Then the strained rumbling of a semi going uphill.

Freeway noises.

Yet the sounds were as distant as before. Was she walking in circles? Toward the noises? Away from the noise? She was disoriented, lost, and scared.

A chill ran down her spine. She spun around, her eyes catching a glimpse of a shadow.

Or did they?

She was seeing things.

A turn to her left, something darted out of sight.

Her imagination playing head games.

Stop it! she ordered herself.

She began to sweat, clay-cold fingers now slippery wet. She rubbed clammy fingers on her skirt. Looked all around.

Go back to the car!

Where was the car?

Moisture poured off her forehead.

She turned around, heels going clack, clack, clack, clack . . .

Noises followed her.

She stopped cold in her tracks.

Silence.

She continued on, then heard the foreign noises again.

Little pat-pat noises. Rubber-soled shoes-like rodents scurrying in the attic.

Again she stopped.

And so did the noises.

What to do! What to do!

Julian!

Son of a b.i.t.c.h!

This time he was going to get her.

Or so he thought!

She willed herself to breathe slowly, rubbed her hands together.

She took a few steps forward.

Clack, clack, clack, followed by pat, pat, pat.

She stopped walking.

So did he.

She pivoted around.

Nothing to see. Nothing to hear. A quiet night except for the rapid inhalations of her own breathing. Slowly she made out distant echoes.

A few more steps.

She stopped, jerked her head over her shoulder. Saw nothing but dewy air.

Kept walking.

More footsteps behind her.

She started running.

So did he.

Footsteps keeping pace with her, stalking her. Louder, harder, closer. Panic seized her body.

Don't turn around. Don't let the b.a.s.t.a.r.d see your fear.

And then the absurdity hit her.

Your fear?!

You're letting the b.a.s.t.a.r.d make you feel fear?!

Slowly, her right hand reached for her revolver, icicle-hard fingers gripping the b.u.t.t of the gun.

With shaking hands, she retracted it from her jacket.

This is for you, you b.a.s.t.a.r.d!

No more!

Trembling so hard, she almost dropped to her knees.

No more, no more, no more!

End it all, Dana!

Right now!

Here!

At this moment!

No more running!

No more hiding!

No more fear!

Skidding to a stop, she swung around on her heels, gun grasped in a professional two-handed hold.

Shouting, "Freeze, you filthy b.a.s.t.a.r.d!"

But he didn't freeze!

Immediately, the air spewed forth hot white lights. Like bursts from firecrackers, except it wasn't the Fourth of July. Deafening shots ringing in the air, exploding in her head!

Still, the b.a.s.t.a.r.d kept coming at her!

Falling at her!

His mouth open-frozen into a horrific silent scream.

Blood pouring from his gullet.

Crying out as he lunged helplessly toward her, hitting her chest, knocking her backward. A dull thud as he hit the ground facedown. Dana could hear the crunch of facial bones smashing against the hard pavement.

Dana screamed-a helpless siren that was heard by no one. Staggering to keep her balance, seeing tiny pinpoints of light.

Don't faint, she pleaded with herself. Don't faint!

Breathing hard and deeply, eyes intently focused on the corpse lying at her feet. Her fingers were still gripped around a trigger.

A simple death wasn't enough for the years of abuse he had inflicted on her.

Aiming the barrel toward the crumpled body.

Pressing the trigger harder and harder.

Take that, you slimy b.a.s.t.a.r.d!

Take that, and that, and that!

But the gun refused to spit fire.

Jammed!

But how could that . . .

Then her brain spun into overdrive as her eyes noticed the reason why.

The safety catch was still on.

The gun hadn't jammed.

The gun never went off!

Then how did she . . . how could . . .

Eyes drifting upward from the body to the erect figure in front of her.

Julian!

A smoking gun at his side. An evil smirk on his face.

In the still midnight mist, his soft-spoken words screamed derision inside her head.

"Just can't survive without me, can you, Dana?"

He started walking toward her.

"Gun can't help you if you don't have the guts to use it. And you don't have the guts, do you?"

His mocking smile widening as he came closer.

"Lucky for you, I was around. Otherwise, you'd have been turned into hamburger by Mr. s.h.i.t over there."

Julian kicked the body, moved another step closer to her.

"Speak, my love," he crooned. "A simple thank-you would be sufficient."

Tears pouring from her eyes, streaming down her face, Dana whispered out a sob-choked thank-you.

Julian's expression softened, but his smug smile remained.

"I'll always be around for you, Dana," he whispered. "Always. Because I love you. I can't escape you, Dana. And you can't escape me, either."

She nodded.

Julian fell to his knees. "It's never too late, my beautiful lover. Come back to me. Come back to where you belong."

He stood, then raised his arms, ready to accept her embrace.

She raised her arms.