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Prologue

Through the door, we heard a woman scream.

I stood up from where I’d fallen and used my flashlight to reveal a set of descending stairs leading to a second, open doorway. I brushed the heavily falling snow off my face and walked down a couple of steps before pausing. I yelled her name, but the sound was immediately muffled by the storm, like someone pushing a pillow over my head.

I took a few more steps down the stairs. I hesitated again. Despite how far we’d come, how close we were to ending the hunt, I didn’t want to go through that door. Not yet. The man on the other side had a gun and nothing to lose. All bets were off. One decent shot at us and everything we’d worked for was over. I’d already walked straight into one trap this Christmas season. Why repeat history, with the bruises from that mistake still healing?

“Let’s go,” Theresa hissed, behind me.

“Wait.”

Focus, Andy. Focus.

Why repeat history, but why bank on second chances either? I’d already used up enough for a lifetime. Why gamble on somebody else’s life?

Focus . . .

“We don’t have time,” Theresa said.

“Hold on,” I said, listening.

“He’s going to get—”

She screamed again.

“Now,” I said, charging down the stairs and through the door.