Following a tragic incident in L.A., detective Kacey Dean has returned to her hometown of Pleasant Hills, Washington, just in time to be swept up in a series of murders called the Chosen Killings-- citizens of Pleasant Hills are killing people seemingly at random, saying the words "I am chosen" before committing the murder. Kacey Dean has killed the man she thought was responsible, but she's about to find out that the Chosen Killings are far beyond her, or anyone's, understanding.

I Am Chosen

In his mind's eye Hollis was standing at the edge of a precipice. He could hear voices echoing from below: his wife, his daughter. They were calling to him. All he had to do was take a step out into oblivion, and he could rejoin his family once again. But there was something; some small needling concern holding him back. What was it? Why not just take that step?

With each passing second Hollis's resistance faded and the wall of his sanity crumbled, brick by brick.

Kacey raced into the workshop, spotted the firecrackers and took all of the M-80s she could find; four of them. On her way back she passed through the kitchen and after just a few seconds' searching found a lighter, the rod-kind used to light barbeques.

Rushing headlong, she dashed out of the kitchen and back toward the basement stairs.

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