“I suppose I could do that,” he sighed. What else could he say?
* * * *
Cam didn’t move as the door behind her closed and the heavy lock bolted into place. It all seemed so unreal now, even more so than the last week had been. This nightmare was getting out of hand.
Cam pressed her fists into her eyebrows, hoping that the pressure would take some of the dream away.
Michael dead. Alicia dead. Raul dead.
Cam stopped. Maggie had said that. It was Maggie that she’d just spoken with, wasn’t it? It had looked like Maggie. Why would Maggie say such cruel things? It must have been someone pretending to be Maggie. Maggie would never lie to her like this. Had Maggie been drugged? Had she been hypnotized to tell Cam such a thing?