Chapter 1
Although the shadows were now more constant, which meant that darkness was fast approaching, Chloe dared not open her eyes. She didn't know where he was. He could still be watching her.
Chloe had no idea how long it had been since she had gone over the edge of the bridge, or how long she had lain prostrate in the water, floating on her back like a piece of driftwood. The impact with the water had rendered her unconscious for a while. When she came to, it had to at least have been an hour ago, she had just lain there on the water, wishing she was dead because Cal was. She knew it, she had seen it.
Her dear, sweet Cal had been killed and tossed over the edge of the bridge by that monster. Even as he was dying, blood seeping from his nose and mouth, Cal had turned to her and said: "I love you."
And Chloe loved him more than anything. He was the purest, gentlest man she had ever known. Now he was there, somewhere with her in the water. Dead. Cal had been such a good person. He didn't deserve to be dead.
Chloe didn't want to but she did remember looking into the face of that monster. It looked liked the face of a normal man. But with all the innocent people he had hunted down and murdered like animals, John Wakefield could never be labeled normal.
Poor Cal. He had died trying to save her. And he had. No way would she let his death be in vain. She was still alive and as long as she was, Wakefield would now be the hunted.