Chapter Ten
Hell hath no fury…
Nearly three a.m., the night was as black as any in several weeks. The storm would come by morning, perhaps not before, but already there was the sound of thunder rumbling across the valley. Amanda smelled the air, sensing the moisture, and other things. There was a disquieting feeling about the town of Birch Valley at this hour. When it should have been as peaceful as the sleepy town looked, she couldn’t shake her agitation Maybe it was just her own nerves. For her own purposes, however, she had put her apprehensions aside. It had taken her two days to let her plan take shape, and once settled on, there was no way she’d turn back; no matter how much her hair stood on end responding to the night, or how many goosebumps appeared on her skin.
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