The Unseen Empress of Sound
rhythmic thumping.
gh the black f
ound. Cracking
line of light now appeared under the door. The air was thick w
ng crash. A large silhouette stood there,
d. A familiar voice. A v
man with hands like worn leather and a face c
al-laced water. He stopped short when the flashlight beam f
Jesus," h
o touch my burned skin. "Hang on,
The movement sent a fresh explosion of a
raw skin. The rhythmic thumping was louder now, deafening. It was a helicopter, a pr
ave her! Condition is critical! Sever
hands bound with zip ties, a strip of duct tape over her mouth. She w
that led to the farmhouse, but all I could see
to Hank as the paramedics
Jocelyn. He took his vintage trucks and pa
f love' for Sabrina. To cheer her up after she lost the award. Block
the last thing I saw was Hank standing there, a lonely, loyal sentinel in the