STALKING MACKENZIE

He followed after her as she headed back in the direction of her lover’s place. How did she know what was in his mind? She was too attuned to him. Eerily so.

Was that why she’d been at the Waystation? Did she know? Did she know?

You approached her, not the other way around.

A cosmic connection, then?

He didn’t know how to stop her. How to keep her from reaching the condo of her lover, the ex-cop. He had to stop her. He had to.

He needed to take her to the lair.

How? What did he have?

He had a pickup full of supplies. He could use something. What?

He had to stop her!

How?

And then he knew. It was mostly blocks of city between River Glen and Laurelton but there was that one stretch of county property with nothing built on it. They were almost there. She was rounding the corner. He pulled the truck up close to her SUV, hugging her bumper as she made that turn.

He punched the accelerator hard and the F-150 jumped forward.

Wham! He smashed his truck into her bumper. The RAV spun on the wet pavement and he hit her again, slamming into the SUV’s side and pushing the vehicle off the road....