t matter here,” Clair spat. “Every single one of them is necessary now. Rousseau didn’t return. We have the One. We’re not losing one ghost in each house. Oh no, we’re losing all of the dead it siphons energy from. 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A look at the base showed a button labeled “Emilio and Sadie” flashed. Something about the pair tugged at her memory but it wouldn’t reveal itself. Frowning, Clair reached out and answered the call.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“Hello?” she asked, her voice sharp.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“Why hello,” a man said. His tone was harsh and unforgiving. “Who’s this?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“Evidently the wrong number,” Clair retorted and slammed the phone back into its cradle.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003eBefore her hand had left the receiver, the phone rang again.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003eThe same line flashed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003eFeeling anger flare within her, Clair snatched up the phone.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“You have the wrong number,” she began, but the man on the other end cut her off before she could finish.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“Where’s Harlan?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“He’s not here,” she replied, warily. “Who’s this?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“This is Shane Ryan.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003eClair straightened up. “Shane.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“Yes,” he said. “Who are you?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“I’m Clair.” The twins leaned in, all hints of exhaustion gone as they listened intently to the part of the conversation they could hear.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“You’re in charge now,” Shane said. 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Something was wrong in the professor’s collection of houses, and everyone could feel it.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHis team, which was doubled to six members, spread out in a loose formation behind him. The morning sun hung above the tree line, and smoke drifted up from 114 Broad’s chimney.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eOther than the curling, dissipating smoke, nothing moved.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“This is bad,” Hal muttered.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Say again?” David asked on the other end of the comm.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Something’s not right, David,” Hal said, looking from left to right. “The whole place feels wrong.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“I copy,” David replied. “Move out and keep it tight. All watchtowers are cleared weapons hot and will cover your withdrawal if necessary.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Copy. Out.” Hal motioned for his team to tighten up, and together they walked down the cobblestone street. The group moved with ease through the snow drifts, covering one another as they did so.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThere was no sign of the dead Indians, or even of the subjects in 114 Broad.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe Village was still.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThey passed by the clock, which showed it to be almost nine. Ahead of them stood the chapel. The tips of headstones protruded from snowdrifts, and the newest structure, the schoolhouse, stood out obscenely against the white snow.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe door to the school was open, the schoolmaster standing within the doorway.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHe was a frightening apparition, and for the first time since his arrival at the compound six months earlier, Hal felt fear.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe dead man was a killer, which was no different than any of the others the professor had brought in. But this one watched them eagerly.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Keep your distance from the schoolhouse,” Hal said. “Word is he went as far as the chapel the other night. We don’t need any casualties today.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHis team came back with affirmatives.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThey reached the small graveyard and stepped into the heavier snow. Movement became difficult, and Hal thought, \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eWe should have snowshoes for this part.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eBut not everyone was rated for snowshoe work, and firing a weapon while burdened with them was no easy task.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Single file,” Hal said. “Bill, take point. Abby, bring up the rear. We’ll rotate as needed.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eBill, a tall, thick man, took the lead, and Hal stepped into place behind him.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eOrders were to reach the far side of the Village, split into two groups and loop back to the gate.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThis should be done outside the fence,\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e Hal thought bitterly. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eWhat the hell is the professor trying to prove?\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHal had heard David ask for a discontinuation of all patrols, but the professor wanted one in the daylight.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eA show of force\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e, Hal thought with a shake of his head. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eIf he thinks Subject B cares about us, the professor’s not as smart as he thinks he is. David knows better.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eDavid was the professor’s man through and through.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Patrol, this is tower three, copy,” a voice said.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Go for patrol,” Hal said.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Patrol, we have movement on your left, two possibly three hostiles. Copy?” the tower asked.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Tower, we have good copy, moving to engage,” Hal said. He issued the necessary \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"white-space: pre;\" class=\"Apple-tab-span\"\u003e    \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe sun was behind the ghosts, and they were difficult to see.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Keep it tight,” Hal said to his team. “We’re going through them. Everyone, living and dead, needs to know we still run the Village.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eStupid,\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e Hal thought angrily. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eWe don’t run the Village anymore. This is like a damned prison. We’re just as much prisoners here as the subjects are.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eFor a moment, he considered ordering Bill to turn back.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eOrders are orders,\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e Hal thought and kept his mouth closed.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eWhen Bill was within twenty feet of the dead men, Hal said, “Abby, you speak French, right?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Yup,” she replied.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Tell them to move,” Hal said.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eAbby called out in French, and the dead Indians laughed, yelling back to her in the same language.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Ah, Hal,” she said, a note of nervousness in her voice, “they said we ought to leave now.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Yeah, not an option,” Hal said firmly. “Tell ’em I said so.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e","brand":"Scare Street","offers":[{"title":"EBOOK","offer_id":47623509901591,"sku":"hv2e","price":6.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true},{"title":"AUDIOBOOK","offer_id":50109048684823,"sku":"hv2","price":12.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0798\/7209\/8583\/files\/FF_HauntedVillage-2.jpg?v=1703598150"},{"product_id":"hauntedvillage3","title":"Butcher's Hands: Haunted Village Series Book 3","description":"\u003ch2\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\" class=\"a-text-bold a-text-italic\"\u003eSubject B’s terrifying ordeal continues. 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Mihail scrambled to follow, but stopped short when the taller man turned abruptly and jerked. Fear pulsed through Mihail, thick enough that he could taste it like acid on the back of his tongue.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“What is it?” he whispered.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eAbe huffed a laugh and crouched down. “Just still adjusting to ya newfound codependence.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eIf anyone else in the world had said it, Mihail would have cringed. So his sudden chuckle startled him. He knew Abe was trying to distract him; to give him something else to think about, and it only seemed natural to play along.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Perhaps I can’t stand to be parted from your sparkling personality.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Oh, yeah. I’m just glitter and gold.” Abe smiled.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe moment of normalcy had helped. He was still twisting his fingers around each other until they ached, but managed to glance around as Abe told Duncan to keep the motor running.