BOOK THREE: UNLEASHED

I shoot a quick text to Lidia; she’s probably asleep as she has early morning classes tomorrow.

Me: You will not believe what just happened to me.

Immediately, my cell phone rings.

“I thought you’d be asleep,” I greet.

“Still studying for a test tomorrow,” she explains. “What happened?”

“Well,” I begin, “I started painting this afternoon. I got lost in my canvas. The next thing I know, two police officers were ...