who was the baby’s father.
“I had the baby
Now it’s Michael’s turn to look and wonder if he knows who I am. It’s a dilemma I’ve been facing myself, for three years.
“We have to go,” he says.
I stare back into his eyes, if only because I can’t bear to look anywhere else in the room. Not at blown-away Stephen, not at Penley—
He really did it.
“Everything’s going to be okay,” he says as we head for the door. “We’re done here.”
All along I’ve been seeing four gurneys. Stephen and Penley only make two. Two dead. So we’re not quite done here, are we?
“Wait,” I say, stopping. “What was that noise?”
Make that
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“SURPRISE, YOU BASTARD!”
I spin around to see a knife plunging into Michael’s neck. Once, twice, Penley stabs him before he even knows what’s happened.
Michael grabs for his throat with both hands as a red river gushes down past his collar, soaking his shirt in an instant. His mouth opens, but the only sound I hear is the gurgling of his blood.
She keeps stabbing him. Three, four times.
And she’s not about to stop on her own.
I lunge at Penley, desperately reaching for her pumping arm. She’s so much smaller than me—
I turn and see Stephen’s bloody and bare-assed body sprawled on the carpet. My eyes move from his shattered head down to his arm, until I arrive at his outstretched hand.
I’m scrambling now, making this up as I go along. Just trying to survive is all it is. I’m half running, half crawling, anything to get me to that gun.
Behind me, Michael’s body crashes to the floor with a resounding thud! He’s wheezing and gasping for air, and I realize that I still love him, and that he’s dying.
As my fingers stretch for the gun, I hear Penley’s voice over my shoulder.
“Oh, no, you don’t!”
I yank the gun out of Stephen’s cold grip and whip around, fumbling for the trigger. Penley is charging right at me.
“YOU PIECE OF SHIT!” she yells, and she doesn’t sound anything like her old self. Strange, but in a way, I like the
She raises her arm high, her elbow cocked and ready to pounce, that is,
I close my eyes.
Then immediately open them again.
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Those sounds may be strange, but they’re deadly.
Penley folds in two and collapses right in front of me. The knife in her hand slices down inches from my face. The first bullet struck her in the chest; the second, the right side of her forehead.
I look at the knife, wondering how she would have one in her possession.
She didn’t.
It’s a letter opener. Suffice to say, the kind they would never let you bring on an airplane. Long and sharp. On the sleek silver handle I can see engraved lettering: “The Falcon Hotel.”
I struggle fiercely to rise to my feet, emptying my lungs with just about the deepest exhale of my life. But the relief is short. I look at Michael, then hurry over to him. He’s facedown. His breath is coming in short gasps that seem very painful.
“Michael, can you hear me?”
He blinks slowly, his eyes searching. “Kris?”
His voice is so weak, and he’s coughing blood onto the rug.
“I’m right here,” I say. “I’m going to get help for you.”
But I think we both know he’s beyond that. Michael’s neck and chest are shredded, a gory multitude of stab wounds. He’s lost so much blood already, it’s a wonder he can speak.
“You have to get out of here,” he says. “The police...”
“It’s okay. It’s okay.”
He’s fading on me, struggling to talk. “No, you need to hurry. Run. Get away from here.”
Michael spells it out with his last breath, his final words to me.
His eyes go wide.
“Michael!” I yell. “Michael!”
But he’s gone.
Michael’s dead.
And instantly I realize—that makes three bodies.
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I STAND UP SLOWLY, taking one last look at Michael, and it hits me—
It’s the picture of Michael from my camera. The shot of him sprawled dead on a floor somewhere.
The one I never took.
It feels as if I’ve been hit with a stun gun. Time has stopped completely. The world has stopped. All that continues is the deadly—really, truly deadly—silence.
Then it’s broken.
The phone by the bed rings, then rings a second time, snapping me out of it.