Chapter Sixteen: "Marie heard it as she stood up. A tapping. Soft, rhythmic, like morse code. Something intentional. The woman clutched the cart’s handle and searched her immediate vicinity, expecting to find one of Donnie’s lunatic followers crouched behind her, a sinister grin and a gleaming butcher knife drumming against the metal of the prep table to get her attention before striking. She pictured him licking his lips.”

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