Excerpt from Chapter X – “Kendra”

Misled by Tony Ginyard

Excerpt from Chapter X – “Kendra”:

Pam awoke rather groggily to the sound of her phone ringing. Shaking the cobwebs from her head, she grabbed a towel and jumped out of the tub, racing to answer it before the ringing stopped. “Hello?” It was Charles, her station’s news director. “Charles? Oh, God—I’m not late for work, am I? I have no idea what time it is.” She began frantically looking for her watch. “What?” she couldn’t believe what she was hearing, so she went back toward the tub to sit on the edge of it.

“What do you mean, I’m on a two-week suspension pending a formal investigation? You can’t be serious. Don’t do this to me, Charles! My work is all that’s left of my life! To hell with the morals clause! I was in college, for Christ’s sake! No, I’m sorry, Charles. Of course I know this isn’t your call. What about the murder story I was working on? What? What do you mean, you have to go? Answer the question, Charles! Charles? Charles, don’t you hang up … ” The phone line had gone dead.

Excerpt from Chapter IX – “Unleashed”

Misled by Tony Ginyard

Excerpt from Chapter IX – “Unleashed”:

“What do you mean, he’s escaped and loose somewhere within this building?” Dr. Augustine was so infuriated that a thick vein appeared in the center of his forehead.

The corrections officer seemed hesitant and reluctant to divulge any additional information. This only served to piss the doctor off even more. “Explain this bullshit! How the fuck did this happen? Where is Dr. Han?”

“Han is dead, Doctor,” the officer finally said.

“No!” Nurse Jenkins said. “Did … did Papillion … ?”

“Yes,” the officer replied. “Apparently, he managed to fake an injury and pretended to be unconscious. He was taken to the infirmary, and when Dr. Han went to examine him, he … ” The officer hesitated again. He was one of the few people who knew that Nurse Jenkins and Dr. Han were in a relationship. He was trying to spare her feelings, but Dr. Augustine, unaware of the relationship, continued to press the issue.

Excerpt from Chapter VIII – “Intensity”

Misled by Tony Ginyard

Excerpt from Chapter VIII – “Intensity”:

Diane was surprised to discover how spare the room was. It contained only a metal-framed bed, a rocking chair, and a dresser. On top of the dresser were two wooden-framed pictures. One was of Pam behind the anchor desk at work. The other picture was of a handsome couple with a pretty little girl in pigtails sitting in between them. Diane assumed this was a very young Pam with her parents. There was a small closet and a bathroom, but nothing else except bare walls and a barred window.

Geraldine sat quietly in her rocking chair with her back to the group as they entered the room. She was facing the barred window, which offered a spectacular view of an immense green lawn in the back of the building. Her snow-white hair was pulled into a tight bun. She was wearing a sea-foam-green housecoat with matching pants and slippers. It wasn’t until the doctor led everyone around to face Geraldine that Diane guessed she was about 5’6” and noticed the older woman’s tight, flawless mocha skin tone, full lips, and what appeared to be the beginning stages of cataracts in her left eye. Aside from that, she seemed to be in remarkable health, all one hundred pounds of her.

Excerpt from Chapter VII – “Shattered”

Misled by Tony Ginyard

Excerpt from Chapter VII – “Shattered”:

Olivia managed to find a parking spot right across the street from the bank. She was so nervous and flustered that she dropped her keys twice: once when she pulled them out of the ignition after placing the car in park, and again after she finally gathered enough courage to exit the vehicle.

Come on, girl, she thought, you’ve got to get yourself together. Whatever happens, you can handle this. Gathering all the courage she could muster, Olivia forced herself to cross the street and enter the bank.

She was greeted immediately by Michelle, the head teller. “Good morning, Olivia! How are you?”

Olivia really didn’t care for this heifer. Michelle was too innocent and sickeningly sweet. The feeling was always mutually understood, she knew, but if Olivia hadn’t known any better, she would swear that Michelle was actually relieved to see her. Before she could even respond, Michelle had moved in closer and spotted her bruised face and smeared makeup. “Oh, my gosh!” she nearly screamed. “What happened to your face? Were you mugged? Do you need me to call the police?”