Chapter Six
“Are we dead?” Joel rolled onto his side, through the screaming pain in his shoulder. “Is this heaven?” He saw Millie marching toward them. “That can’t be an angel.”
Sam got to her knees, her head spinning. Her vision blinked in and out, like someone was switching off the lights. She staggered to her feet. “That is no angel.”
Millie’s face turned from pale white to beet red the closer she got to the Notches. Sam expected a burst of pure anger to come flying out of Millie’s mouth when she opened it, but only got a stifled whisper-scream. “What in the flip-flappin’ crappity hell are you doing here? What part of discretion did you not understand?”
Reggie pulled himself up by Sam’s arm, which nearly resulted in them both falling back down.
“Ma’am, I hate to be the bearer of ba
