ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY

As police sirens wailed and flashing red lights filled up the street below, Aaron climbed off the old man’s body and took Abby’s hand in his once more.

“You’re not scared, are you, Abby?” he asked.

“No,” said the little girl.

“Good.”

They walked into the woods.

“I’m taking you to a very special place,” Aaron told her. “You promise you won’t be scared?”

“I promise.”

“You’ll do anything I tell you?”

“Yes, anything,” Abby said.

Aaron smiled.

They headed out toward Suicide Leap.