Wendy Griffith Books Novels & Stories

She decided it was better to tie Griffin up and take him back, keep a 24-hour watch on him, and use pure persistence to force that tiny bit of loyalty out of him. A half-zombie body like his was something she absolutely wanted. The more he refused, the more she wanted it. Right then, voices suddenly came from the staff room. "Wendy, what's wrong with you?" "Wendy!" Hayley frowned the moment she heard the shouting. Ned suddenly remembered something. "Hey, um, Wendy and Lindsay both drank the same water Lizzie drank!" Hayley froze. She immediately hoisted Griffin onto her shoulder and rushed straight toward the staff area.

As she passed by the hallway, she happened to notice the door handle to Terry's room move slightly. It was the faintest of movements, one that Terry and I had poured every ounce of our strength into. Sure enough, Wendy was drawn to it. As if possessed, she walked toward the bedroom door and overheard Hudson speaking to Gracie. "And when I told you to frame that bastard last time, I clearly said you should fall harder. Yet you ended up with only a tiny fracture.