She
wanted him.
He
was the first living person the girl had seen since she awoke in the
watery darkness so long ago. For uncounted years she had traversed
the depths in silent solitude, unable to come near the surface with
its bright, burning lights. Her lone, infrequent companion had been
the hated metal sphere, which would bathe her in hateful light
whenever she got too close. Usually, the sphere came down, floated
about for a few hours, and then returned to the surface, leaving her
once again

Trisha
sighed as she slammed her laptop shut. The young woman rubbed her
tired eyes, then stretched her arms above her head luxuriously,
yawning as she did so. The young lawyer was just about done with her
work for the evening, which involved at least seven missing person
cases, all leveled at the same individual. It was hard to believe
that the wealthy heiress of the Voerman family could have murdered at
least three women and four men, but all the evidence seemed to point
in her direction. Ther