CHAPTER ELEVEN
THE WOMAN’S FACE WAS smashed against the glass in her door. Her eyes were wide, black, and filled with terror. Clovis stood in front of the door, his fists raised and his eyes wild. “Holy crap!”
Alf reached over and touched Clovis’ shoulder. “Stand down, soldier.”
Clovis swiped a visibly shaking hand over his face. His eyes never left the woman, whose hands were now clawing at the glass as she made biting noises. “Jesus, Mary, Joseph and their plumber, that was the most terrifying sound I ever heard,” He muttered.
“Mary Rogers.” Bella told them. Her eyes were wide and she trembled visibly. “She killed her entire family and then sat down and ate her dinner.” Bella lifted a hand toward the door as if she could feel something on the air. “I’ve heard all the stories about he
