The kettle whistled shrilly into the silence. She made a cup of coffee then picked it up and walked back into the living room. The newspaper lay on the sofa, and headlines leaped out at her.Three more dead in Highgate!
She took a gulp of coffee, almost scalding her throat in the process. Merry had to be stopped, before she could slake her thirst on more innocents. She put the cup down and shoved a hand into her pockets, dragging out the locket she'd swiped from Larson's. Obviously, Flinch hadn't bothered searching her when he'd stripped her.
Dark laughter flickered through her thoughts, and her pulse rate jumped. She swallowed uneasily, but knew she had no choice. Merry had to be found. She wrapped her fingers around the locket. A chill chased horror through her mind. Merry's evil had grown.
Images pushed forward, but she held them at bay and sat down. Only then, after taking a deep breath, did she open her mind to hell..