Chapter 7
4:00 AMThe walk wasn’t long, maybe fifteen minutes from tower to destination, but in the silent darkness it felt longer to Je. He turned back to her several times, hoping – praying – that the silence meant she had gone away. Knowing it wasn’t the case, but hope was a troublesome cockroach of an emotion, one that refused to die no matter how many times you stomped on it.
Each time he turned, she followed only a few feet behind. Too close to run for it, too distant to attempt a grab at the gun. Each time she wore a different face and body –the dead fourteen-year-old w***e from Boise, his mother, his younger sister as he’d once seen her while hiding inside her closet, watching her as she dressed, her body naked and hairless, the starts of her breasts pointing like tiny hills o
