“He looked down, aimed his father’s old H&R 22-caliber revolver and took another shot, this time in the head. The boy on the ground stopped his pathetic whining, crying and pleading and remained 1silent and still.” — Rayven T. Hill Copy Share Image
“neck, and finally dripped like dew onto the forest floor. Drip, drip, drip. He reached” — Rayven T. Hill Copy Share Image
“at the bottom of the waiting grave. He picked up the shovel and set about filling in the hole. He labored for some time,… — Rayven T. Hill Copy Share Image
“Jeremy knew all too well, it had been necessary. Shoving the weapon in his belt, Jeremy Spencer looked around. Except for a couple” — Rayven T. Hill Copy Share Image
“there.” Annie finished cleaning up in the kitchen, went to the makeshift office, and dropped into the swivel chair behind the desk. The office,… — Rayven T. Hill Copy Share Image
“about his father. Father would approve. Finally, he stood, straightened his back and took a deep breath. He bent over, and grabbing” — Rayven T. Hill Copy Share Image
“somehow made him feel pure, whole, and righteous. He was filled with a feeling of euphoria, breathing rapidly, his heart racing,” — Rayven T. Hill Copy Share Image
“When Jeremy had told Joey he’d found a hidden cache of money and jewels in the woods, probably” — Rayven T. Hill Copy Share Image
