Chapter SixA PROPHESY
Lori saw Drake alive once more, after a long trip away, with a very peculiar gift. She almost hit him, seeing him leaning insolent on her door jamb, then he smiled very naturally, very friendly, like the old Drake from her childhood, and held out his hand. She took the small badly wrapped yellow box, about the size of a double deck of cards.
“What is it?” she asked. The crooked ribbon whispered in her hand and the contents rattled.
“Open it when I'm gone for good,” he said. “It's my first gift to you, babes. And my last one.”
“I want to open it now,” Lori said. “What did you do, Drake? Is it something you've…stolen?”
“No,” he said, frowning. “Put it away, Lori girl. Until I come back for it again, or until you hear I'm not coming back ever. You'll know the right
