Book Three: Chapter 58

Letting out a scream, Dana made it to her feet and bolted. She didn’t go back where she came-a dark shadow had already slammed the front door open. Instead, she ran down the hallway behind the kitchen and out the back door. Running up to her car, she saw that the tires had been slashed.

“Fuck!” Dana heard the back door slam. Without looking back, she raced into the garage, bolting the door behind her. Running across the concrete pad of her garage, she raced up the stairs, frantically trying to call the police on her cell. Strangely, her phone had no signal.

The door to her apartment splintered inward, and the landlady stumbled in, followed by the driver of the town car. They walked with purpose, their blank eyes fixed on her.

“If I bring you to him, he said he’ll let me go,” the landlady explained, stomping up the steps. Dana looked at the window, wondering if she could jump out of it and land without breaking her leg. She should have run literally anywhere else-sh