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He leaned over the steering wheel, as if to urge the car forward.
Faster.
Katie had trouble processing what she was seeing.
“Where is he?” Kevin rasped out. The words came out slurred, but
she recognized the voice, even with his face partly in shadow. The
inferno blazed behind him and his face was covered in soot and
blood. There were smears of what she thought was blood on his
shirt as well. In his hand the Glock shone, like it had been dipped
in a barrel of oil.
He’s here, Jo had said in Katie’s dream.
Who?
You know.
Kevin raised the gun, pointing it at her. “I just want to talk to him,
Erin.”
Katie got to her feet. Kristen and Josh clung to her, fear etched on
their faces. Kevin’s eyes were feral, his movements jerky. He took
a step toward them, almost losing his balance. The gun swung
back and forth. Unsteady.
He was ready to kill them all, Katie realized. He’d already tried to
kill them with the fire. But drunk, very drunk. Worse than she’d
ever seen him. He was out of control, beyond reason.
She had to get the kids away, had to give them a chance to run.
“Hi, Kevin,” she purred. She forced herself to smile. “Why are you
holding that gun? Did you come to get me? Are you all right,
baby?”
Kevin blinked. The voice, soft and sultry, sweet. He liked it when
she sounded like that, and he thought it was a dream. But he
wasn’t dreaming and Erin was standing in front of him. She