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Why are we at Father Petran’s house?” Mihail asked.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Told ya we needed help, kiddo.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“I should go with you,” Mihail shuffled forward, but stopped as Abe refused to move.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“I got this.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“You didn’t see his face when you went after Owen,” Mihail protested. “He thinks you’re insane.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“He thought that before,” Abe scoffed.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“And violent,” he said. “Do you honestly think he’ll agree to get into a car with you again?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHis mouth scrunched up as he considered that. Eventually, he rapped his knuckles against the roof of the car and forced a smile. “I can be convincing. Scoot back.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eMihail made the mistake of looking to Duncan and Esther for support. It gave Abe the few seconds he needed to flee from the conversation. By the time he looked back, Abe was jogging up the path. Deprived of the body to fill the space, the open car door looked like a gaping void. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eLarge enough for anything to slither through.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e A quiver rattled his insides as he scurried back until his back pressed against the far door. His eyes skirted around restlessly as he pulled his legs up, pressing his heels into the seat, his muscles twitching and ready to kick at anything that came near.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Are you sure we need him? We need to get back. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eBunica \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eis all alone,” Mihail whimpered as he twisted his fingers together. “We can’t leave her all alone.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eEsther twisted in her seat to offer him a comforting smile. “We need some spiritual back up. Don’t worry, Abe knows what he’s doing. We’ll be heading out before you know it.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eAs she spoke, the three of them turned to watch the front door open. Petran took one look at his visitor and tried to close the door. But Abe was stronger and managed to keep the door open as they quickly exchanged some words. The car was too far away for them to hear the conversation, but it was clear that there was no warmth to it. After only a few seconds, the discussion was over and the door slammed shut. Abe’s broad shoulders heaved as he sighed.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Okay,” Duncan said. “Who has a plan ‘B’?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eAbe only took a few steps back to the car before he paused, sucked on his tooth, and turned back around.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Oh, no, \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003ezeisele\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e,” Esther muttered under her breath as she watched her son repeat the actions endlessly. “That’s it, come back to the car. Uh-uh, not that way.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Our boy is mad,” Duncan said with wary anticipation.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThey both reached for their car doors but it was already too late. Abe stalked back to the porch. Without breaking stride, he slammed his foot down against the door. The lock ripped free from the wood as it rushed back to crunch against the wall. Father Petran’s frantic voice was louder now, a muffled noise that drifted from the house. It didn’t stop Abe from disappearing through the doorway.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eDuncan clicked his tongue and sucked a breath in through his teeth. “We really should have seen that coming.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Hindsight’s always twenty-twenty,” Esther shrugged her suddenly tense shoulders.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eFather Petran’s screams announced Abe’s return. It almost seemed like he was unaware of the slender priest struggling to get off of his shoulders. He didn’t steal a single glance at witnesses as he headed back to the car, and tossed Father Petran onto the back seat. In an attempt to avoid the man’s flailing limbs, Mihail pressed against the door as he screamed.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“What the hell are you doing?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Mihail,” Esther snapped, her voice barely heard over the priest’s rage. “There’s no need to be rude.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Are you kidding?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHis dumbfounded question went unanswered. Esther turned her attention to her son as he pushed Father Petran over to make room for him. As with all of their ‘family only’ conversations, they switched to Hebrew. Everyone was screaming. Their words a meaningless but painful noise. At that moment, Mihail detested himself for being monolingual. Only the Claymonts were prepared for Duncan to suddenly pull sharply from the curb, leaving the two other men to collide against each other as they were tossed back. Duncan broke all speed limits and had them out of the small town before either Mihail or Father Petran managed to sit upright.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“You can’t do this!” Mihail shrieked.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eYou \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003ecan’t,” Abe somehow managed to scoff and be heard over Father Petran at once.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“This isn’t a difference in religion,” Mihail shrieked. “It’s kidnapping!”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e","brand":"Scare Street","offers":[{"title":"EBOOK","offer_id":47624378941719,"sku":"hv3e","price":6.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true},{"title":"AUDIOBOOK","offer_id":50109070541079,"sku":"hv3","price":12.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0798\/7209\/8583\/files\/WEB_Butcher_s_Hands_FF.jpg?v=1719574749"},{"product_id":"hauntedvillage4","title":"Soul Harvest: Haunted Village Series Book 4","description":"\u003ch2\u003e\u003cspan class=\"a-text-bold a-text-italic\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSubject B will do anything to get his life back. 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Their eyes were sunken, their faces drawn. They looked as if they hadn’t slept well in days and Clair didn’t care.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003eClair took pills each night to sleep. And it had gotten bad enough that she washed them down with a glass of wine. Only she and the twins knew what was going on, what it was that Shane and Frank were doing to the organization.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e\u003cem\u003eIt has to be them\u003c\/em\u003e, she thought, stifling a curse.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“How many?” Clair asked, hating the stiffness in her voice.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“Three on Monday night. Two more on Tuesday,” Jenna answered.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“They took a breather on Wednesday and Thursday,” Gabby continued, “and then hit us again yesterday.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003eClair glared at Gabby until the woman added, “Another three.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“Damn it!” Clair snarled, slapping the top of her desk.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“At least they’re small,” Jenna said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“The size doesn’t matter here,” Clair spat. “Every single one of them is necessary now. Rousseau didn’t return. We have the One. We’re not losing one ghost in each house. Oh no, we’re losing all of the dead it siphons energy from. It is a horrific ripple in our little pond.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“Do you want us to go to Shane’s house?” Jenna asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“Are you serious?” Clair asked after a stunned moment of silence.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“Sure,” Gabby said, nodding and glancing at her twin. “It’s just him and his buddy, right?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003eClair took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and said, “Were either of you ever informed as to why these two gentlemen are an issue for us?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“No,” Jenna said. “We only know that they were causing some trouble.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003eThe phone on the desk rang before Clair could enlighten the sisters. A look at the base showed a button labeled “Emilio and Sadie” flashed. Something about the pair tugged at her memory but it wouldn’t reveal itself. Frowning, Clair reached out and answered the call.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“Hello?” she asked, her voice sharp.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“Why hello,” a man said. His tone was harsh and unforgiving. “Who’s this?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“Evidently the wrong number,” Clair retorted and slammed the phone back into its cradle.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003eBefore her hand had left the receiver, the phone rang again.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003eThe same line flashed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003eFeeling anger flare within her, Clair snatched up the phone.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“You have the wrong number,” she began, but the man on the other end cut her off before she could finish.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“Where’s Harlan?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“He’s not here,” she replied, warily. “Who’s this?