CHAPTER FIVE
They arrived back at the apartment without speaking further. After Emma Jane's dramatic pronouncement about going hunting, she'd closed her eyes and appeared to have fallen asleep. Vanessa was left to drive with only her thoughts for company and she hadn't enjoyed them much. She couldn't quit replaying the sight of someone she'd known, albeit not very well, shriveled and dead in a pair of lacy pjs, looking decades older than she’d been. It had been so macabre. Another shiver crossed her spine as the image flashed through her head for the hundredth time. When they arrived at the apartment, they walked upstairs silently. Vanessa put the kettle on, assuming Emma Jane would appreciate a warm drink again, then sat down at the kitchen table, waiting for something to happen. She'd a
