room again, carrying a photograph that she couldn’t yet see, over to her.
“You’re sick.” She muttered , glaring at him.
“And you are a murderer.” Frank told her, flipping the photograph around to face her and holding it up.
Kate’s jaw dropped as she took in the grainy image, then glanced back up at Frank. The resemblance was uncanny, she couldn’t believe that she had ever missed it.
Her stomach felt as if it had sunk straight to the floor and her body sagged against the wall as the bindings on her wrists became her only support, holding her up.
“Now, do you understand?”
CHAPTER SEVEN
Kate was here.
Annie knew it in her gut as she pulled up to the stable and turned her car to park, surveying the dilapidated structure and forgotten grounds. Trees were on their sides, leaves unraked, and random farming equipment sat rusting throughout the property.
The sun was high over the field behind the stable, causing the yellow stalks of weeds and random crops to stand up taller and glisten as if they were beading with sweat. Nerves trembled through her as she wiped her own sweat from her brow with the back of her sleeve.
Her small frame quietly slid out of the car, gently closing the door behind her in an attempt to keep attention off of her. She continued to scan the property as she walked to one edge of the tree line and approached the side of the stable.
Glimpsing a pick-up truck behind the building, she realized it was the only thing around her that looked like it had come from this decade. She felt her face flush warm as she knew she was on the right track.
Annie reached the edge of the structure quickly and slid along the side until she came to a large open door, big enough for horses to walk through. Peering around the door frame, she only saw a wide empty hallway with multiple stall entries lining the walls. Slowly, she stepped inside and found herself suddenly hit with a scent she was all too familiar with today.
The source of the odor was quickly apparent as she came upon the first stall door and streaks of blood were sprayed across the walls. The tiny room was empty, but the smell of the memories it held almost knocked her over with a wave of nausea.
Annie closed her eyes, swallowing her fear, as she continued down the hall. She passed several more stall doors, but refused to look inside, knowing she couldn’t handle whatever horror this place held.
Kate wasn’t in there, she knew that. Kate was still alive and these halls only reeked of death. She could feel Kate’s heartbeat in her very core, felt it beating with hers, and knew that her sister was still breathing. Annie knew that she was close.
Her pocket vibrated and Annie reached quickly to silence it, seeing Derrick’s name pop up on the screen. She glanced around, but couldn’t think of a way to answer the phone without someone hearing her so she hit the ignore button instead.
She was halfway down the hallway at this point and she could hear slight movements and sounds she couldn’t place, coming from the end. Annie pressed forward, calming her nerves as she focused on her mission.
Focused on finding Kate.
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“Shit, Annie! Answer the phone!” Derrick groaned as he threw his cell phone onto the dashboard of Frank’s car and pressed harder on the gas pedal.
It was already flush against the car floor, but he needed to do something to convince himself that he was moving faster.
His heart was in his throat and all he could think about was losing them both. He wouldn’t survive it, he knew it in every fiber of his being. Kate was his other half, his soul mate, his reason for breathing.
Then Annie was his sister now and his love for her was just as much, in a different way. Both girls meant the world to him and if something happened to either of them, he knew it would be his fault.
He was the man of the family now that Lenny was dead and he had to protect Kate and