CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
She blissfully collapsed in bed at 3:40. She kicked her shoes off and stripped down to her underwear but made it no further. Even the thought of getting into comfortable sleeping attire was too much to think about. She had just enough time to glance at the clock on the bedside table before she was asleep.
And, almost as quickly, she found herself pulled away in the tidal force of a dream.
She found herself standing in the bedroom of Josh and Julie Kurtz. The bed was stained in blood—even more blood than had been present at the actual scene. Now it was splattered all over the walls and carpet. Some of it even dripped down from the ceiling, collecting in new puddles on the floor.
Her father stood beside her. There was a hole in his head where a bullet had torn through
