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Without hesitation, Pescoli walked to the huge cabinet and opened the double doors. Inside were papers. Books on astronomy and astrology were slid into slots. Along with boxes neatly stacked and drawings…It was too dark to see, but…

Her stomach dropped as she recognized the pages. Notes that had been left on the trees above the victims’ heads and more…Oh God, so many more.

Telling herself that she was running out of time, shivering with the cold, she surveyed the room for a weapon, or phone, or computer, anything so that she could protect herself and get word to the outside world, but no luck.

She did uncover a flashlight, though, and when she cast its beam over the contents of the armoire one last time, she nearly jumped out of her skin. There, along with the neatly drawn notes with their cryptic messages and stars, were pictures. Of the women he’d captured. Each one naked, bound to a tree, still very much alive, terror in their eyes.

Pescoli’s stomach quivered.

She had no choice but to leave the evidence where it was, and find a way of escape. For herself. For Elyssa. For the others he’d alluded to.

Where are they?

Where is Elyssa?

Is she here somewhere?

Or is she already being forced through the forest to a lone tree where she is certain to die a lonely, brutal death…