Chapter 177

After speaking to Paul and failing to convince him to stay back and not walk into this dangerous web again, I stumble inside the police station, my mind reeling and my emotions swirling like a hurly-burly within. I am indeed intoxicated with the baffling and paralyzing terror of the beckoning twists and turns of the chapter that, until a few seconds ago, I had thought that I had closed for good. But what a misconception!

The brainstorming inkling that the man I was certain that I had vanquished was inexplicably alive is slapping me like a tidal wave. The thought itself is weakening every bit of me. My vision is becoming inexplicably vague, and my steps are faltering as I find myself in a hand-to-hand struggle with a surreal reality that I would like to term a very bad dream.

“What in God’s name is happening? How possibly could this be true?” I forced words in the form of tremors from my dry mouth as my sweaty, uncontrollably wobbling hands felt the rising temperature on my for