She didn’t remember telling the operator that she needed help, but she must have
because the 9-1-1 dispatcher told her she needed to stay on the line until help
arrived. Time held no meaning. People arrived, whether minutes or hours later,
she had no idea.
Jenny placed the phone back on the receiver and physically dropped. The sofa
was behind her and caught her, but she would have sat whether there was
furniture there or not. She stared blankly at the wall, seeing nothing. The house
got busy around her, people walking in and out. Lots of talking, lots of work.
Someone asked her if she needed anything. She said no. They told her to stay
right there, and she did.
Jenny didn’t call anyone else—not her dad, not her sister, no one. She couldn’t
move, couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. It felt like the room was closing in on her.
Her mom was dead. She hadn’t seen a body, but she knew. She knew.
Two men detached from the hustle and bustle to walk up to her. “My name is
Detective Evans. My partner is Detective Crouse. We’ve contacted your dad. It will
be a few hours before he can get here. May we ask you some questions?”
Jenny tried to focus. The detective that spoke was older with a deep receding
hairline and clear piercing eyes. The other was an average middle-aged man that
looked bored with his job. Both men stared at her.
She didn’t know what they were thinking or feeling. Her gift was strongest with
touch. Regardless, it wouldn’t work now anyway. She couldn’t focus! She couldn’t
“Okay,” she said, her voice deadpan.
“Do you get along with your parents?” Detective Evans asked as he took a seat
“The neighbors didn’t seem to think so,” he commented.
Too numb, too distanced right then, she didn’t immediately realize where the
detective’s question was leading, but she wanted to cooperate. She needed to
think about anything other than the horror in the room upstairs. What did Detective
Evans ask, again? How she got along with Mom and Dad?
How could she possibly explain her situation? Most teenagers just thought their
parents didn’t understand them. Well, Jenny really knew for a fact that they didn’t.
“Your sister is at school, and your dad is away on business, right?” Detective
“What happened here last night?”
“I don’t know. I was sleeping,” she said, still deadpan. This can’t be real. She
couldn’t keep her thoughts from all the blood she’d seen. Then: “Mom’s dead, isn’t
The detectives gave each other a look she didn’t understand.
She sniffed, feeling another round of sobs bursting to the surface. The house
suddenly felt too small, too stifling, choking her with its intensity. Why didn’t anyone
understand? A cry exploded from her, and she blurted it all out in such a rush that
later, she wouldn’t remember saying anything at all. “There’s so much hate! Can’t
you feel it? Don’t you see? No one could hate her so much!”
Detective Evans cleared his throat.
“Is that why you hurt your mom? You hate her?” Detective Crouse suddenly asked,
his voice stern. He no longer looked bored.
Jenny should have been stunned by the question, but she was in shock. She said
nothing. Her eyes fell to her lap as she continued to cry.
“Answer the question,” Evans demanded.
“I didn’t hurt her,” she managed between sobs.
“We know that’s not possible,” Evans said. “There’s no sign of forced entry. The
murder weapon was a knife from your kitchen. Come on, Jenny. You didn’t plan
this out very well. You really want us to believe you slept through that mess
upstairs? You’re covered in blood. There are bloody footprints all over the place.
Your footprints. You hated her, like you said. You guys had an argument of some
sort, so you got rid of her.” He stood and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. “Stand up.
You are under arrest for the murder of Savannah Rice.”
As she was recited her rights and handcuffed, Jenny looked at her feet. He was
right, she realized. She had blood all over her.
The room blurred around her, and she fainted.
Jenny is different. She can read people’s minds.
At age seventeen, Jenny Reid was arrested for killing her own
mother. There was no evidence that an intruder entered the
house. No one believed her as a teenager when she tried to tell
them how she felt the killer’s rage saturated within the walls, that
she knew the presence of evil had been there. The police
thought she was crazy, not psychic.
A conviction was never made in the case due to lack of
evidence. Jenny is still the sole suspect, but now, she is doing
something about it. She’s on the right side of the law, an FBI
agent determined to finally find justice for her mom.
The time has come to set things right and nothing will stand in
her way. She’ll come up close with evil again and face the
ultimate choice—kill or be killed in these ACCELERATING
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