Chapter 50It was Sunday night and Thomas was livid. He'd been to the school on Thursday and Friday but there was no sign of Brenda. By Saturday he'd become annoyed but now he was enraged. “f*****g little cow, where are you?” he said aloud.
'She said she'll remember you and she will, she will, your secret's not safe with her, she told you that,' the voice goaded.
“Gotta find her, gotta stop her,” Thomas began to chant slapping his forehead with his open palm.
His head felt as if it was being crushed in a vise and he couldn't breathe in the house. A week today and Nadia would be his, just one week today, if Brenda didn't tell. “f*****g little cow, where are you? Where, the Hell, are you?”
He had to get out of the apartment he had to get some air or his head would explode. It was ten-thir
