BASALT ANDERSON
{Bas and Gretchen are at the hospital, still reeling from the news that Kaylie has disappeared...}
As Bas and Gretchen hurried down the hospital hallway, Bas tugged on Gretchen's arm to make her stop.
"What?" she asked.
"I smell blood."
He tracked the scent to a storage closet halfway between Gretchen's room and the family waiting room. At the back, he found the bodies of the elderly couple who'd so generously agreed to watch Kaylie.
Gretchen gasped. "Oh, my God."
The purple bag draped the lap of the grandmother, and Bas reached down to grab it. "Humans," he said.
"My father," whispered Gretchen. "He's been after me ever since..."
Bas pulled her out of the room and walked quickly away. They entered the elevators and the moment the doors closed, he pushed Gretchen against the back wall. "I thought you were dead. Not only are you alive, you have a child. Kaylie's my daughter, isn't she?"
