![]() ![]() The growl sounded once more, seeming to buffet her and ruffle her bangs alongside the northerly wind. At roughly 3:20 on a Sunday night (or Monday morning), students and professors would be snug in their beds, catching Z’s in preparation for an early start to the work or school week.Īmi relaxed her death grip on the DVD and let it thunk down atop the myriad of other movies and games that had been returned. Chapel Hill, North Carolina, was a college town. East Franklin Street was deserted … as it should be. Whole Foods, Blockbuster, and the other businesses in the strip mall had long since closed for the night. Orange and brown leaves swirled and tumbled across patched black asphalt that still glistened in places from a midnight shower. Swiveling to face the source of that disturbing warning, she surveyed the parking lot behind her and found it empty save for her shiny black Tesla Roadster. ![]() Adrenaline surged through her veins and sped her pulse. She froze, one arm extended in front of her, fingers tightening on the DVD case poised half-in half-out of the movie rental quick-drop slot. ![]() It was not the cool breeze that made the hairs on the back of Ami’s neck rise, but the low bestial growl that accompanied it. ![]()
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