Chapter 44

• Slamming the door of his car loudly shut, Vincent sprinted up the stairs of the same shabby house he had visited a few days back with Hannah and started pounding on the door.
• The muscles around his shoulders were painfully strained, his face dark with rage he never knew he was capable of. Clenching and unclenching his fingers, he waited impatiently.
• His right eye twitched when no one answered the door. Not a single sound came from inside.