Chapter 13
Madeline never liked the dark. But at the moment, she preferred darkness over the light, and what she might see in the light.
The explosion had cut off the electricity to this apartment wing. She normally despised her so-called psychic eye, but now she tried to switch it on to search the dark corridor that led to the kitchen. As expected, she saw nothing.
No movement.
No breathing.
And no blue dots.
Jo walked through the darkness like a cat. She didn’t call out for her mother. By the sound of her footsteps, Madeline judged she was making a beeline for the kitchen bench.
“She isn’t here!” Jo said.
Before Madeline could exhale a sigh of relief, they heard footsteps outside.
“I told you that gas bottle was dodgy,” a voice said from the hallway.
Madeline darted outside the
