Chapter 12

As I stood among the mourners, I began to see, or feel the light. I heard everyone’s heart beating. I felt everyone’s pulses drumming through the rooms. I took a deep breath of the floral-scented air, and all I could smell was their blood. I had progressed past the point of decency. I needed an outlet. A single beating heart. I needed not to go on a ravenous rampage. I could see the headlines now. Hundreds die in funeral home massacre. Director Kane sole survivor.

I opened the door to the office and poked my head inside to speak to my assistant. He looked up at me from the computer screen. “Hans, I have some personal business to attend to. Would you mind stepping out and taking care of the Thurmans?”

“Of course, Victor.” He slid the chair back, stood, and followed me out.