21 ~ Reenactment

THE JOURNAL OF FRANCIS LEVERKUHN

Because New Orleans was the destination of the tall woman in the Learjet, I felt a premonition of evil when I saw the call’s origin on my phone in Peter’s hand. And, as if my stare at his hand caused it, Peter screamed in pain and collapsed on the ground. But my phone didn’t fall with him; it hovered in the air, moving back and forth, looking to me like…