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“This is Shane Ryan.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003eClair straightened up. “Shane.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“Yes,” he said. “Who are you?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“I’m Clair.” The twins leaned in, all hints of exhaustion gone as they listened intently to the part of the conversation they could hear.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“You’re in charge now,” Shane said. It was a statement, not a question.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“I am,” Clair replied.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“What happened to Harlan?” Shane asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“I had him strangled,” she responded.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003eA snort of laughter came through the line. “Good. Well, I have to ask, how do you like my work so far?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003eHatred boiled within her. Gritting her teeth together, she replied, “I’m not. When are you going to stop?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“Just as soon as I’ve crushed your organization,” Shane replied in a voice so low as to be almost inaudible.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“You can’t,” Clair stated.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“Maybe not,” Shane conceded. “But I’m going to try. 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Their eyes were sunken, their faces drawn. They looked as if they hadn’t slept well in days and Clair didn’t care.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003eClair took pills each night to sleep. And it had gotten bad enough that she washed them down with a glass of wine. Only she and the twins knew what was going on, what it was that Shane and Frank were doing to the organization.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e\u003cem\u003eIt has to be them\u003c\/em\u003e, she thought, stifling a curse.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“How many?” Clair asked, hating the stiffness in her voice.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“Three on Monday night. Two more on Tuesday,” Jenna answered.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“They took a breather on Wednesday and Thursday,” Gabby continued, “and then hit us again yesterday.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003eClair glared at Gabby until the woman added, “Another three.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“Damn it!” Clair snarled, slapping the top of her desk.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“At least they’re small,” Jenna said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“The size doesn’t matter here,” Clair spat. “Every single one of them is necessary now. Rousseau didn’t return. We have the One. We’re not losing one ghost in each house. Oh no, we’re losing all of the dead it siphons energy from. It is a horrific ripple in our little pond.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“Do you want us to go to Shane’s house?” Jenna asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“Are you serious?” Clair asked after a stunned moment of silence.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“Sure,” Gabby said, nodding and glancing at her twin. “It’s just him and his buddy, right?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003eClair took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and said, “Were either of you ever informed as to why these two gentlemen are an issue for us?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“No,” Jenna said. “We only know that they were causing some trouble.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003eThe phone on the desk rang before Clair could enlighten the sisters. A look at the base showed a button labeled “Emilio and Sadie” flashed. Something about the pair tugged at her memory but it wouldn’t reveal itself. Frowning, Clair reached out and answered the call.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“Hello?” she asked, her voice sharp.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“Why hello,” a man said. His tone was harsh and unforgiving. “Who’s this?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“Evidently the wrong number,” Clair retorted and slammed the phone back into its cradle.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003eBefore her hand had left the receiver, the phone rang again.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003eThe same line flashed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003eFeeling anger flare within her, Clair snatched up the phone.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“You have the wrong number,” she began, but the man on the other end cut her off before she could finish.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“Where’s Harlan?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“He’s not here,” she replied, warily. “Who’s this?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“This is Shane Ryan.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003eClair straightened up. “Shane.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“Yes,” he said. “Who are you?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“I’m Clair.” The twins leaned in, all hints of exhaustion gone as they listened intently to the part of the conversation they could hear.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“You’re in charge now,” Shane said. It was a statement, not a question.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“I am,” Clair replied.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“What happened to Harlan?” Shane asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“I had him strangled,” she responded.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003eA snort of laughter came through the line. “Good. Well, I have to ask, how do you like my work so far?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003eHatred boiled within her. Gritting her teeth together, she replied, “I’m not. When are you going to stop?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“Just as soon as I’ve crushed your organization,” Shane replied in a voice so low as to be almost inaudible.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“You can’t,” Clair stated.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“Maybe not,” Shane conceded. “But I’m going to try. And now, I know how.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003eHe left an unasked question in the dead space between them and when Clair didn’t speak, he did.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“I know about the One,” Shane said. “I know where it is. And while I figure out what to do about it, how to go about destroying it, I’m going to continue to disassemble the Watchers. A single ghost at a time.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“And what makes you think you’ll succeed?” Clair hissed. “What makes you think we can’t stop you?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e","brand":"Scare Street","offers":[{"title":"EBOOK","offer_id":47624481800471,"sku":"hv5e","price":6.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true},{"title":"AUDIOBOOK","offer_id":50109094887703,"sku":"hv5","price":12.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0798\/7209\/8583\/files\/FF_HauntedVillage-5.jpg?v=1703600947"},{"product_id":"hauntedvillage6","title":"Brutal Lessons: Haunted Village Series Book 6","description":"\u003ch2\u003e\u003cspan class=\"a-text-bold a-text-italic\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSubject B is about to learn a new lesson in terror…\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/h2\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eMarcus Holt survived the Vietnam War. But his greatest battle has only just began. Kidnapped by the sadistic Professor Abel Worthe, the retired soldier is forced to take part in a diabolical experiment. Now known as Subject B, Marcus is trapped in a haunted village, where he must survive one terrifying ordeal after another. All so Worthe can discover just how much fear one man can survive…\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen the insane professor imprisons a former employee in the haunted village, the terrified young man joins forces with Marcus and the others. As the group navigates the remains of a rotting old schoolhouse, they are stalked by the vengeful spirit of its former headmaster. 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Something was wrong in the professor’s collection of houses, and everyone could feel it.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHis team, which was doubled to six members, spread out in a loose formation behind him. The morning sun hung above the tree line, and smoke drifted up from 114 Broad’s chimney.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eOther than the curling, dissipating smoke, nothing moved.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“This is bad,” Hal muttered.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Say again?” David asked on the other end of the comm.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Something’s not right, David,” Hal said, looking from left to right. “The whole place feels wrong.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“I copy,” David replied. “Move out and keep it tight. All watchtowers are cleared weapons hot and will cover your withdrawal if necessary.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Copy. Out.” Hal motioned for his team to tighten up, and together they walked down the cobblestone street. The group moved with ease through the snow drifts, covering one another as they did so.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThere was no sign of the dead Indians, or even of the subjects in 114 Broad.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe Village was still.