- RORY -
The rain has swept in, drenching us on the beach as we walk back—Dex and the mafia guy leading with their two prisoners. Raya and I are clinging to each other, and it's that dreadful interim when I want to fast forward—skipping to the next part, to the next place, to the dry clothes awaiting us.
The adrenaline is seeping out of me, leaving me cold and wet and with a trail of blood speckling the sand in my wake. And shock is moving in.
Did this all really happen? Am I not in a nightmare again?
My stomach twists watching the back of Hansen being led by Dex, so I'm doing my best to just look at the tiny grains of sand, at my feet carrying me forward, at the angry ocean foaming along the shoreline. But those hungry, foaming tongues licking the sand give me an idea—to steal Hansen and take him out into the ocean. To hold him under.
