Chapter 32
“Get ready,” Jenny said to Charity. “He’s coming.”
Shannon waited at the edge of the river, watching the sun as it fell to the west, her dread growing as it edged into the horizon. She retreated to the safety of her car and the glow of its dome light before full dark caught her. She wondered how Gordon was, and how long he could remain in the dark until He sniffed him out.
Not long, she guessed.
The drive to Feral Park was short and the highway devoid of cops. She shut off her headlights and coasted to a stop by the gate. She almost couldn’t bring herself to leave the safety of the car. She couldn’t feel the fever hot presence of the Bogeyman, just a cold unfocused anxiety, like ice in her chest. It was the place. She was as scared of this place as she was the killer
