Every Second. Rick Mofina

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       Epilogue

       Acknowledgments

       Extract

       Copyright

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      Roseoak Park, New York

      Lori Fulton woke in the darkness of her bedroom to a strange pressure covering her mouth, forcing her head deep into her pillow.

      A hideous face glared down at her.

      Straining to breathe, Lori thought: I’m dreaming! Then her eyes flicked to her husband’s side of the bed. It was empty.

      Where’s Dan? What’s happening? Wake up!

      At the peel of duct tape and the guttural noises of a struggle nearby, Lori’s brain thundered awake with the horrible realization that the man above her was real. Again, she thought of her husband and her son.

      Where’s Dan? Where’s Billy?

      She thrashed against her attacker, who countered by seizing her throat.

      “Don’t move!”

      The lights switched on and she saw Dan was across the room in his T-shirt and boxers, on his knees, hands bound behind his back. A band of tape sealed his mouth. Blood webbed down