85“I want you to watch how I do it.”
The voice sounded like it was coming from a different room. Maggie wasn’t sure how she ended up on the floor or how much time had passed. The SUV was in front of her and now she could see inside. There were twisted limbs—arms and legs overlapping. Blood dripped down the seat. Tossed to the side was a baseball bat with more blood.
A young blond girl sat propped against the vehicle, Her eyes were wide and looking at Maggie as though something she was seeing was terrifying to her.
If only Maggie could focus on what that was.
And then almost as if she were floating along the ceiling, she saw him. A tall, lean figure with dark hair and dark eyes kneeling over a body with a shiny scalpel. He was slicing slowly, delicately into the skin, beads of blood pop
