Blood. Pain. Exhaustion. Those three things swirled around in Becca’s subconscious as she hovered between consciousness and unconsciousness. Slowly fragments of memory started to return. The fire, jumping from the second storey of her brother’s house, the man grabbing her, …
She was gone. Walt wanted to hit something but since that wasn’t conducive to finding Becca, and he only ever did things that were logical and sensible-except when it came to Becca it seemed-he refrained. “Walt, we’ll find her, man,” …
Her head slammed painfully into the side of the trunk as she was tossed inside. She heard Walt scream her name in the second before the darkness closed in on her. Becca didn’t do so well in enclosed spaces, ever …
Lights out, breaking glass, and was that … he smelled smoke. Great. Just great, Walt thought bitterly. He finally gave in to his burning desire for the pretty redhead lying beneath him and someone decided to attack the house. “What …
“I’m not sure I can think of anything else,” Becca said, rubbing at her temples where another headache was starting to pound. They’d spent all day going through every single thing she could remember about her cousin, and anyplace she …
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