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThey passed by the clock, which showed it to be almost nine. Ahead of them stood the chapel. The tips of headstones protruded from snowdrifts, and the newest structure, the schoolhouse, stood out obscenely against the white snow.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe door to the school was open, the schoolmaster standing within the doorway.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHe was a frightening apparition, and for the first time since his arrival at the compound six months earlier, Hal felt fear.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe dead man was a killer, which was no different than any of the others the professor had brought in. But this one watched them eagerly.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Keep your distance from the schoolhouse,” Hal said. “Word is he went as far as the chapel the other night. We don’t need any casualties today.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHis team came back with affirmatives.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThey reached the small graveyard and stepped into the heavier snow. Movement became difficult, and Hal thought, \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eWe should have snowshoes for this part.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eBut not everyone was rated for snowshoe work, and firing a weapon while burdened with them was no easy task.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Single file,” Hal said. “Bill, take point. Abby, bring up the rear. We’ll rotate as needed.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eBill, a tall, thick man, took the lead, and Hal stepped into place behind him.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eOrders were to reach the far side of the Village, split into two groups and loop back to the gate.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThis should be done outside the fence,\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e Hal thought bitterly. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eWhat the hell is the professor trying to prove?\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHal had heard David ask for a discontinuation of all patrols, but the professor wanted one in the daylight.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eA show of force\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e, Hal thought with a shake of his head. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eIf he thinks Subject B cares about us, the professor’s not as smart as he thinks he is. David knows better.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eDavid was the professor’s man through and through.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Patrol, this is tower three, copy,” a voice said.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Go for patrol,” Hal said.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Patrol, we have movement on your left, two possibly three hostiles. Copy?” the tower asked.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Tower, we have good copy, moving to engage,” Hal said. He issued the necessary \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"white-space: pre;\" class=\"Apple-tab-span\"\u003e    \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe sun was behind the ghosts, and they were difficult to see.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Keep it tight,” Hal said to his team. “We’re going through them. Everyone, living and dead, needs to know we still run the Village.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eStupid,\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e Hal thought angrily. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eWe don’t run the Village anymore. This is like a damned prison. We’re just as much prisoners here as the subjects are.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eFor a moment, he considered ordering Bill to turn back.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eOrders are orders,\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; 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color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Yup,” she replied.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Tell them to move,” Hal said.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; 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Or is it all just another trap in Worthe’s diabolical game?\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ctable style=\"width: 100%; height: 137.157px;\" width=\"100%\"\u003e\n\u003ctbody\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePRINT LENGTH\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e197 Pages\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eAUDIO LENGTH\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e7 hours and 38 minutes\u003cspan\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\n\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eNARRATED BY\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003eThom Bowers\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePRODUCT DIMENSION\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e6 x 0.5 x 9 inches\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eISBN\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eLANGUAGE\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003eEnglish\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePUBLICATION DATE\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.5938px;\"\u003eJune 07, 2019\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003c\/tbody\u003e\n\u003c\/table\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"product-block product-block--tab\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"collapsibles-wrapper collapsibles-wrapper--border-bottom\"\u003e\n\u003cbutton type=\"button\" class=\"label collapsible-trigger collapsible-trigger-btn collapsible-trigger-btn--borders collapsible--auto-height\" aria-controls=\"Product-content-tab_f3QTgL8782181630231\" aria-expanded=\"false\"\u003e Read a Sample \u003cspan class=\"collapsible-trigger__icon collapsible-trigger__icon--open\" role=\"presentation\"\u003e \u003csvg aria-hidden=\"true\" role=\"presentation\" class=\"icon icon--wide icon-chevron-down\" viewbox=\"0 0 28 16\"\u003e\u003cpath d=\"m1.57 1.59 12.76 12.77L27.1 1.59\" stroke-width=\"2\" stroke=\"#000\" fill=\"none\"\u003e\u003c\/path\u003e\u003c\/svg\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e \u003c\/button\u003e\n\u003cdiv id=\"Product-content-tab_f3QTgL8782181630231\" class=\"collapsible-content collapsible-content--all\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"collapsible-content__inner rte\"\u003e\n\u003ch3 dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-align: center; margin-top: 24pt; margin-bottom: 4pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 17pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #434343; background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eChapter 28: Coffee Time\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eMarcus didn’t bother propping the door open when he entered Christopher’s house. He sat down on the floor and waited.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eIt took only a few minutes for Christopher to appear. The dead man held his bayonet and smiled at Marcus. “You shouldn’t be here.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“I know,” Marcus agreed. “I would like to speak with you.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe dead man squatted down, stabbing the tip of the bayonet into the floor. “Why?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“I want to know more about you,” Marcus said truthfully. “We are to be neighbors, after all.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“If I don’t kill you,” Christopher added.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eMarcus chuckled. “True. Very true. If you can keep from killing me, then we shall be neighbors.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eChristopher nodded, smiling. “You accept death.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“I have very little choice in the end,” Marcus replied. “I will either be dead, or I will not be dead. For now, what more is there?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eChristopher worked the bayonet out of the floor and pointed it nonchalantly at Marcus. “Were you a soldier?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“I was,” Marcus said.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Did you fight?” the dead man asked.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eMarcus smiled tightly. “I did.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“I can tell,” Christopher said in a soft voice. “I can always tell. There is something about us. Isn’t there?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Yes,” Marcus agreed. “It is a different way of seeing the world.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Alive or dead,” Christopher said, nodding with gusto. “We know how the world truly is.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Is that why you carry the bayonet?” Marcus asked.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eChristopher grinned. “Yes and no. I carry the bayonet because I learned to use one in the Army. But I didn’t kill with one until after the war was finished. There is an undeniable pleasure in thrusting cold steel into a woman. Twisting and turning the blade. Pulling it out. The teeth are beautiful, are they not?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe dead man held the weapon up and a faint bit of light from one of the gas lamps outside reflected in the steel.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“So beautiful,” Christopher whispered. A rapturous expression settled on his face. “The first woman I killed was a librarian. She was entering her apartment. I had tracked her for days. From the library to her home. A little bit at a time. She walked the same way, without any deviation. You should have seen her expression when the steel slid into her stomach.