Foreboding pulsed across her skin. "Call them, then. Tell them Merry Larson is trapped in this basement. I'll stay here to ensure she doesn't escape."
His gaze widened at the mention of Merry's name, then he nodded and moved back up the stairs.
Shirley watched his retreat. Did he know Merry? Maybe she should warn him what might happen ... She shook her head and leaned against a wall. Priest or not, he wouldn't believe her.
The minutes ticked by, and the silence grew heavier. She glanced at her watch. Perhaps the priest had decided to call the loony bin first, just to ensure she wasn't an escaped nutcase.
She cast her senses into the basement, checking that Merry was still there. The wash of evil was answer enough.
A few minutes later she heard the sirens. Yet she couldn't escape the notion that
something was wrong, that she was doing something she shouldn't. But they had to get rid of Merry, for everyone's safety.
Didn't they?
