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When the man’s voice repeats loudly in my head, “You’ll never get away from me,” his menacing tone sends a rush of terror lancing through me. On its heels is the awareness that I succeeded in delivering revenge. That knowledge is so satisfying, it acts like an electrical jolt to my mind, immediately dragging me back to the present.
My chest rises and falls and my fingers fumble to tug off my headphones. I hang them up while my heart thuds erratically and I focus on drawing deep, even breaths.
There’s no doubt in my mind that this guided meditation has revealed some undeniable truths from my past. It’s difficult as hell to imagine myself caught in a toxic relationship with a vile abuser, but that’s not what has invisible hands cinching my lungs tight, making it a struggle to breathe.
I have to reconcile the most alarming truth.
All this time, I really thought I was a decent person. But I’m not.
I’m a murderer who took the life of my abuser.
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DANIEL
Jesus. The fuck kind of voodoo Internet shit is this?
I stare at the results in shock. Hell, Bronson and I need to set this up on our computers. This could be a total game changer.
Not but a minute later, after scouring through the hits and stumbling into a chat thread, alarm razes through me. What the hell did Emilia get herself into?
Another government whistleblower bites the dust.
They all grow a conscience eventually.
Yeah, and that means they bite the dust shortly after.
I had bets on EM making it the farthest. It was a sad day when they ended her.
Don’t know what you’re smoking, but they’re not gonna let anybody live long enough to talk.
It’s a wonder this thread has slipped past their radar.
Yeah, rumor has it the lead guy is a megalomaniac, so he probably knows about this and gets off on this shit.
My spine goes rigid as I reread the mention EM. It has to be about her. EM, Emilia Madrano.
Word is they’ve been doing some shady shit inside there. Stuff of nightmares. My roommate’s brother worked there for a short time before he died. She found a note from him a couple weeks after his death that basically told her he was murdered, but to leave everything alone because they’d come after her if she did any digging.
Anybody keeping track of the body count? They’re trying to say it’s a possible serial killer on the loose. News is trying to pin it on The Scorpions.
Pfft. Yeah, right. It’s just HelixCorp killing off any loose ends.
What kind of fuckin’ shit is goin’ on at HelixCorp? And where the hell is this place located? What did my sister stumble onto? As much as a part of me wants to continue reading through this threaded conversation, I need to do more digging. A few more keystrokes, and I falter at what I read.
HelixCorp is a military-affiliated compound? I stare at the words on the screen. HelixCorp is an unmarked building and only personnel holding the necessary clearance are granted entrance.
Christ. How the hell am I going to find it if it’s unmarked? Not to mention, it sounds like it’s guarded like fucking Fort Knox. My mind whirs with ideas, and as much as I’d planned to use Mac’s ability, I sure as shit don’t like the thought of putting her life at risk. Not if these people in that chat thread have legit concerns.
I scrub a hand over my face, my scruff rasping beneath my palm, and blow out a slow breath. Another thought strikes and my fingers fly over the keyboard. Results light up the screen, and I scan each before my eyes snag on one in particular.
HelixCorp Human Resources, 2 Government Court, Jacksonville, Florida
I commit the address to memory before exiting out of the browser. My eyes cut to Mac beside me, and something sharp twists in the pit of my stomach at the desolate expression on her face. I’d only briefly caught the title at the top of her browser window before I’d lost myself in my own search results.
Guided hypnotic meditation to unlock buried memories
Did it help her to remember something? Her shell-shocked reaction leads me to believe that’s the case.
