Chapter 5We started jogging back home when I suddenly became dizzy and had to stop. “What’s wrong?” Ted asked, his hand on my shoulder, worry etched across his impossibly handsome face.
“I…I don’t know,” I replied, shaken. “My brain suddenly short-circuited. Like it disconnected.” Again. It was like something was pulling it from my control. And then I glanced west, up 22nd Street, toward Twin Peaks, the fog already cascading over and down, blanketing the slope as it coiled up and around Sutro Tower.
Ted also looked up, noticing my stare. He squinted in the direction my gaze was locked in on. “Huh,” he exhaled.
“Huh what?” I managed, grabbing my head as I tried to shake it back to normal.
“Steven Littleton’s house. You can see it from down here.” He pointed to a house nestled mid-hill,
