It wasn’t freezing, but the kid shouldn’t be exposed to this long. The temperature seemed to be around forty degrees Fahrenheit. His chest was devoid of hair, so most of the blood had slid down his chest. His eyes were huge and brown in the lean contours of his face. The kid looked to be somewhere between fifteen and seventeen, but underdeveloped. “Here, here, you’re going to have to get into my car,” Sam said, approaching the boy with the blanket. He returned quickly, but the kid hadn’t run off, much less moved. He looked at the new Jag he really loved, with the leather seats he also loved, and walked around to his trunk and found the beach blanket he’d picked up on his recent drive to the Florida Keys. He couldn’t have lost that amount of blood and still be conscious.Įither way, Sam couldn’t leave him in the middle of the road. There was obviously something really wrong, though this kid couldn’t have been injured severely and still be able to stand as he was. The boy didn’t acknowledge Sam or look at him.Īgain Sam swore softly. Tree-laden tracts lined the road the old oaks seemed to bend and moan with the breeze, while multicolored leaves danced on the road and swept around the scene as if they, too, were deeply disturbed. Summer had recently turned to fall, and the air had a sharp nip, typical for Massachusetts at this time of year. The boy didn’t move, didn’t seem to realize that he’d nearly been roadkill. “Hey, what the hell are you doing there, son?” Swearing softly beneath his breath and puzzled beyond measure, Sam jumped out of the car. Sam slammed his foot on the brake pedal, grateful for once that his years with Mahon, Mero and Malone had given him the ability to afford the new Jaguar with the stop-on-a-dime brakes.Įven then, the car pulled to a halt just inches before the boy.
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It looked reddish, like blood, as if the kid had run off the set of a horror movie after being drenched in buckets of the stuff.
He was covered in something slick, and it dripped down his flesh. Sam Hall’s headlights caught him there, frozen in position, like a deer. The boy stood naked in the middle of the road. (And thanks to the house’s beautiful current owner!)Īnd in memory of Alice Pozzessere Crosbie andĪnd for the great, diverse state of Massachusetts.Įspecially Gloucester, and Hammond Castle, We all shared at the Lizzie Borden House. Jason Pozzessere, Dennis Cummins, and all our The fourth book in the Krewe of Hunters series, 2011īrent Chapman, Juan Roca, Dennis Pozzessere, But everything they learn brings them closer to the forces of evil stalking this tortured ground. With the young man's life on the line, Jenna must team up with attorney Samuel Hill to pinpoint who – or what – is taking the lives of those who get too close to the past. Yet nothing could prepare her for the string of slayings once again plaguing Lexington House – or for the chief suspect, a boy barely old enough to drive, much less kill. A member of the nation's foremost paranormal forensic team, Jenna Duffy has made a career out of investigating the inexplicable. But in recent years the inexplicable malice that once tormented so many has lain as silent as its victims. Genre: love_contemporary The Evil Inside Heather Grahamįor as long as it has stood overlooking New England's jagged coastline, Lexington House has been the witness to madness – and murder.
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