Unformatted text preview: s. When she got into the lower bathroom alone, and once again locked a door against the world, she began to cry. "Goddamnit, Mom, goddamnit, goddamnit, goddamnit." But this didn't last long. There wasn't time. There had been another death. She could hear it-the pitch of the voices rising, a door slam- ming. Someone actually gave a little scream. Had to be another death. Ryan had come and was calling Mona's name. She could hear their muffled voices through the heavy cypress door. Lindsay Mayfair had been found dead in Houston, Texas, at noon today. The family had only just contacted them. Mona came out into the hallway. Someone put a glass of water in her hand, and for a moment she merely stared at it, not even knowing what it could be. Then she drank it. "Thank you," she said. Pierce was there, red-eyed and staring at her. "You heard about Lindsay." "Listen to me," she said. "It's not a disease. It's just a person. A person who killed them all. This is what they must do. In every city they...
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This note was uploaded on 02/20/2010 for the course WRITING 220.200 taught by Professor Julie during the Spring '10 term at Johns Hopkins.
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