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eChristopher sighed happily. Marcus fought back the bile rising in his throat.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“She tried to bite through my palm,” Christopher continued. “I pressed it against her mouth to keep her silent. I needn’t have worried. None of her neighbors cared. She lived in a terrible part of town. Her salary was hardly enough to keep bread on the table. Anyway, she died relatively quickly. I was still learning, you see.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“How many did you kill?” Marcus’ voice was far calmer than he felt. Rage seethed within him. He hated the dead man, yet as Christopher continued to speak, the hate was tempered with pity.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“I don’t remember,” Christopher said gently. “Terrible, isn’t it? I have flashes of recollection at times. But only those. I remember my last kill, when I was still alive. She was the worst.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Why?” Marcus asked.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Why?” Christopher repeated. Anger filled his voice. “Why! Because she suffered the most! My sister suffered the most!”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eWith a howl, the dead man stood up and threw himself across the room at Marcus.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eDespite the comfort of the iron in his gloves, Marcus struggled against the first impulse of fear as it swarmed over him. He twisted as far as he could out of the path of the dead man, thrusting his uninjured right arm out and passing his gloved hand through Christopher.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe iron instantly disrupted the ghost, causing the dead man to vanish. Marcus knew it was only a slight reprieve and he struggled to gain his footing as Christopher manifested a short distance away. It was then Marcus saw the bayonet was on the floor between them. While there was a sense of hatred pulsating from the dead man, Marcus knew the bayonet would not be involved.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eI’m a soldier,\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e Marcus realized with sudden clarity. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eAnd I do not hide my face from him. Not like Worthe’s guards. He won’t use it on me. It’s a sign of respect.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHe nearly laughed, but he had to choke back the sound as Christopher moved forward.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“I gutted her,” the dead man hissed. “Do you understand me? I didn’t just stab and twist and pull. No. Of course not. I did it right. I cut her belly open and took out everything hidden away. As she lay dying, I flayed the skin from her spine. I couldn’t stop myself. 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Their eyes were sunken, their faces drawn. They looked as if they hadn’t slept well in days and Clair didn’t care.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003eClair took pills each night to sleep. And it had gotten bad enough that she washed them down with a glass of wine. Only she and the twins knew what was going on, what it was that Shane and Frank were doing to the organization.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e\u003cem\u003eIt has to be them\u003c\/em\u003e, she thought, stifling a curse.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“How many?” Clair asked, hating the stiffness in her voice.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“Three on Monday night. Two more on Tuesday,” Jenna answered.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“They took a breather on Wednesday and Thursday,” Gabby continued, “and then hit us again yesterday.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003eClair glared at Gabby until the woman added, “Another three.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“Damn it!” Clair snarled, slapping the top of her desk.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“At least they’re small,” Jenna said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“The size doesn’t matter here,” Clair spat. “Every single one of them is necessary now. Rousseau didn’t return. We have the One. We’re not losing one ghost in each house. Oh no, we’re losing all of the dead it siphons energy from. 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A look at the base showed a button labeled “Emilio and Sadie” flashed. Something about the pair tugged at her memory but it wouldn’t reveal itself. Frowning, Clair reached out and answered the call.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“Hello?” she asked, her voice sharp.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“Why hello,” a man said. His tone was harsh and unforgiving. “Who’s this?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“Evidently the wrong number,” Clair retorted and slammed the phone back into its cradle.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003eBefore her hand had left the receiver, the phone rang again.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003eThe same line flashed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003eFeeling anger flare within her, Clair snatched up the phone.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“You have the wrong number,” she began, but the man on the other end cut her off before she could finish.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“Where’s Harlan?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“He’s not here,” she replied, warily. “Who’s this?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“This is Shane Ryan.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003eClair straightened up. “Shane.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“Yes,” he said. “Who are you?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“I’m Clair.” The twins leaned in, all hints of exhaustion gone as they listened intently to the part of the conversation they could hear.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: 21.6pt; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Georgia',serif; color: black;\"\u003e“You’re in charge now,” Shane said. 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But will courage be enough to beat the professor at his own sinister game?\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOr will the subjects finally join the tortured souls that haunt Worthe’s village?\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ctable style=\"width: 100%; height: 98px;\" width=\"100%\"\u003e\n\u003ctbody\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePRINT LENGTH\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003e201 Pages\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eAUDIO LENGTH\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003e7 hours and 50 minutes\u003cspan\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\n\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eNARRATED BY\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%;\"\u003eThom Bowers\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePRODUCT DIMENSION\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003e6 x 0.5 x 9 inches\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eISBN\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%;\"\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr style=\"height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eLANGUAGE\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%; height: 19.6px;\"\u003eEnglish\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePUBLICATION DATE\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%;\"\u003eAugust 22, 2019\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003c\/tbody\u003e\n\u003c\/table\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"product-block product-block--tab\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"collapsibles-wrapper collapsibles-wrapper--border-bottom\"\u003e\n\u003cbutton type=\"button\" class=\"label collapsible-trigger collapsible-trigger-btn collapsible-trigger-btn--borders collapsible--auto-height\" aria-controls=\"Product-content-tab_f3QTgL8782181630231\" aria-expanded=\"false\"\u003e Read a Sample \u003cspan class=\"collapsible-trigger__icon collapsible-trigger__icon--open\" role=\"presentation\"\u003e \u003csvg aria-hidden=\"true\" role=\"presentation\" class=\"icon icon--wide icon-chevron-down\" viewbox=\"0 0 28 16\"\u003e\u003cpath d=\"m1.57 1.59 12.76 12.77L27.1 1.59\" stroke-width=\"2\" stroke=\"#000\" fill=\"none\"\u003e\u003c\/path\u003e\u003c\/svg\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e \u003c\/button\u003e\n\u003cdiv id=\"Product-content-tab_f3QTgL8782181630231\" class=\"collapsible-content collapsible-content--all\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"collapsible-content__inner rte\"\u003e\n\u003ch3 dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-align: center; margin-top: 24pt; margin-bottom: 4pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 18pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #434343; background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eChapter 20: Smarter\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe patrol moved cautiously through the snow, their weapons ready and each member of the three-man team acutely aware of the dangers present. They all knew what could happen. They had watched the footage and witnessed the damage firsthand.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eTheir formation was tight, a triangular pattern that allowed for maximum fire and support. They were in an open area, moving through the center between the watchtowers and the fencing of the Village. All three men knew of the Natives, just as they knew of the dead woman in the new house. While the Indians were bad, the woman was worse.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“I’m telling you,” Lance said, “she’s smarter than Armand’s giving her credit for.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Keep your eyes open and your mouth shut,” Mitchell snapped.