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Prologue
Blood dripped from DarciтАЩs elbow, leaving bright red polka dots across the bathroom floor. A trail of
crimson dots that would lead right to us.
I turned the flimsy lock on the bathroom door and then hobbled over to the chair sitting in the corner,
next to the tub. Dragging it to the door, I shoved it beneath the doorknob. One good kick from the other
side would no doubt bust the door open and send the chair airborne, but at least it might slow the
intruders down long enough for us to escape out the bathroom window.

I looked down at the cast on my leg. Who was I kidding? I wasnтАЩt going anywhere. Noticing DarciтАЩs
purse still hooked over her shoulder, I pointed at the bag.

тАЬYour cell phone,тАЭ I said in a hushed voice.

With a look of excitement, she tore it open and pulled out the phone. Her face fell. тАЬThe batteryтАЩs dead.тАЭ

тАЬCan you climb out the window?тАЭ

She looked at the gash on her arm caused by a flying shard of glass hitting her when the mirror shattered.
тАЬYeah, I think so. The bleedingтАЩs stopped,тАЭ she whispered while dabbing the cut with a washcloth. тАЬBut
you canтАЩt get out the window with your broken foot.тАЭ Her voice rose in desperation. тАЬI canтАЩt leave you
here.тАЭ

Limping over to where Darci stood, I gripped her other arm. тАЬYou have to,тАЭ I said in a hushed tone.
тАЬClimb out the window, onto the porch roof. From there, itтАЩs an easy drop to the ground.тАЭ

In the faint light I saw her eyes narrow with stubbornness.

тАЬIтАЩm not going without you. We donтАЩt even know how many people are in the house.тАЭ

тАЬI think two. We heard one come through the back porch, and one came in the kitchen window.тАЭ

A loud crash from the living room below made us both jump.

I gave her a small shove toward the window. тАЬWe donтАЩt have time to argue. Get out that window and go
for help.тАЭ

With a sigh of resignation, she hurried to the window and slowly slid it open. Flipping the strap of her
purse over her head and across her chest, she threw a leg over the sill. With one last look, she
disappeared into the night.

I was aloneтАФalone in the house with two killers.