After a long pause, a distorted, electronic voice on the other end, neither male nor female, simply replied with a single, “Good,” before falling silent.
A thin layer of sweat broke out on David’s forehead. “So, sir… the matter you promised us. Is it still on the table?”
The voice replied with another terse, electronic affirmation and then the line went dead.
Edith watched her husband put down the phone. “Well? Did he agree?” she asked excitedly.
David nodded, a wave of relief washing over him. “It’s done. The Woods family is saved!”
Edith clasped her hands together, bowing her head in every direction.
“Thank God, thank God! The Woods family is saved! It’s a miracle!”
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As dawn broke, the sky slowly brightened. Morning light filtered through the trees and into the hospital room.
Lionel had waited all night, but Sandra never woke up. He had even called a doctor to check on her, but was told only that the anesthesia was taking longer than usual to wear off and there was no cause for alarm.
He stood and looked out the window at the fiery clouds painting the sky. After a moment’s thought, he decided to go find Hannah.
She should be awake by now.
When he arrived at her room, he saw no sign of the guards Quennel had supposedly called.
He walked to the door and knocked.
After a few seconds, there was no response.
Assuming she was still angry, Lionel didn’t think much of it and knocked again. But no matter how many times he knocked, the room remained silent.
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