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unraveling.
    Mr. Bell lay somewhere inside the home where he’d sat silently waiting to hear from a daughter who’d disappeared thirteen years ago. Li’l Ron managed a small smile at the thought of their reunion.
    His dad helped him to the pickup, staring at him.
    “Nan’s gonna have your head when she hears about all the trouble you stirred up,” he said.
    “Hmm.” Li’l Ron looked up at him. “Dad?”
    “Yeah?”
    “You said you knew of her. What did you know?”
    Greg Sawyer looked back at the house, now surrounded by state troopers and a sheriff’s Jeep.
    “Schultz told me he met this girl. A teenager. Beautiful, sweet.”
    “Did he tell you…?”
    “No, but the way she disappeared…it never sat right with me. But he was a friend, used to be my best friend. I couldn’t…I just didn’t… I mean…it’s hard to see your friend as a killer.”
    “Dad?”
    “Yeah?”
    “Thanks.”
    Greg Sawyer nodded and closed the door of the pickup.

Chapter Twenty-Five
    Li’l Ron stood—his bare feet in the ice-cold water of the creek—eyes closed, breathing in the crisp November air, listening to the shower-like trickle of the rushing waters. Her waters. Her freedom. Her runaway train .
    Sweet Kate was free.

About the Author
    Glenn Rolfe is an author, singer, songwriter and all around fun loving guy from the haunted woods of New England. He has studied Creative Writing at Southern New Hampshire University, and continues his education in the world of horror by devouring the novels of Stephen King and Richard Laymon. He and his wife, Meghan, have three children, Ruby, Ramona, and Axl. He is grateful to be loved despite his weirdness.

Look for these titles by Glenn Rolfe
    Coming Soon:
    Boom Town

Playing with fire has never been more dangerous.
    The Nightmare Girl
    © 2015 Jonathan Janz
    When family man Joe Crawford confronts a young mother abusing her toddler, he has no idea of the chain reaction he’s setting in motion. How could he suspect the young mother is part of an ancient fire cult, a sinister group of killers that will destroy anyone who threatens one of its members? When the little boy is placed in a foster home, the fanatics begin their mission of terror.
    Soon the cult leaders will summon their deadliest hunters—and a ferocious supernatural evil—to make Joe pay for what he’s done. They want Joe’s blood and the blood of his family. And they want their child back.
    Enjoy the following excerpt for The Nightmare Girl:
    Joe rolled down the windows and climbed out. He didn’t like the gasoline fumes wafting in toward Lily, but he liked the prospect of her and her mother baking in the unseasonably hot early April afternoon even less. He left the door ajar, swiped his card, and chose the cheapest grade of gas. As he waited for the all-clear to start fueling, his gaze wandered over to a maroon van parked on the other side of the pump. There was a blond woman pumping gas and another blond sitting behind the wheel. He saw what looked like a kid’s car seat behind the passenger’s seat.
    Joe’s pump said “Please proceed” in a pleasant female voice, so he did, inhaling the gas fumes as he pulled the trigger and braced it to remain on until the tank was full. He felt a pang of guilt at enjoying the fumes so much—his mom had always warned that sniffing them would kill brain cells—but he couldn’t help it. He’d always loved the smell.
    A plaintive cry tore at his ears, a child’s cry, and for a moment, Joe thought Lily had awakened. But when he glanced to his right, he saw his daughter still snoozing peacefully and realized it was the kid in the maroon van doing the bawling. He took a sideways step and saw that, yes, there was a little boy in the car seat, and he was indeed wailing. Little fella couldn’t have been more than a year old and had hair the color of bleached straw. He noticed, too, the pretty girl in the driver’s seat was glaring up in the mirror at her boy with a grim look