Once Metal's on the ground, I look at Kiley. Her eyes are tightly closed and her body is as still as a mouse. "Hold the doll and keep 'em closed, Kiley," I whisper as I walk over and pick her up. I use my bad hand to release the latch on the bookcase. The safe sits back two feet and is open to make it easier to place her inside if shit goes down. It's just big enough for her dead body, and I can't fight the anger that boils through me. I place her in between the safe and the wall. She ...