WHEN WE ARRIVED AT Chase’s, I started gathering items from the list he’d given us.
“He forgot to write down shoes,” I said, crossing off his change of clothing. “I don’t know if the hospital still has his sneakers from the accident. They might have been ruined.”
“He has plenty of other shoes. If I were you, I’d grab some boots. In case we do get that snow they’ve promised.”
“Okay.” I walked over to the hallway closet and found a pair of brown mountain boots. I also noticed a backpack on the top shelf. Wanting to use it to carry the items we were packing, I pulled it down and that was when I noticed something that made the hair stand up on the back of my neck.
“What the hell?” I whispered, pulling the item down.
It was the alien mask. The same one my attacker had worn. Sickened, I drop
