Chapter twenty
Jonah
Besides being hooked up to a dozen machines, there isn’t much to indicate that Emmerson had a heart attack. He puts down the TV remote and frowns as Cole and I approach the bed. Cole hangs back, her hands shoved into her coat pockets.
Even my nerves seem like bundles of unbridled energy, but there doesn’t seem to be another way to get the answers before anything else happens—before anyone else dies. “Not to be disrespectful, sir. But if you know what’s after Kaylyn, you need to help us stop it.”
He stares intently at me for a moment, slowly shaking his head. “You shouldn’t have let her in the hotel. There’s nothing that can be done, now. It’s like a goddamn bloodhound straight from hell. Now that it has her scent again, it won’t stop.”
“What is it?” I ask. “And ho
