Chapter Eleven
Tasha pulled her Audi into the driveway. It had been a long day at work, and she was glad to be home. She’d picked the kids up from day-care, unbuckled them from their car seats, and ushered them inside.
Next, she’d take a shower, change into something comfortable, and spend some time with the kids before Danny got home in about a half-hour.
It had been over a month since she killed Bobby, and there was a hunger building for more. The phone she’d gotten from Darius had stayed silent, and she knew that if something didn’t happen soon, she would need to satisfy her craving on her own. That idea excited and frightened her. She was okay with killing but not with the idea of being unable to control the urge.
As she started the water for the shower, she heard an unfamiliar ton
