The Unseen Empress of Sound

rhythmic thumping.

gh the black f

ound. Cracking

line of light now appeared under the door. The air was thick w

ng crash. A large silhouette stood there,

d. A familiar voice. A v

man with hands like worn leather and a face c

al-laced water. He stopped short when the flashlight beam f

Jesus," h

o touch my burned skin. "Hang on,

The movement sent a fresh explosion of a

raw skin. The rhythmic thumping was louder now, deafening. It was a helicopter, a pr

ave her! Condition is critical! Sever

hands bound with zip ties, a strip of duct tape over her mouth. She w

that led to the farmhouse, but all I could see

to Hank as the paramedics

Jocelyn. He took his vintage trucks and pa

f love' for Sabrina. To cheer her up after she lost the award. Block

the last thing I saw was Hank standing there, a lonely, loyal sentinel in the