Dalia anxiously waited for the call she feared would never come. Nearby, the detectives huddled in a circle. Were they talking about Steffen, she wondered, or just shooting the breeze. For 10 hours, they speculated as to why Steffen abandoned his car on the bridge after a minor accident. Dalia’s head pounded from the incessant questioning.
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What did she know that she was not telling them, they demanded.
Tight in her hand, Dalia held the tattered reminder of their pledge; a binding agreement made when they first came to America: Protect Yourself. Say Nothing.
And she wouldn’t.
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Eric turned to look at the old apartment building one last time. When the fire alarm sounded, the residents hesitated, believing this was another drill. Eric yelled ‘Fire!’ and that got them moving. Some lingered close to the front entrance. Unfortunate collateral damage, but nothing he could do. The mission was too important to give anyone warning. Continue reading
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It started as a childish prank. Go to the old Miller house and enter through the sunroom. The wooden desk stood in the corner. Nick your finger with a knife, just enough for a few drops of blood, and trace your initials on the desktop. The blood pack guaranteed a carefree adolescence, or minimally, a date to the prom.
What they don’t tell you, however, is the pact binds you forever to an insatiable spirit. With each passing year, the demands grow greater. Breaking the pact was not an option.
He thought of this as he stalked his next victim.
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