Chapter Seventeen
The cool air felt good when the killer stepped outside. She’d a long way to go to get back to the truck. First, she needed to get to her backpack, which held the flashlight. Tasha would need it to locate the trail. As she crossed the lawn, her adrenaline levels slowly returned to normal and her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she began feeling very good. Not only had she accomplished her task, but she had dealt with unforeseen problems and escaped uninjured. Darius was wrong; she was ready for this! No one would tell her otherwise.
Entering the thick underbrush, it only took ten minutes, and she had the backpack. Before putting it on, she took out three granola bars and a bottle of water. Then she headed to the truck, eating and drinking on the way. She needed to text th
