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A scream leaps from my mouth, fear slicing my bravado in half. I run for the back door I used the other night, knowing it could be locked but willing to throw my body through it if I have to.
The door to my left suddenly swings open, and the hulking figure of Master Hill lunges through, slamming me hard against the wall, knocking the air from my lungs.
“You killed my wife!” He screams, baring his teeth, a waft of smoke engulfing us from the stench of his clothes. His hands wrap around my throat as I try to push him back, my fists flailing in desperation as he squeezes tight.
“Fucking kill her!” Julie screams as she nears us, my eyes darting to her in a desperate plea for help. She’s not going to help me, though. She’s the one that was trying to shoot me, the barrel of the gun now pointed at my head.
Loud pops fill the air right before the house creaks with a groan, straining under the engulfed second floor right above us.
I realise that this is it. I’m going to die here in this house of horrors as the ceiling starts to give way around us and flames lick up the walls. As Master tightens his grip and darkness dances at the edges of my vision, I grab hold of his shirt, hoping I can hold him there long enough for the flames to take him too.
There’s no way I’m going to hell without him joining me.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Shaun
Rhys’ sister Charlotte rushes into the room with the click of heels behind her. All eyes turn to her and the two blonde women who stroll in, demanding everyone’s attention by their presence alone.
“Mum. Dad. This is Bec and Amanda Angel. They are the founders of Angel Org, and they have some information that could help us find Rhys.”
Cynthia Rogan leaps from the theatre seat she crumpled in a few minutes ago. “What? What do you know?”
“Excuse me? Who are you exactly?” Officer Zimora asks, and the tallest blonde looks him up and down, raising a perfectly shaped brow.
“I’m Amanda, and we’re the Angel sisters. Our organisation provides support services for girls and women, and we were recently made aware of the situation with Rhys.”
“One of our consultants recently did a podcast that I believe gave you the location of Julie Bates.” The other blonde explains, and I assume she must be Bec, since the other one is Amanda.
“Oh, yes.” Recognition flicks over Officer Zimora’s expression.
“Well? What do you know?” Cynthia practically yells, clearly frustrated with the hold-up.
My eyes dart to the guys as they stand, too, desperate for information that may help us find our girl. Tyler’s expression is pinched. He looks like a scary fucker, his eyes dark with the anger he’s trying to contain.
Bec steps forward, handing a manilla folder to Officer Zimora, and I swear we all hold our breath as we wait.
Then, four things happen at once.
I get a message on my phone. Officer Kent rushes into the room, holding a piece of paper. Officer Zimora’s eyes widen as he looks over the information in the folder and a female officer runs into the room, nearly crashing into Officer Kent.
I take out my phone to read the message.
Derek
Vixen’s Lodge is on fire, and we heard gunshots.
“Jason.” Officer Kent barks. “We got a hit on the number plates. They belong to a guy named Brock Pappas.”
My eyes dart up. Brock? As in Brock from the Feast? I turn to find Tyler, who is already rushing towards the door.
“Officer Zimora?” The female officer calls. “We have an open line on a call from a young female asking for police help out at Vixen’s Lodge. She seems to have dropped the phone but left the call active.”
Officer Zimora looks up from the folder, glaring at the Angel sisters. “This information is accurate? Terence Hill is Brian Bates’ brother?”
That’s all we need to know. I’m on Ty’s heels, racing out of the house towards his car. He has tunnel vision right now, not even noticing me leap in the front seat and Gaz, Marcus and Simon climbing in the back before he peels off down the road.
“Derek messaged me just now.” I pant, my heart in my throat as fear grips me. “Vixen’s Lodge is on fire, and he heard gunshots.”
