The Newton Prophecies

Chapter 43

Chapter 43

"Oh my God!" The shrill voice was a man's, though it sounded to DiBianco like it could have been a woman's. It came from the hall just outside Clinton's door.
         "Is she dead?" Another feminine voice shouted.
         Clinton rushed to the door and yanked it open. It took great effort, but he was used to it.
         "Is everything all right, Frank," Clinton said, recognizing his neighbor. "What's going on?"
         "Oh, Peter." His voice was flamboyant, his hands flailed through the air. "I swear, I didn't see anything."
         DiBianco gazed at Clinton from the sofa. "What's the hell's happening out there?"
         Clinton shot back a look of uncertainty.
         DiBianco's curiosity took over and he barreled his way through the door. Clinton stepped aside.
         DiBianco made the short trek through the hall in three hasty steps. DiBianco's eyes squinted in the concentrated sunlight of the sweltering staircase. His nostrils were invaded by that gut wrenching stench again, only this time there was a bitter ripeness to it. He recognized the stench.
         Blood.
         "I swear I didn't see anything," Frank cried.
         "She was just there," another man cried.
         DiBianco was uncomfortable around this couple.
         Frank and the other man--DiBianco assumed his boyfriend, dressed in tight black shorts and a pink halter top, his hair beach blond, bright pink lips and eyeshadow sealing the deal--stepped onto the sidewalk and gazed down at them.
         But it was what he saw next that sent him to his knees.
         "Savanna?"

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