Chapter Eleven
Kennedy
“Kennedy, where are you?”
His voice taunted me, but it didn’t scare me anymore. He thought I was hiding, but in fact, I was hunting him. My breath was calm, but my heart raced. I was ready to end it. The house we were in wasn’t any house I’d ever seen before. This one was old and run down and smelled like mold. There were weeds growing up from the broken-down hardwood floors. Each step I took was slow and calculated. I didn’t want him to know I was close.
“Kennedy?”
I wanted him to keep talking. That way I could find him. There was a g*n in my holster, but I preferred the knife in my hand. Shooting him was too easy; I wanted him to suffer.
“I’m going to kill you, Kennedy.”
He’d tried once before and failed. He was going to fail again. I knew where he was.
