The first scream tore through the stillness of the afternoon like a gunshot.

Myla jerked awake, heart pounding like it was about to burst out of her chest and for a split second she thought she was the one that had actually screamed because she had just been having another nightmare of the stalker’s hands dragging her down that dark hallway. But before she could lie down back in the sofa she had dosed off in, she heard it again.

A low strangled male scream filled with anguish.

She threw off ...