Evangeline was still running, stumbling over
furniture, steadying herself against the wall. The air
in her lungs burned as she fought against the fatigue
her body was experiencing. Whatever that Doctor had
drugged her with was working its way into her system.
Her legs felt heavier than usual and Evangeline was
sure the intensity of the lighting was amplified by
the excruciating headache that rippled through her
skull. She didn’t know how long she had been running,
nor did she care. All that mattered is that he was
back there and she was well out of his reach.
Evangeline strained her eyes, looking for some
indication of where she was or an exit that would act
as a gateway to freedom from this hell.
Somehow she stumbled and fell and Evangeline gasped at
the agonizing pain that emanated from her shin, where
it had come in contact with a chair in the hallway.
She moaned as one hand nursed the throbbing sensation
that resulted from the collision. But she wasn’t down
for very long. She was immediately aware of the sound
of heavy breathing and quickened footsteps nearby.
The throbbing increased in intensity as she forced
herself up and resumed her frantic escape.
“C’mon, Evangeline” She propelled herself forward,
willing her already over exhausted body to go on.
“Evangeline!” It was a woman’s voice, Celia’s.
Evangeline half turned as she maintained her pace,
noticing as the hallway was suddenly divided by
several unmarked doors.
“Evangeline!” It was a man’s voice this time, Haver.
Her hands impulsively moved to each door she passed,
testing each one, using all she had left to will one
of them open. Evangeline cried out in frustration upon
realizing each door was tightly locked. Her captors
were still calling for her, her heartbeat drummed
ridiculously as she tried a few more doors. The final
door read ‘EXIT’ in bright red letters and Evangeline
heaved her body weight against it, hearing it budge.
She had bruised her shoulder but instinctively nudge
it once more before it burst open, exposing a single
flight of stairs, leading to yet another door with
that equally bright sign.
She almost fell down the stairs as she clutched the
handrail, making her way to the bottom. The second
door opened easily with the help of a strong wind that
almost blew the door from her clutches. She was
finally outside. Outside where it was cold and windy
and wet. The area seemed populated with trees and tall
grasses that hurt her feet. But Evangeline didn’t care
as she rushed through the undergrowth, her excursion
illuminated by only light of the moon.
She could still hear a voice calling, but she wasn’t
sure anymore. The degree of panic she was feeling,
overwhelmed her senses so that all she could
concentrate on was he getaway.
Branches cut into her, whipping at her face, arms and
legs as she attempted to part them. She didn’t realize
that the pain was making her eyes water, her breathing
came in rapid, short breaths, that seemed strained
with the drugs that worked against her. Unexpectedly
the brushwood seemed to thin out, and the trees
cleared. Her feet were numb as they made contact with
the cold tarred road. She would have kept going if not
for the bright lights that blinded her. Evangeline was
vaguely aware of a car skidding to a stop, as tires
screeched on the road and the air was filed with the
distinctive smell of burning rubber.
Her arm moved to shield her eyes as a figure exited
the vehicle and started towards her. Evangeline looked
at the man, could see his lips moving as he yelled
frantically at her. But as the drugs worked their
magic, her knees buckled beneath her she collapsed
heavily to the ground, and all consciousness was lost.
“You said you read it high school,” Copies of three
distinct postcards were being passed around as Antonio
questioned Nora, keeping his attention directed at
John. He was convened I John’s office, with Bo and
Nora as the assistant distinct attorney offered some
insight into what was quickly becoming a bizarre twist
in Evangeline’s disappearance.
Nora nodded, handing back the copy she had retrieved
“They are parts of a poem by Jake Walsh. It’s uh-
about a man who comes home to reclaim what’s his. What
does that have to do with Evangeline?” She turned to
John as she asked. All eyes were on him as he flipped
through the bevy of files on his desk.
“John?” He looked up at the mention of his name.
“I should have noticed it before,” He didn’t look up
as he answered, retrieving a piece of paper from a
file, and one of the postcards.
“About the poem?” Antonio watched him closely as he
“Well yes,” John rubbed his temples. “I mean no, I
mean that’s part of it, but that’s not what I missed.
These postcards they were signed, I’ve seen that
signature before.” John saw all three of them peer
closely at the postcards.
“Looks like a five,” Nora finally said, as John
continued leafing through the file folders.
“That just proves they were written by the same
person,” Bo concluded. “Do you think whoever wrote
these has something to do with Evangeline’s
But John wasn’t listening, he wasn’t moving either.
All three of them looked up, where he was standing
deathly still, comparing a postcard to the contents of
one of the case files. He pulled out the document of
interest from the file, barely touching it before
laying it on the table beside one of the postcards.
John turned away from them, his body tense as he
peered out the window of his office.
Antonio came over to his desk to see what John had
“What is it?” Nora moved in closer. “Did you find
“It’s a copy,” Antonio answered, “a copy of letter
from an old case. It’s the same signature.” He looked
back at John slightly confused. “This is from an old
“Oh my God,” Nora’s hand moved to cover her mouth.
“What does that mean? Who would do this?” Bo walked
past her to the file that John had left sitting on his
“John are you serious?” John turned back to the
commissioner, his face pale and drawn. “You can’t
possibly be considering Steven Haver.”
John didn’t get a chance to answer or respond to the
horrified looks on friend’s faces as a nock came from
the door. A uniformed police officer was beckoned in
“What it is it?” John barked.
“We just had a 911 call come through sir.” He said
calmly. “We think they’ve found her.”
“Did you get her?” Steven Haver was finally sitting
up. He had slowly regained consciousness only a few
minutes ago, after the lethal dose Evangeline had
emptied into his chest.
“No,” Celia stood over him, an apprehensive look on
her face as she recalled the events that had
transpired mere hours ago. “She got as far as the
freeway, but someone stopped before I could get to
her.” Steven could see she was trembling.
When he didn’t respond, Celia threw herself at his
feet, whimpering as she spoke.
“I’ll get her back Steven I promise, I’ll get her back
here and everything will be fine you’ll see.” He could
tell she was deathly afraid by the way her voice
quivered. In some sick twisted way, Celia was bound to
this man forever, he controlled her and she longed for
his attention. She lived to make him happy, and would
gladly giver her life to make that happen.
“It’s alright Celia,” He stood suddenly. Her eyes
followed him across the room. “You did good.” She rose
from her feet and followed him.
“But what about your plan? She almost killed you.” She
protested. But Haver simply smile down at her,
unphased by the nights events.
“It doesn’t matter,” He was still smiling. “The damage
has already been done.”