Chapter 9
Charity sat alone in the playground for almost an hour, first on one of the rusty, creaking swings, then on the edge of the old sandbox, the one where they had found the little girl’s body.
The one I landed in last night, Shannon though with a shiver. Something in there tripped me. Something was playing with me the way a cat plays with a mouse. Not because it’s hungry, but because it enjoys the game.
Nothing happened today though; the park was still decrepit, forbidding, but not the predator that had tried to kill her the night before.
Shannon and Jared watched Charity from a bench outside the tall iron fence, not knowing what to do next.
Finally, with a great and heartbreaking sigh, Charity rose and left the playground. They met her just outside the gate, the spot where
