…dants. Fredrick made his connecting flight. He sat in his seat with a blank expression on his face. Fredrick pulled the gold chain he had ripped from the man’s neck out of his pocket; at the end, a small gold medallion hung, a man with devil horns, his hands on a young person’s shoulders, standing in front of him. Chills ran down Fredrick’s arms, and the hair stood up on the back of his neck. He put the medallion back in his pocket and closed his eyes. The flight was a long one, and he was …
T. Mark Mangum
