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A flush of dread she couldn’t explain washed over her as she made her way through the parking garage.

She quickened her steps and glanced over her shoulder. The deck was empty, but her imagination was full of all sorts of crazy notions.

It’s just the stress.

When she reached the truck, she clicked the unlock button this time and heard a click-click. She reached for the door handle when footsteps rushed toward her. Before she had a chance to react, a solid body slammed her into the side of the truck. Pain ripped through her hip and ribs.

She opened her mouth to scream when a hand clamped over her mouth, making it impossible.

“You’re dead,” a deep voice growled.

As terror shot through her veins, the words of the bishop came slamming back into her brain, a cautionary warning she had refused to heed.

There is evil in the outside world. We must remain separate.

Becky should have listened. It was time for her to pay for her sins.