![]() ![]() “Where are my keys?” he shouted to the empty room. Yanking his jacket off the back of the desk chair, he dug his hands into the pockets, swirling them around in vain before throwing the jacket angrily to the floor. He quickly righted it and turned it on with shaky fingers before his eyes searched wildly for his keys. He grabbed for the small chain to turn on the lamp but pulled too hard, and the light fell onto its side. He scrambled from the bed to his desk, his hands feeling around blindly in the dark for his car keys. “Lina!” Phil Hunter sat up in his bed, looking frantically around the darkened room, his seventeen-year-old body drenched in sweat. ![]() No Part of this book may be reproduced without written permission from the publisher, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages or reproduce illustrations in a review with appropriate credits nor may any part of this book be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means – electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or other – without written permission from the publisher. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.Īll rights reserved. The characters, incidents, and dialogue are drawn from the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real.
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