In part one, Tunnel, our heroine escaped death at Arlene’s hands.  Ten years later…

“If birds descended from dinosaurs, did people descend from angels?”  My nine-year old daughter asked.

How was she to know I was fighting for both our lives?

“Where did that come from?”  I wondered.

“My tutor says there are no such things as angels, just kind people.”

“I’ll remind her that she’s there to teach you paleontology, not expound about her views on religion,” I said, trying to ignore the semi-automatic presently pointed at my head.

“Miss Arlene says she’s your best friend.  Are you practicing a scene in your next movie?”

“Yes, sweetie pie.  It’s past your bedtime.”

“Aw, mommy?” she complained.

She stopped at the door, her eyes on my calm face.  I smiled at her and she trudged up the stairs to her room.  I turned back toward Arlene, watching the snow fall past the picture window on a mansion so far away from the 10 foot brick wall protecting my home that no one could see it from the house.

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