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Remington smiled as the young man took off behind the house, while the others were all still running toward the commotion.With Florence on the front porch, he might have a chance.
Remington knew that the others were bringing the men and women down, one at a time.He could hear the communication in his comms as they zip tied each one, leaving them for collection later or for the snakes or coyotes to eat.
“The animals are safe,”said the voice of Gaspar.“Three of the sweetest bears ever.They think the others were killed already.”
“Damn,” muttered Remington.
Suddenly, breaking the chaos of the night was a howling scream like a wounded animal.He looked behind him and saw nothing, then looked in front of him.Florence stood on the porch, turning to look behind her.
“No.Damnit, no!”
“What’s wrong?” asked JB running toward him.
“Zane.He’s in that house and he just let out a howl.”
“I’ll go around back.You stay here.”
She stood on that front porch like she was guarding the gates of hell, and she most likely was.
“I know you’re out there!” she yelled.“You’re not taking me or what’s mine.You’re going to die out there!”
“Put the weapon down!” yelled Ham.“We’ve got everyone locked up and you’re next.”
“You won’t take me,” she laughed, slowly backing up.Remington heard shuffling in his comms and his father telling someone to stop.Then there was silence.
“Shit,” he muttered.
Standing from his spot in the tall grass, he knew he was still invisible to the woman as he moved closer, his weapon aimed right at her chest.Before he took another step, two bullets fired one right after another.
The front of Florence’s head was no more.The splatter on the porch telling everyone she was dead but for some reason, her heavy body stood.Then it slowly fell forward with the help of Zane’s boot.
JB stood behind the young man, then reached slowly for the weapon dangling from his hand.He loosened his grip, gently taking it form his hands.
“I’ve got it, son.It’s done now.”
“What the fuck happened?” asked Remington, removing the stealth hood.He looked like a floating head but the others were used to it.JB shook his head.
“She killed them,” said Zane looking at him.“She killed all of the kids.That’s why they’re not running out of the houses.They were in her basement and everyone let her do it!”
“Fuck, I’m sorry, Zane,” said Remington.“I’m so damn sorry.”
He crouched low over the dirt, staring at the woman who’d tormented him his entire life.Nothing could give him back his childhood, his family.Nothing.It was him and Jeremiah, that’s it.If it weren’t for Jeremiah being back at the cottage, he’d kill himself right here.There was nothing left to live for.
“Am I going to jail?” he asked innocently.JB pulled him close, hugging his body as he sobbed.
“No son, you’ve done your time.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Had it been left up to the men, they would have killed every person there for allowing all of this to take place.Instead, they allowed the authorities to take them.They’d all be in jail for the rest of their lives, at the very least.They allowed their children to be murdered by a mad woman.
On top of that, animal carcasses and bones were found everywhere on the property.Although they couldn’t tell them the stories that the animals told Luke and Gaspar, they had enough information to jail them for animal cruelty as well.
The bears didn’t want to be taken to Belle Fleur.They begged Gaspar and Luke to let them loose and they would return to the forests where they belonged.Knowing they would find a way to survive, they allowed them to leave the trucks and return to their own homes.
The rest of the animals were happy to have a safe sanctuary away from the crazy humans.
By the time they returned home, it was nearly twenty-four hours later.Zane immediately went to his brother’s side in the cafeteria, staring at him, he didn’t need to say a word.
