Chapter 37
“You failed me, Danny.”
I feel strange, panicky. I beg her to forgive me. A man enters from the dining room. I know him. Angie doesn't move. She stares through me. It's too late; she'd lost her faith.
She gestures towards the man. “He stalked me, stabbed me. None of it would have happened, Danny, if you'd shown up like you promised.”
“How do you find being dead?” the man asks.
Angie shrugs.
Scared and confused, I look over my left shoulder to the backdoor. I holler, “Let's go sledding.”
Angie doesn't answer. The man stands motionless. A big grin. A sneer. A face I know.
Angie won't stop glaring at me.
I fly out of my chair, lunge at him, and grab for his throat. He smiles. I squeeze—hard, release one hand, dig into my pocket, pull out my cell, hold it up, scream, “Polic
