Dan watched it, wondering at the bird’s strength. Somehow, they were connected. Dan couldn’t understand how, but he sensed the Crow’s thoughts urging him onward. But Dan wasn’t ready to move. Not yet. The bird had brought him back from beyond the veil. He knew that. One tap of its beak upon his chained prison and the fatal gunshot wound to his chest had scarred over, and his heart had begun to beat again. Another tap and the tom ligaments and smashed cartilage in his knee healed. One final tap and his shredded shoulder muscles knit together, filling his flesh like cold, hard cemetery marble. Dan was strong now, strong enough to pound a chained freezer door off its hinges. But his strength did not bring him joy, for the Crow had not resurrected Leticia. Her corpse still lay inside the white tomb. Her skin was stained crimson, and Dan was reminded of the roses he’d brought for Leti just a few hours ago.