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“You shut it,” Lance barked back.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Hey,” Grant said, interrupting them, “I’ve had enough from both of you. Mouths shut. Eyes on sectors.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe two other members of the team grumbled their assent, and once more silence descended over them. On the right, the protruding section of the fence where the dead woman lived in her small house appeared.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Tighten it up,” Grant ordered. Neither Lance nor Mitchell argued as they complied with the command. Tension sprouted between the three of them, all eyes on the house. They kept an even pace, following the well-worn tracks of previous patrols.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe three of them were parallel to the house when Lance yelled, “Contact!”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHis shotgun roared a moment later, then Grant and Mitchell were firing as well. Indians sprang up out of the snow, screaming and charging, driving them back.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eIn the distance, Grant heard the reassuring sound of rifle fire followed by the sudden vanishing of a pair of Indians. But there were more than he could count. Grant tried to lead his men out of the attack, but the dead flanked them on three sides. Row upon row of them, pushing the patrol toward the fence. Grant risked a look at the wrought iron fence. The dead woman was nowhere in sight.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHell, they’re going to put us up against the fence and butcher us,\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e Grant thought, anger flaring up. He fired off a pair of shots and heard the horrific sound of the hammer falling on an empty chamber. Grant dropped his hand down for his sidearm, but the crack of a musket sent him sprawling backward. He tripped over Mitchell and fell to the snow. Swearing, Grant tried to stand up, but one of the Natives charged him. Even as the dead man struck his chest, the Indian vanished, but not before the force of his blow sent Grant onto his back again.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eA howl of glee went up from the throats of the dead men, and they charged the patrol.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eBattered and beaten, Grant was driven into the fence along with Mitchell and Lance. Repeatedly, the dead slammed into them. Lance crumbled and collapsed to the ground, a large crack visible in the back of his helmet. Mitchell tried to run but was struck by several Indians at once. The combined blow was powerful enough to launch the man into the air, and Grant was horrified to see Mitchell land on two of the fence’s spikes. They protruded from his chest, and the man let out gasping screams as he desperately tried to free himself.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eFear attacked Grant with as much ferocity as the dead men, but he did his best to ignore it. He fired his pistol until it was empty, and as he reached for a fresh magazine, the dead men renewed their focused assault on him. His head slammed against the wrought iron fence, and he felt the blow through the helmet seconds before the snap let go and the helmet was knocked off of his head. Grant tried, in vain, to get to his feet.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eSuddenly, he was breathing cold, fresh air, and spitting blood into the white snow. He looked around and saw the dead had backed off. They were silent and staring at him. Grant heard the sound of a voice and realized it came from his helmet, which was several feet away. He squinted and tried to understand what was being said, yet the only word he caught was \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003ehelmet.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eYeah, \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003ehe thought bitterly, sitting back and resting against the fence. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eI know it’s a damned helmet. Why are they saying it’s a helmet?\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eHe chuckled and was suddenly aware that his head was spinning. There was no easy way to comprehend his situation. Everything seemed wrong. Lance was on the ground, not moving. Mitchell was on top of the fence, iron spikes protruding from his chest.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eStupid,\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003e Grant thought. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"\u003eEvery part of this job is stupid. We ought to just go home and count our losses. Hell, who knows, maybe this idiot professor paid upfront.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e","brand":"Scare Street","offers":[{"title":"EBOOK","offer_id":47624593244439,"sku":"hv9e","price":6.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true},{"title":"AUDIOBOOK","offer_id":50112523632919,"sku":"hv9","price":12.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0798\/7209\/8583\/files\/WEB_Deranged_Souls_FF.jpg?v=1719684281"},{"product_id":"shadowking1","title":"Duel of the Damned: Shadow King Series Book 1","description":"\u003ch2\u003e\u003cspan class=\"a-text-bold a-text-italic\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eShane Ryan’s ultimate battle is about to begin…\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/h2\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn back alleys and hellholes across the world, ravaged souls and scarred warriors whisper of the Iron Tournament. A savage game of death, pitting living fighters against caged spirits, all for the amusement of a mysterious audience.\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBut a new challenger is about to enter the ring—ghost hunter and retired Marine Shane Ryan. He’s never backed down from a fight. And he’s not about to start now.\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen a mysterious invitation arrives on his doorstep, Shane finds himself swept into a world of underground death matches, supernatural gladiators, and tortured souls. 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The Colonel doesn’t share the eleven secret herbs and spices, now, does he?” Guthrie said from the doorway, surprising both Shane and the spirits in the room. Shane turned around to face the man, and the chill of the room seemed to pull away as though someone had turned on a vacuum to draw it out. The temperature rose by degrees as ghosts fled. Only Maisie remained that Shane could see.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Are you telling me this is trademarked?” Shane asked.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eGuthrie smiled, and behind him, Grub stood as still as a statue, white eyes staring straight ahead. The very tone of Guthrie’s voice suggested he had been trying to unnerve Shane, get the drop on him for sneaking around. But Shane didn’t want to play.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Not technically, no. But we all have our secrets, don’t we, Mr. Ryan?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Keeps life interesting.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“And may I ask what you’re doing here, hmm?” Guthrie asked, gesturing around the darkened room. “Sneaking through private rooms? Does it also ‘keep life interesting’?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Mostly,” Shane said. “I wanted to see where the ghosts stayed. 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You won’t find one.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“No?” Shane asked.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eThe other man laughed again.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Of course not. I assure you, I engage in all subterfuge and nefariousness in the open. But you see, my partner—the one you are so very much interested in—has a skill unlike any of their kind.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eHe paused for effect and kept his eyes on Shane.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“He can take a ghost and the item they are attached to and pull them apart like he was peeling a banana. These items that used to house spirits are nothing more than remnants now. Mementos of the prisons the dead used to be confined to!”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“This is all about freeing spirits? That doesn’t track,” Shane told him. Guthrie shrugged.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Of course it doesn’t, because that’s not what I said. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eHe has that skill\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e. But that’s not what he’s doing. That’s not what I’m doing. Do you have any idea how much money this is worth? My goodness. I’d be able to buy islands when I’m done. I’ll start my own space launch company and take people on trips to the moon. You name it.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eShane glanced at Maisie, but the ghost seemed as out of the loop on Guthrie’s speech as he was.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“You’re just not a big picture guy, Shane. And that’s okay. The world would eat itself if everyone was a big picture guy.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eYou can eat a fist in a minute\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e, Shane thought, glancing at Grub. The pale ghost had not moved at all. He wasn’t about to risk a fight with Grub over Guthrie’s bluster.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Paint the picture for me, then,” Shane said instead.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eGuthrie laughed again, uncrossing his arms.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Oh, Shane. I like you. A lot. You’re so… tough. You’re the perfect bad boy. Mean, suspicious, skilled, deadly. But there’s a heart of gold in there, isn’t there? A tragic backstory? An awkward romance? I’ll produce a movie about you one day. Give you a more action-y name though. Brock Van Damme or Lance Colton. I don’t know, we’ll workshop it.