The Nightmare (The Mist Book 2)

Iwas fuming, angry with myself for not having seen it sooner. But I was just as furious with the Director that he, too, should have been so blind to what was so obvious. This entire time, I had wondered how Darryl had been so effective in avoiding capture. Reading through their files, it had been uncanny how he systematically found the most powerful newborns in the midst of crossing over, so that he could feed on them in their most vulnerable state. It had been far too convenient that every time he siphoned the victim, it always happened to be at a time where no agent was in close enough proximity to intervene in a timely fashion. And the time they would have been close enough, out of sheer luck there happened to be no cameras in the area that could have given them an early heads up.

There were too many coincidences to continue to deny the truth.

When the lift stopped on the second floor where the offices were located, I made a beeline for his. I didn”t wait for Thomson to open the door, letting myself in before taking a seat in one of the two leather chairs in front of his desk. The Director eyed me warily, a frown marring his forehead.

“You wished to speak to me?” Thomson said while circling around his desk to take a seat.