She’d dreamed of him before, but never s
o vivid. He was always shrouded. Shadowsmasking his face, and a great distance separated them. Tonight, she felt his touch, glimpsed hisface.
“It was just a dream.” She heaved a disappointed sigh and
adjusted her twisted flannel
.A breeze fluttered the curtains and stirred the surprisingly thick October air. A putridodor flooded the small the bedroom. Gagging, Alexis pressed a fist to her lips as her heartkicked into another gallop. Her gaze darted around the moonlight dappled bedroom of her
No one lurked.
The raised hairs on the back of her neck didn’t buy it.
She reached for her gun, slid thecovers off, and slipped from the bed. Her thoughts turned to Daniel Nicolis, The VillageStrangler. The last time she had seen h
im he was climbing out the freezer at the M.E.’s office
like it was an Olympic sport. The department was in deep denial. They claimed he must not
have been dead. Yeah, it’d happened before, but how many walking dead had taken a header
out of a high story window. And the person that gave him the final shove was stash in here,sleeping in the opposite bedroom.It could be him, back to even the score.She opened her bedroom door and eased out. The dim hall smelled of carpet fresh froma recent vacuuming.