Haunting-Adeline

My head spins as I try to figure out what Dan is planning. It’s something
evil, I know that much.
“What’s the purpose of this appe zer?”
If Dan has a problem with my ques oning, he doesn’t make it known.
And frankly, I don’t give a fuck.
Feeling the urge come over me, I switch my screen to a live feed of
security cameras I have set up around Addie’s property. She’s home, and
Daya's car is s ll parked outside of her house.
Later, I’ll have to go over more training with her. I’ve gone over several
things she should do if ever kidnapped but I want to make sure Addie is
fully prepared. Not because I plan on ever le ng her be taken, but because
I’m a realis c and logical person and understand that I can’t control
everything.
I’ve been in this business far too long to know be er. Ge ng taken can
happen in a single second, when you’re doing the most mundane thing
that every single person does every day. Walking to their car. Walking in or
out of a store. Pu ng gas in your car. Going on a walk in a park. And some
even force bait to knock on your door and ask for help.
“Well, to get our fill before the main event, of course. We have the
perfect appe zer picked out just for you. One that resembles your own
meals at home. It’s safe to say you’ll join me, yeah?”
My fists ghten un l I hear the bones crack. The appe zer is a li le girl.
One that apparently looks similar to the girl who was in the picture I
showed him at Savior's. He went out and handpicked a girl based on what
he thinks I like.
I’m past the sickening feeling that s rs in the gut and makes you want to
vomit—I’m seeing red now. The red of his blood, leaking from his throat as
I slice into it. The red flowing from his mouth as he slowly suffocates. I see
so much red.
“Of course,” I say breezily. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”