Chapter Nineteen
Close to 3 AM, the night was cold, cloudless with only a sliver of a moon in the sky.
Petrified, terror breaking her tender heart, Mary had watched from her hiding place within the garbage and green plastic bags a man she thought she knew violently murdered again.
With her knees pressed against her chest, her eyes kept darting at the butchered corpse that laid headless in a pool of blood off to the side of her. The blood was pooling towards her as the man drained his life into her direction and the closer the blood moved near to her, the harder her heart began to thump.
Though her brain mostly resembled a test pattern on a television set, she still knew when to be afraid and when not to be. Even for the most primeval animals survival is a basic thing, and as
she sat
