A week later
There’s so much noise at the house of horrors, I almost didn’t hear Katherine answer the phone.
“Hello?”
I forcefully press a hand on my free ear to muffle this sound a little.
“Kate...”
I suddenly feel that the government agents are moving around me with a surreal slowness.
“Chris?”
“Kate.”
I’m trying to get away from all this hellish noise: it’s shouting mixed with sirens, and noises of glasses breaking and it’s driving me half crazy. Bodies jostle me; I feel like I’ve become a battered pinball. I can barely hear her through the device. She seems to be breathless as if she had been running.
“Kate, I... I think I did something ugly this time.”
My feet are immediately pinned to the floor. The beating of my heart resounds heavily in my chest.
“What kind...?”
I’m tre
