Dead Run
Chapter One
Key West, Florida
Friday, July 13, 2001 11:00 p.m.
Pastor Rachel Howard peered out the bedroom's rear window, struggling to see
past the sheets of rain. Thunder shook the one-hundred-and-twenty-year-old
parsonage, followed immediately by a flash of lightning so bright it stung her
eyes.
She shrank back from the ground-floor window, retreating to the absolute
darkness of the room once more. She didn't want them, the ones who watched, to
suspect what she was up to. They were coming for her. She didn't know who they
were, only that there were many of them.
He was more powerful than she had imagined. Craftier. More vile.
She had underestimated his reach. An error. A fatal one, she feared.
Rachel squeezed her eyes shut, words from the Twenty-third Psalm running through
her head, comforting her. Drowning out the litany of other voices, ones no one
but she could hear.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no
evil; for Thou art with me.
She planned to escape tonight and head to the mainland. Once safe, she would
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