The Slaver Gets His Wish 13
Rachel had soaked my shirt, crying so hard. Joey had pulled it together, and he drove the limo like a sports car, maneuvering like he was on the road to win the gold cup. We found ourselves in a smoky neighborhood, the fire engines already parked. Firemen and EMT were running back and forth, but why, I couldn’t ascertain. My house was already a big lump of coal. Everything had collapsed into the dungeon, and there it smoldered…. “Stay here,” I told Rachel and Joey. I stepped out of the...