Kanner Lake

Something sinuous in the water brushed against Paige’s knee. She jerked her leg away.What was that? She rose to a sitting position, groped around with her left hand. Fine wisps wound themselves around her fingers. Hair?She yanked backward, but the tendrils clung. Something solid bumped her...

The figure remained still as stone. Leslie couldn’t even detect a breath.Spider fingers teased the back of her neck.Leslie’s feet rooted to the pavement. She dropped her gaze to the driveway, seeking … what? Spatters of blood? Footprints? She saw nothing. Honed through her recent coverage...

Carla stared at the gun and David Thornby—or whatever his name was. Her mind fissured, one side pleading this was some sick joke, the other knowing it was not. Her throat ran dry, air backing up in her lungs. She swallowed.“Please. You must have the wrong person. There’s no reason for...

The whole thing couldn’t have taken more than sixty seconds.Bailey hung on to the counter, dazed. If she let go, she’d collapse—and the twitching fingers of one of the gunmen would pull a trigger. The rest of her group huddled in frozen shock.Dear God, tell me this is a dream …The...