CHAPTER SEVEN
Ilse double- and triple-checked the locks to the front door. She waited, listening to the sound of the Jeep pulling away from the driveway as it moved on to the dusty road, slicing through the forest paths, away from the lake house.
As she stood there, Ilse breathed slowly, in and out. In her mind’s eye, she glimpsed memories, shadows, attempting and threatening to surface.
“Doss. Eleven victims. Blackouts, depression. Poison.”
But even the memory trick didn’t serve to calm her nerves.
She glanced down at the tattoo around her wrist. Take captive every thought.
Sometimes it was easier said than done.
The sound of the Jeep had faded now. But the effect left behind still lingered. Samantha Wright had remembered some things. Remembered the trauma, the danger. Remembered,
