Isobel could not look back.
The image of the dying child was still vivid in her memory. Its empty eyes gazing imploringly at her as it lay in its own excrement. It was then Isobel realised that she could not stay. She would alert the police and leave. That was what Isobel had suspected for a long time, the Logan family snatched children. She clutched her over coat close to her body and bowed her head against the wind. It would be a long walk to the mountains and there was no guarantee that she could find shelter. But she had to try, no matter what it took out of her.
Isobel had planned the whole thing out: A maths genius who could make a working gun out of a few coke cans could prove very useful in the mountain towns around Lake Tahoe. Yes, that was it, make weapons and do plumbing, how quaint! No one would hear of Isobel Carys Harrity again.
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I've edited this chapter a bit to make it a little better. The first chapter is the hardest to get right. Please continue reading and let me know what you think.
