The car rolled to a stop in front of the townhome.

Jamie scanned the sidewalk before he realized he didn’t need to anymore.  

He’s dead.  You saw him.  He’s gone.  

He closed his eyes, let out a slow breath, released the tension he felt at facing this place and what had happened since he’d been here.  


They are terrible things.

“Jamie?  Are you all right?” John asked.

“Aye,” Jamie answered softly, still looking up at the house.  He dropped his head, then turned to his friend.  “Thank ye for bringing me home.  Here,” he corrected.  “Bringing me here.”

John gave him a half-smile, shrugged and opened his car door.

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