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eHis smile seemed genuine, making it much more objectionable to Shane. If he didn’t know better, he’d think the man was genuinely trying to get punched, but maybe he just had no self-awareness at all. Perhaps he really thought he was funny or charming or whatever he was trying to be.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“It’s all quid pro quo, Shane. You scratch my back, I scratch yours. Of course, Lazarus doesn’t want money. But I do. So he gets me money, and I get him what he needs. He’s not a real people person, you see. No business sense. He needs me for that. I get the butts in the seats. I get the word on the streets.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eHe’s skirting the issue,\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e Shane thought, \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eand it’s getting tedious.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e What the ghost was getting out of the whole operation was what Shane wanted to know. And of course, Guthrie knew that.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eShane opened his mouth, teetering between a response that would get him killed and just a simple request for clarification. Then his breath puffed out before his eyes. The onset of the cold was swift and so brutal it stung his eyes.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eThe shadows against the wall drew together, and the dark figure Shane had seen in the owner’s box manifested in front of Maisie, next to the table of items. It had the shape of a man, but there was so little form to it that it was hard to say it was the ghost of anyone or anything in particular.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Maybe you’d better understand what we’re doing here if you saw it for yourself,” Guthrie suggested.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eA sound bubbled forth from the shadows, like the chatter of voices behind a closed door. Nothing was distinct, and if they were words, they were impossible to understand.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eLazarus plucked the razor blade from the table. Maisie’s eyes widened, and she opened her mouth. The scream that began was cut off instantly. It was like the firing of a gun, a single loud sound that reverberated through the space. She reached out, and then Shane realized he wasn’t looking at Maisie at all but the afterimage of where the ghost had been, a white and purple glow in his own eyes that then faded to darkness.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eThe selenium bars that lined the room flashed as one. Maisie’s essence was torn away from the razor that linked her to the world. The thin piece of metal fell from Lazarus’ dark hands, discarded and unneeded. Energy, felt but unseen, rushed towards the shadowy form.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eThe chatter of muffled voices spoke again, words or sounds that had no meaning, and then it was gone. Shane’s skin prickled as he exhaled in a gasp that sent a puff of white mist before his face. He felt energized, like he had just been hit with a rush of adrenaline.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Maisie?” he called into the darkness. It had happened so fast that he hadn’t even had a moment to react. He swung the phone from left to right, scanning the room. Metal panels reflected light back at him, as did a handful of relics and items on the shelves. Maisie wasn’t anywhere in the room.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e","brand":"Scare Street","offers":[{"title":"EBOOK","offer_id":47631192031511,"sku":"sk1e","price":6.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true},{"title":"AUDIOBOOK","offer_id":50318906818839,"sku":"sk1","price":12.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0798\/7209\/8583\/files\/WEB_Duel_of_the_Damned_FF.jpg?v=1719685432"},{"product_id":"shadowking2","title":"Death's Cathedral: Shadow King Series Book 2","description":"\u003ch2\u003e\u003cspan class=\"a-text-bold a-text-italic\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eShane was fighting for his life. Now, he’s fighting for revenge…\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/h2\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAfter surviving the bloody ordeal of the Iron Tournament, retired marine and ghost hunter Shane Ryan is out for blood. He’s hot on the trail of Guthrie, the man who organized the supernatural fighting ring. And behind him lurks Lazarus, the sinister entity who draws power from the dead…\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eShane’s search takes him north, to the frozen wilderness of Canada. There, in a remote town nestled among the dark trees, Lazarus’ evil power has been unleashed. A host of spirits have been freed to stalk a nearby graveyard. And they inhabit the townsfolk, controlling them like ghastly puppets.\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBut as Shane and his allies battle these living dead, he quickly discovers the true depths of Lazarus’ evil. 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It was stately and quiet, and the sort of place Jacinta thought she might live in if she worked as a receptionist for some businessman in New York. She was glad she didn’t live there and didn’t have that job.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;text-indent: 36pt;text-align: justify;margin-top:12pt;margin-bottom:12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13.5pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe paperwork she’d found had been well constructed to be misleading. Guthrie had been good at making a loop of dead ends. But not perfect. Every trail had a beginning, and Guthrie had one as well. The company that imported the selenium had to be registered. There was a fee associated with registering a business name, and an address needed to be provided. Guthrie’s name was on that application, and the address of the brownstone was listed alongside it. It was the oldest piece of identifying paperwork she could find—everything began there. She was parked outside the dead man’s house.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;text-indent: 36pt;text-align: justify;margin-top:12pt;margin-bottom:12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13.5pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003eDespite the relief she felt at locating the address and the sense that she might have come to the end of this chain of weirdness involving the mystery metal, she sat in her car, eyes on the building with tension building inside of her. She had shot Guthrie herself and knew he was dead. But the lights were on in the brownstone. Someone was moving inside, their shadow cast on the curtains as they went about their business.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;text-indent: 36pt;text-align: justify;margin-top:12pt;margin-bottom:12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13.5pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003eDid the man have a family? Did they know what he did? Do they know he’s dead?\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13.5pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003e she thought.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;text-indent: 36pt;text-align: justify;margin-top:12pt;margin-bottom:12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13.5pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003eShe left the car and walked up the path to the door. There was no bell, but she knocked firmly, then took a step back and waited.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;text-indent: 36pt;text-align: justify;margin-top:12pt;margin-bottom:12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13.5pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe sound of the door lock clicking open preceded the door pulling open. A short woman with gray hair pulled back in a bun stood in the doorway, eyeing Jacinta with some suspicion behind wire-rimmed glasses.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;text-indent: 36pt;text-align: justify;margin-top:12pt;margin-bottom:12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13.5pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Can I help you?” the woman asked.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;text-indent: 36pt;text-align: justify;margin-top:12pt;margin-bottom:12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13.5pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003eJacinta flashed her badge quickly. “Detective Perez, ma’am. Sorry to bother you. I’m looking for a man named Guthrie. Is this his address?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;text-indent: 36pt;text-align: justify;margin-top:12pt;margin-bottom:12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13.5pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe woman beamed, smiling brightly.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;text-indent: 36pt;text-align: justify;margin-top:12pt;margin-bottom:12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13.5pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Oh yes, that’s my son,” she said. A beat later, her smile slipped. “Is something the matter?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;text-indent: 36pt;text-align: justify;margin-top:12pt;margin-bottom:12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13.5pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003e“No, ma’am,” Jacinta lied.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;text-indent: 36pt;text-align: justify;margin-top:12pt;margin-bottom:12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13.5pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003e“I’m afraid he’s not home, if you’re looking to ask him some questions,” his mother said.