Chapter 1
THE HOMELESS GIRL
AS soon as she reached the girl in the middle of that frosty road, Kimberley hurriedly covered her with the thick squad jacket since the cold had eaten deep into her body. The poor child was shivering in pain while clasping a book to her bosom and staring into nothingness with hollow eyes harboring blank pupils.
Kimberley carried her to the car since she could no longer walk. The officer knew it was just a matter of minutes before something very bad started happening. She could hear the girl’s beating heart as she quickly swung open the front passenger door and placed her on the seat, amply covering her with the jacket before slamming the door and running over to her side to slide in behind the steering wheel.
Luckily she had left the engine running, and now stepped on the gas. She only hoped she could get the kid back to headquarters and EMS before any ominous signs popped up.
“Raccoon 5 to HQ; Raccoon 5 to HQ, over . . . .”
“HQ to R5, how can I help you? Over . . . .”
“Got an emergency here, Kate. Little girl got lost, I think . . . need EMS standing by . . . I repeat: EMS standing by, over . . . .”
“On the double, Kim . . . . Hope she’s okay? Over . . . .”
“She’s still alive, though . . . just shivering and muttering to herself.”
“ETA?”
“Approximately five minutes. Just driving past David’s shop right now. Over and out.”
As the patrol jeep hurtled down the street en route to Portwood Police Station, Kimberley glanced at the girl and noticed that the book she’d been guarding was now out of sight. The female officer had decided to inspect the leather-bound volume later, since its owner needed saving first.
The snow was making driving a bit difficult at the speed she had maintained, but she knew she had to get to the hospital before things got worse for her young friend. At present, the kid was going through incredible bouts of shaking while staring blankly at the windshield.
“They . . . are . . . coming . . .”
“What did you say?”
“They . . . are . . . coming . . . ,” the girl whispered again, coughing afterwards. “They . . . will . . . never . . . stop . . . until . . . until . . .”
“Until what?” Kimberley had her eyes fixed on the road before this. “Take it easy, dear; they’ll never get you now . . . whoever ‘they’ are . . . we just need to get you to the hospital.”
“No . . .” She sounded alarmed. “T-They won’t stop . . . ever . . .”
“Just quiet down already . . . please?” The police sergeant felt she was losing control of the situation. Ironically, she was trying to remain composed, herself. She thought she was not doing so well in this department, though, and thought of what else to do in order to calm herself down, as well as her young, jittery friend. “By the way, what’s your – OH, SHIT!!”
A lone figure stood in the middle of the road. The Cherokee swerved wildly, missing him by inches and blowing up snow dust. It veered off the road, its left wheels spinning in the air. For a moment, it was as if it would definitely hit a lamppost, but then it spun round before sliding noisily on its roof, missing the structure by a foot.
Kimberley blacked out when it hit a tree.
The little girl was shouting . . .
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