Sixteen
HE’S COME FOR ME.
The words hang in the air of her office, suspended between us on invisible strands of fear. My heart is pounding in my head as I repeat them in my mind over and over again, trying to comprehend their full meaning.
A serial killer is in Myerton.
And he’s here to get Helen.
“The letter I got here,” she says, opening her desk drawer and pulling out a sheet of white paper, “says it explicitly.” Helen hands it to me.
Against the stark white of the paper the large black letters stand out ominously.
You are an impure woman, the w***e of Babylon, sent to destroy a man of God. Unless you give up your evil plans, you will be vanquished by Saint Michael’s mighty sword. SSM
“The next letter was more of the same,” she says, behind her desk.
Looking at her, I say. “Dar
