She took a few steady breaths. Her throat tightened, her heart pounding.
Seven years to the day. Seven years to the hour.
Everyone else might have insisted on it being a coincidence, but Caitlin had never believed it. And never less so than when she’d risked her new job to break into the department’s secret archives – a furtive endeavour that led to her uncovering her only clue. The psychics’ independent reports had specified both her parents had had their astral bodies torn out and, with them, their souls – souls that were subsequently trapped and not at rest. It was information that never made it onto the official database, information that had instead been shoved away in some dusty old filing box at the back of a disused storeroom never to see the light of day.
But her findings had only reinforced her logic that whatever had killed them was coming for her next.
Coming for her in less than five days’ time – the anniversary of their deaths