CHAPTER EIGHTY-EIGHT
(part six)
Friday evening — 6:45 P.M.
“No matter,” Johansen. “Time to kill the Marlowe child.”
“NO!” Jacob yelled. He jumped from the second floor on top of Johansen. But he was too late.
The Castle rocked with the explosion. The entire wing bowed forward then backward. The hallway broke open exposing a doorway at the end of [...]

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CHAPTER EIGHTY-EIGHT
(part five)
Friday evening — 6:15 P.M.
“I haven’t done it since…” Jill started.
“You have to try,” Mike said. “Valerie won’t make it to the hospital. The babies won’t make it. Please. Try.”
Jill felt motion next to her.
“You can do it, Mommy.” Katy’s words resonated inside her.
Jill dropped to her knees. Envisioning the most beautiful thing [...]

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CHAPTER EIGHTY-EIGHT
(part four)
Friday evening — 6:15 P.M.
Johansen was weakening. To distract Jacob, Johansen began flinging random furniture and heavy objects at him. But Jacob was an expert hockey player. Avoiding a flying Tiffany lamp was no different than avoiding a hockey puck. Jacob jumped and weaved around the flying objects.
Johansen worked to open the kitchen [...]

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CHAPTER EIGHTY-EIGHT
(part three)
Friday evening — 6:06 P.M.
Sandy pulled into the Castle driveway. Always vigilant, Sandy noticed the dogs didn’t come to greet her. Uneasy, she pulled forward to park behind Jill’s Lexus. At least everyone was here.
“We must be late,” Sandy said.
“Nah, dinner is at seven,” Nash said. “Bet Mrs. Valerie is already here. They’re [...]

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CHAPTER EIGHTY-EIGHT
(part two)
Friday evening — 5:45 P.M.
“Mommy?” Katy asked.
“Yes, Katy-baby,” Jill said.
They were snuggled together in the pillows near the back of the chapel. Paddie was curled up next to Jill. With Katy’s head lay on Jill’s lap, they spoke in quiet, intimate tones.
“Do you have a special power?” Katy asked.
“No, baby, I’m hopelessly normal,” [...]

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CHAPTER EIGHTY-EIGHT
Friday evening — 5:45 P.M.
Jacob stepped through the doorway and listened. He could hear Valerie screaming in the kitchen. Valerie’s pain and terror threatened to overwhelm his little brother self. He had to stay focused. He pushed away everything other than his singular focus – Johansen.
Cloaking his mind, he slipped off his boots and jacket. He [...]

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