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“She’s right. We have to get her out of this town,” Leonard tells Logan.
“We just can’t let anyone know that’s what we’re doing, considering that’s against protocol.”
They both grow quiet for a moment. “She knew they’d come for her,” Logan says quietly.
“Yeah, and if she hadn’t been here, there’d be two different bodies lying at our feet right now,” Leonard says, sounding as if he’s defending me.
So he’s compromised?
I touch my cheek, finding that my fingertips burn the exposed flesh the bullet grazed. That’s going to leave a scar. Stupid fucker.
I should have stabbed him harder, dragged out the pain. I would have if not for the fact a child could have walked in and saw the horrors for herself.
“Find out who these two are. I’m sure they’re linked to the sheriff somehow.”
“Why come after the widow, though?” Leonard asks.
“Because I have something you need,” Cheyenne tells them, apparently surprising them with her reentry. “My daughter is packing a bag and putting on clothes. My husband went to the basement regularly, and I never thought anything of it. He’d go down there for just a few minutes at a time. There’s a loose floor plank down there, and I never questioned why he wouldn’t fix it until today.”
I listen as footsteps disappear into the basement, and very cautiously, I try to hear if anyone stayed here. It’d make sense for one to stay here, considering a child could walk down and into the massacre show I’ve left on display.
“Get the daughter to the car without letting her see this,” I hear Logan saying as he comes up the stairs again. “And take this with you.”
It feels like I’ve been in this closet forever.
“Where are you going?” Leonard asks.
“With you. Come on. There may be more coming if the sheriff doesn’t hear back from them.”
I blow out a breath, relieved when I hear the rustle of them leaving. When the front door sh
uts—the best it can, since it’s broken—I finally peer out of the crack I make in the door.
When the coast is clear, I dart to the backdoor, and with light footsteps finally leave the damn house behind.
I hear the sound of doors opening and closing as I retreat into the woods, cursing the leaves for crunching under my feet as the chill kisses my bloodstained skin and hair.
My retreat isn’t too quiet, but they’re so caught up in getting her out of here, that I doubt they notice. Finally, I find the path I beat out earlier, the leaves too damaged and broken to crunch beneath my feet, and I quicken my pace. I’m leaving a bloody trail right to my house if I go directly there.
Searching the area around me, I strip out of the hoodie I’m wearing. Then I kick off the boots, opting to wear socks only. Just as quickly, I peel away the top layer of pants, pulling a bag out of the back pocket. I unfold the bag then toss all the bloody apparel into it. My leggings catch a chill from the night, but there’s also a chill that shoots up my spine.
My eyes dart around, but all is silent. Nothing is moving.
Why does it feel like someone is watching me?
I finish closing up the bag, checking to make sure no blood is dripping. After one last wary glance at my surroundings, I turn and start jogging in my socked feet back to the house, ignoring the way the twigs and acorns try to hobble me.
Pain is something I learned to ignore a long time ago.
But ignoring the sensation that someone is watching me is harder to let go of.
Maybe I’m being paranoid, but I doubt it.
I turn again, but hear nothing and see no motion.
Then, like every fucking horror movie I’ve ever seen, a chill rides up my spine, and I know without a doubt someone is directly behind me.
I drop the bag and spin, bringing my elbow up to collide with a face, but a hand grabs it, and my breath seizes as another hand comes around, grabbing my other arm. In one smooth motion, I’m shoved against a tree, and a hard body bears against mine.
