Mr. Clarkson yelled, witnessing the act form the front steps of his house. “What are you doing here? I’m calling the police!” He immediately recognized the disgraced mother.
Jacob backed off from his biological mother and stared her in the eye. “You should be ashamed of yourself,” he said.
Jalene handed her son a note. “I can explain everything,” she said. She tried her best to hold back her tears.
Noticing that Mr. Clarkson was on the phone with the police, Jalene started to run away.
“Jacob?” Tanner said. “She wasn’t really our mom, was she?”
“I think she was, Tanner.”
The note simply read, “I’ll be waiting at the clock tower.”
The next day, Jalene was found dead in the clock tower.
She’d been stabbed repeatedly in the lower abdomen. Her blood was frozen to the ground, and the police had to chip her off of the ground in order to bring her in for an autopsy.
It was a nasty mess.
The investigation led police right to the note, with Jalene’s fingerprints on it. They found it in the boys’ bedroom.
Police they weren’t able to find the murder weapon. They did, however, find traces of blood on Jacob’s sleeves, and his hands. Jacob argued that his mother already had blood on her when she visited the previous day—which was true.
But it wasn’t enough for the police.
Unfortunately, all of the evidence pointed towards the White brothers—so they were convicted and sent to juvenile hall.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
TRUE INTENTIONS
There were still a couple of minutes before class started, as the song on the radio was just coming to an end.
Kane watched as his fellow classmates walked into the warm building from the cold winter night. He watched as Brittany, with a frustrated look in her eyes, walked up to the door. She aggressively shoved it open and entered.
“I guess the limey wasn’t so good in the sack,” Kane muttered to himself as he watched the young dark-skinned girl disappear down the school hallway.
“You’re listening to KISM, 102.5—Snowbrooke’s only Classic Rock Radio,” the night time radio host said. “I’ve got a great show lined up for you tonight, with Rush, April Wine, Led Zeppelin and many, many more classics. We’ll be playing nonstop blocks of classic rock all night, but first—some headlines...
“Police aren’t releasing details of yet another homicide that happened in Snowbrooke’s West End last night. Police aren’t even commenting on whether or not it was another ‘vampire’-like murder. In a press conference earlier today, Constable James Rice said…”
The host played a clip from the press conference. “We’re trying our best to get to the bottom of this most recent murder, as well as the others. We have leads, which we are following up on. No—I’m not going to comment on whether we think that this murder was related to the others. At this time, we aren’t releasing the name of the victim. But I want to urge everyone to please stay inside at night—and stay close with your friends and families. If anyone has noticed any suspicious activity, please let us know. You can do so in person, or over the phone anonymously.”
The radio host returned. “This most recent murder brings the death toll in the past month up to eleven, and it comes just a single day after the last. Stay inside people! Whatever your reason for going out at night—It’s not worth your life.
“We’re expecting another fifteen centimetres of snow overnight, with temperatures reaching below negative forty.”
Kane looked down at the clock—it was a single minute before class. He looked back up.
Hanna was walking up to the school. As she approached, she wiped the last of the blood off of her face. Kane watched her closely as she looked around and then entered the school.
There was something about Hanna… Something suspicious.
Kane turned off his car and made his way to class.
Wade Fenner stared down at his attendance list, and then he looked back
Jacob backed off from his biological mother and stared her in the eye. “You should be ashamed of yourself,” he said.
Jalene handed her son a note. “I can explain everything,” she said. She tried her best to hold back her tears.
Noticing that Mr. Clarkson was on the phone with the police, Jalene started to run away.
“Jacob?” Tanner said. “She wasn’t really our mom, was she?”
“I think she was, Tanner.”
The note simply read, “I’ll be waiting at the clock tower.”
The next day, Jalene was found dead in the clock tower.
She’d been stabbed repeatedly in the lower abdomen. Her blood was frozen to the ground, and the police had to chip her off of the ground in order to bring her in for an autopsy.
It was a nasty mess.
The investigation led police right to the note, with Jalene’s fingerprints on it. They found it in the boys’ bedroom.
Police they weren’t able to find the murder weapon. They did, however, find traces of blood on Jacob’s sleeves, and his hands. Jacob argued that his mother already had blood on her when she visited the previous day—which was true.
But it wasn’t enough for the police.
Unfortunately, all of the evidence pointed towards the White brothers—so they were convicted and sent to juvenile hall.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
TRUE INTENTIONS
There were still a couple of minutes before class started, as the song on the radio was just coming to an end.
Kane watched as his fellow classmates walked into the warm building from the cold winter night. He watched as Brittany, with a frustrated look in her eyes, walked up to the door. She aggressively shoved it open and entered.
“I guess the limey wasn’t so good in the sack,” Kane muttered to himself as he watched the young dark-skinned girl disappear down the school hallway.
“You’re listening to KISM, 102.5—Snowbrooke’s only Classic Rock Radio,” the night time radio host said. “I’ve got a great show lined up for you tonight, with Rush, April Wine, Led Zeppelin and many, many more classics. We’ll be playing nonstop blocks of classic rock all night, but first—some headlines...
“Police aren’t releasing details of yet another homicide that happened in Snowbrooke’s West End last night. Police aren’t even commenting on whether or not it was another ‘vampire’-like murder. In a press conference earlier today, Constable James Rice said…”
The host played a clip from the press conference. “We’re trying our best to get to the bottom of this most recent murder, as well as the others. We have leads, which we are following up on. No—I’m not going to comment on whether we think that this murder was related to the others. At this time, we aren’t releasing the name of the victim. But I want to urge everyone to please stay inside at night—and stay close with your friends and families. If anyone has noticed any suspicious activity, please let us know. You can do so in person, or over the phone anonymously.”
The radio host returned. “This most recent murder brings the death toll in the past month up to eleven, and it comes just a single day after the last. Stay inside people! Whatever your reason for going out at night—It’s not worth your life.
“We’re expecting another fifteen centimetres of snow overnight, with temperatures reaching below negative forty.”
Kane looked down at the clock—it was a single minute before class. He looked back up.
Hanna was walking up to the school. As she approached, she wiped the last of the blood off of her face. Kane watched her closely as she looked around and then entered the school.
There was something about Hanna… Something suspicious.
Kane turned off his car and made his way to class.
Wade Fenner stared down at his attendance list, and then he looked back
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