![]() ![]() I reach down and run my fingers over the thick wool threads, just to be sure. I’m seventy miles away from the crime scene. The moonlight shines in through the open window, enabling me to see. I wish that he’d killed me along with them. ![]() I’m breathing so hard that it hurts-so hard that I wish for my lungs to collapse and my heart to stop. I touch my stomach, searching for a stab wound. Soaking into the bed covers, splattered against the wall, running through the cracks in the hardwood floor, and dripping over my fingers and hands. I WAKE WITH A GASP, covered in my own blood. For information address Hyperion, 125 West End Avenue, New York, New York 10023.įor those who face their nightmares with eyes wide open. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without written permission from the publisher. Published by Hyperion, an imprint of Disney Book Group. ![]() Cover photograph © Paul Knight / Trevillion ImagesĪll rights reserved. ![]()
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