Hannah
I murmer to her under my breath.
I am carrying her up the gravel driveway to a large home in an affluent neighborhood near Houston, when she begins to stir. “Gabe?” she asks in a barely audible whisper. “Shhhh.” I hush her before she loses consciousness again. The old woman, Dana, opens the door and the fear at seeing me delivering her ‘precious cargo’ personally, is palpable. Normally, the task would have been delegated to one of the operators under my employ. Given the fact that I trust the hunter as far as I can toss him, I will be seeing to it that the delectable creature in my arms is not subject to the hunter’s atrocities.
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