The girls must know what they have done. The prospect of their faces distorted with panic, begging for mercy, fills her with a sensation so fierce that she no longer feels the cold.
It was supposed to be like any other night out for Deandra Sings and her fourteen-year-old daughter, Lola. They bought the concert tickets months in advance, planned their outfits early, and set aside all other obligations to make for a fun-filled Friday in downtown Toronto.
They didn't know what was waiting for them.
They didn't expect to be threatened.
They didn't expect to be killed.
Now Deandra is back-and she won't rest until her daughter is avenged.
She has five targets. She knows their names; she knows their faces. She's broken the barrier of death itself. The only thing that she lacks is mercy.
She is here because she has a job to do, and nothing, living or dead or anywhere in-between, is going to stop her.