Twenty-Five
Katty shuddered as she let go of the notecard and watched it flutter onto the counter beside the cereal box.
Bea sat before the TV, watching her favorite show—The Gummy Family. Why that was her favorite, could only be explained by her love of the candy. Otherwise the show had no merit at all.
Back to the note. Katty had thought Phil was dead after he had left Bea to burn on the slide in the park. She’d almost burned to death because of him. Surely Phil had been locked up somewhere. Sheriff hadn’t told her he was loose. Maybe she had just … hoped he was dead.
Well, she’d march over to the sheriff’s department and make sure he knew Phil was still stalking them.
She tapped her fingernails against the cereal box. Bet the bike had been him too. So like him. Make others believe