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;text-indent: 36pt;text-align: justify;margin-top:12pt;margin-bottom:12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13.5pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003e“No ma’am, I—”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;text-indent: 36pt;text-align: justify;margin-top:12pt;margin-bottom:12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13.5pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003e“But he’ll be home any time now, if you want to wait.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;text-indent: 36pt;text-align: justify;margin-top:12pt;margin-bottom:12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13.5pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe statement caught Jacinta off guard. “You expect him home soon?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;text-indent: 36pt;text-align: justify;margin-top:12pt;margin-bottom:12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13.5pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Oh yes, he just ran out for a moment to get something for dinner.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;text-indent: 36pt;text-align: justify;margin-top:12pt;margin-bottom:12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13.5pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003e“He had been here earlier today?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;text-indent: 36pt;text-align: justify;margin-top:12pt;margin-bottom:12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13.5pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Of course,” his mother replied. “You’re welcome to wait, inside or out is up to you.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;text-indent: 36pt;text-align: justify;margin-top:12pt;margin-bottom:12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13.5pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe woman seemed to have no idea that anything at all might be wrong.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;text-indent: 36pt;text-align: justify;margin-top:12pt;margin-bottom:12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13.5pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Thank you, I’m happy to wait,” Jacinta said, entering the house.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;text-indent: 36pt;text-align: justify;margin-top:12pt;margin-bottom:12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13.5pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe woman stepped back into a hallway, giving her room to enter and then closed the door after her.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;text-indent: 36pt;text-align: justify;margin-top:12pt;margin-bottom:12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13.5pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe hall led into a stairway up to the second floor, as well as a hallway that looked to end in a kitchen. There was a doorway to their immediate right, and the woman stood by it, gesturing for Jacinta to enter.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;text-indent: 36pt;text-align: justify;margin-top:12pt;margin-bottom:12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13.5pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Have a seat. Can I fix you a tea?” Guthrie’s mother asked.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;text-indent: 36pt;text-align: justify;margin-top:12pt;margin-bottom:12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13.5pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003eJacinta shook her head as she entered an over-decorated living room. She took a seat on an old, uncomfortable sofa, and the woman opted for a wingback chair that didn’t match.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;text-indent: 36pt;text-align: justify;margin-top:12pt;margin-bottom:12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13.5pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Is this about my son’s work?” the old woman asked. Jacinta nodded, taking in the room. There were dozens of framed photos on the walls and on shelves all over the room. Some looked to be positively ancient, while others looked much newer. She didn’t see the woman in any of them—or Guthrie, for that matter.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;text-indent: 36pt;text-align: justify;margin-top:12pt;margin-bottom:12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13.5pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Yes, actually. His shipping business,” Jacinta answered.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;text-indent: 36pt;text-align: justify;margin-top:12pt;margin-bottom:12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13.5pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003e“He’s always on the phone or traveling. All hours of the day. I tell him to rest, but he never does,” Guthrie’s mother explained.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;text-indent: 36pt;text-align: justify;margin-top:12pt;margin-bottom:12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13.5pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Has he been doing it long?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;text-indent: 36pt;text-align: justify;margin-top:12pt;margin-bottom:12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13.5pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe old woman nodded. “Oh yes. It’s quite exciting, I have to say. He’s always bringing the most amazing things home from faraway lands.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;text-indent: 36pt;text-align: justify;margin-top:12pt;margin-bottom:12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13.5pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003e“I can imagine.” Jacinta smiled.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;text-indent: 36pt;text-align: justify;margin-top:12pt;margin-bottom:12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13.5pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Oh no, dear. No one can imagine,” the woman stated in a hushed tone.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;text-indent: 36pt;text-align: justify;margin-top:12pt;margin-bottom:12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13.5pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003eJacinta raised an eyebrow. “How do you mean?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;text-indent: 36pt;text-align: justify;margin-top:12pt;margin-bottom:12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13.5pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Something beyond imagination,” the older woman said. The light in the room shifted, like a plane banking away from the sun. The light scanned across the room, and shadows replaced them. The clock on the wall had changed. It had been early afternoon when Jacinta arrived. Now it was evening. The sun was setting.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;text-indent: 36pt;text-align: justify;margin-top:12pt;margin-bottom:12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13.5pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003e“What’s happening?” she asked, getting to her feet.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;text-indent: 36pt;text-align: justify;margin-top:12pt;margin-bottom:12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13.5pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003e“You’re about to see.” The woman gave her an eerie smile. “It’s something that could change your whole world.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;text-indent: 36pt;text-align: justify;margin-top:12pt;margin-bottom:12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13.5pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe room grew colder. Jacinta’s hand went to her weapon.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;text-indent: 36pt;text-align: justify;margin-top:12pt;margin-bottom:12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13.5pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003e“Ma’am, when do you expect your son to be home?” she asked, her eyes darting to the door and the hallway beyond.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;text-indent: 36pt;text-align: justify;margin-top:12pt;margin-bottom:12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13.5pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003e“He’s been home for some time,” the woman replied.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;text-indent: 36pt;text-align: justify;margin-top:12pt;margin-bottom:12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13.5pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003eThe gun slipped from its holster with that quiet rustling of steel on leather. The shadows in the room grew longer.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;text-indent: 36pt;text-align: justify;margin-top:12pt;margin-bottom:12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13.5pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003e“I’m going to need to speak to him,” Jacinta said, her gun trained on the woman as she backed towards the doorway. The shadows crept over the wingback chair, and she realized suddenly that it was empty and the woman was gone.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;text-indent: 36pt;text-align: justify;margin-top:12pt;margin-bottom:12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13.5pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003eA voice answered her, unlike any she had ever heard before. It spoke inside her mind, and the words—if they were even words—shook the inside of her head.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height:1.38;text-indent: 36pt;text-align: justify;margin-top:12pt;margin-bottom:12pt;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size:13.5pt;font-family:'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;color:#000000;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;\"\u003eJacinta fell to her knees as the sound reverberated in her skull. It thrummed and buzzed and overwhelmed her senses. From the shadows where the woman had been sitting, something new emerged. 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