“Sonofabitch.” She kicked the steel door as hard as she could and slapped her hand against the smooth, cool surface. “You asshole! When I find you, you’re gonna wish I hadn’t!” She didn’t need this today. She’d had enough last night with that . . . whatever the hell it had been. She didn’t even know anymore, because after coming back from the police station with Will in tow, the words she’d seen on her door had been gone. She’d stayed up all night trying to figure out if those words had existed or if she’d only imagined them, if she was slowly going crazy or if someone was messing with her. But now she knew the words had been real. As real as that message out there on her whiteboard. As real as the bastard who’d locked her in this closet. She swore again and gave the door another hard kick. Pain shot from her toes and spiraled up her leg. She shifted her weight and hopped on her good foot. Rubbing her injured toes, she finally gave in to the urge and screamed.
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