hat, sitting behind bars, he could do nothing. Yes, he was in prison, but his connections, power and intelligence have not gone away. Thores met him in person at the county jail, where she was brought

know why he had chosen her, but the whole country was now rattling about him, and Thores, with her boring monotonous life, only rejoiced at the opportunity to participate in events of such a magnitude, to work for such a person, to distract herself from the mental pain that tormented her, which has not let her breathe for two years now. She was sure that Jack Randall would soon be released, no matter what, and judging by how worried he was about the fate of his wife, he would throw himself into a serious fight to save her. Perhaps he will succeed. After all, he was famous for being able to do the impossible, winning the most hopeless cases. True, he had not yet dealt with suicide bombers, only with those sentenced to life ... but what's the difference? Looking at this man, Thores for some reason was imbued with confidence that he could succeed. And her passion as

d her work here, but she was determined to inform about everything that happens here, as he demanded of her, and what to do with the information that she provided him is his business. Jack Randall is no fool. He should be aware that strange things are happening

as usual, discreetly changing prison food for homemade food, Ca

my husband sent you. B

t you mean," said Thore

h a piercing, all-knowing

tand. Give m

Wh

fraid. I want

- I don't work for your husband, and I don't understand why

by, thank you... Do you want t

Thores

te with the dead, Melinda. That's

ed in a trembling voice, involuntarily

can help find her, right? I can help you right now.

forward and held out her hand. Cold fingers gently closed on her wrist, the prisoner pulled

mom! I

k, snatching her arm away as she

he groaned, not noticing the

fingers of her outstretched hand, urgi

hispered when Thores didn't respond to the call. Mesmeri

ed out of the back room, where she lay down to take a nap. Drawing he

to the back of her cell. Tores, screaming and sobbing,

traightening up, Scavello looked at the prisoner with a twisted face. - Wh

st it. Bursting into the cell, Scavello swung and hit her with a baton on her legs. With a

mping up from the floor. - Don't touch he

azed, turning around, bu

oking and, kneeling down, carefully li

- I beg you, more! Let me talk to her some more! I'll control myself... I'm st

Scavello stared blankly at the women a

r-stained face to her

ake, please! Thores didn't notice that she called her by h

pped when a child's voice suddenly sounded in the cell, which

ed so much ... hoped so much ... How is it, my dear

am anymore. Two years have passed.

no ... probably

g in bewilderment at the prisoner's lips, from which

g old building, almost collapsed... We used to run there often. A

d ... she did not say any

nd I went. I didn't get hurt, Mom. I didn't even have time to understand what happened. Don't blame Dolores, don't blame. She suffers a lot... a lot. On the contrary, you should talk to her because she is contemplating suicid

o everything. I will talk to her. And wi

you where I am..

my girl

not with you, not in this world yet, but I am. Here. In another world I feel good here, mommy. And when my time comes, I will com

urse... I want

om! I'll come as soon as you wan

Go

d her hand. Grimacing, she took hold of th

orres aske

e prisoner groaned.

firmary. Looks like a fracture." S

she atta

started hitting her when she obeyed the order and tu

in rage. Let's just say she attacke

it's

I hear you scream, I won't run to your aid, understand? It's your

nd just fell awkwardly," Caro

ared at her w

cavello and turned her gaze to

to the prisoner. - I was sure that you attacked

ust n

y snapped the handcuffs with the chain, trying not to disturb the injured hand

corridor. Thores carefully held the prisoner's

one like that? Well... who died

Ye

can you? - Scavell

s lips curled

I

g her up. And this brought her into an indescribable, uncontrollable rage. An unknown supernatural force could not stop her, although each time she tried, causing terrible pain, destroying her body, but simply people could - and easily, just waking her up. She endured incredible agony, sacrificing herself, both during and after that, suff

and courage to force herself to experience everything again and again, but when her sacrifice and torment became in vain, she wanted to kill the one who was guilty of this. At times like this, she couldn't control herself. Like being thereimpregnated with this dark power, this evil, this curse. Death. All this penetrated into her, corroding her, destroying, destroying and completely suppressing, releasing th