Chapter One
Saturday, June 24
The beginning was the end. Of all the stupid things I could have thought at the end of my life, that was it. I felt the clay Lucifuge amulet I wore press hard against my left breast, reminding me that it was because of those damn amulets that I was in this mess to begin with. Beneath me the unyielding rocky ground dug into my flesh. Above me, the psychopath who'd murdered Mike loaded the gun.
But I digress. How I ended up the victim of another murderer in...
Published on February 16, 2012 13:16