GENRE: Spec. Fic. Thriller
Keigh just watched a video of Emmaline, her biological mother whom she never knew. In the tape, Emmaline says she is being followed, and seems to physically transform as the tape goes to static.
The question nagging at her now was, who had been following Emmaline? And why hadn't she just gone to the police? Keigh still wasn't sure what she had seen on the tape; had Emmaline actually changed shape? Were her biological parents some kind of monsters? And if so, was she one, too?
Keigh pulled over, straddling the crossbar as one foot sank into the soft earth outside the hard-packed trail. Her throat was hot and tight. Sunlight spiked off the bike's chrome fender, its edges blurred by tears she refused to shed.
She bent forward, resting her forearms on the handlebars as she gave a name to the new emotion burgeoning inside: anger. Her parents death hadn't been an accident. They'd been murdered. Keigh looked behind her at the empty path and nodded, making up her mind. She would go it alone from this point forward. Just being around those she loved put them in jeopardy. They could get hurt, perhaps by someone -- or something -- far worse than Elliott.
Keigh hitched in a breath. Green and Pete were safe for now. And she was not going to pull Owen into this any further.
She pushed off, peddling hard until the scenic, tree-lined path ended abruptly in a concrete curb fronting the bike rental kiosk. She dismounted, walking toward the counter as she pulled a pen and paper from her purse. As she wrote, she ignored both the waiting, pimply-faced kid, and the warm tears that finally spilled over.