"Must I repeat myself?"
He relaxed a bit.
"Now, I can't return you back to life, but Icansend you where you belong."
"Wh-what do you mean?"
Not only are his eyes dull, but so is his mind. Or at least what once sufficed for a brain.
"I mean…" I pulled him close and whispered, "God or Michael can deal with you and get you off my hands."
That tiny voice of conscience inside my head perked up.
Don't get so excited. It's not like I'm doing anything nice. I just can't stand his ignorant questions.
Before Jason Cowbell could open his mouth to speak drivel, I blinked him through the time and space and pushed his soul toward Heaven.
Someone, somewhere, seemed to chuckle but I ignored it.
I'm only doing this for Anna. That'sit.
Chapter 26
Anna Sill
Present Day
Thescentofcharringmeat tickled my nose as I dreamt.
Ugh. Who burned the bacon?
I tried to roll over, but stabbing pain ripped through my side.
"Oh God," I gasped. It hurt too bad to be a dream. My eyelids flew open. Still adjusting to sight, I tried to make sense of the scene.
I hung midair from a seat with my hair falling toward the ceiling of a car.
Where am I? What was I doing?
My memory drew a blank.
The searing agony in my side stabbed again. I let out a yell.
Glancing to my right, I could make out a shattered car window, except everything was upside down.
No.I'mupside down.
A slow, rhythmicwhoosh-whoosh-whooshfilled the air. It might have been the tires spinning in the air.
Someone—not me—groaned.
Glass and metal sprinkled the cracked pavement outside of the car and lay scattered across the ceiling.
"Help!" I strained against the seatbelt holding me prisoner.
Have to get out of here.
Another groan, the sound somewhere outside of the car.
