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In the backseat of a car up on blocks in someone’s side yard six streets away, Jason curled into a ball. The gun hung heavy in the pocket of his hoodie. The voices told him what to do. But the man didn’t die. And Dr. Ellis locked herself in that house. If he didn’t get to her, didn’t convince her that they were meant to be together, then the voices would win. He was afraid of what they would tell him to do, terrified he would have no choice but to obey.
No patrols, no helicopters, no dogs. Cars and choppers couldn’t find where he hid. And since there was no item with his scent, the dogs wouldn’t be able to track him. He was safe for now, so he closed his eyes and tried to think. The voices were too loud. Shut up, shut up, shut up! he told them. Humming used to work. Jason tried it and
