Sick and Tired - Jolted awake inside a dark, musty room and assaulted by a headache the size of Philadelphia, Kali’s first thought was the word, KIDNAPPED. It permeated her body as if an alarm had been pulled too late to warn of impending danger. She remembered tripping over something just before her knees began to buckle and her world turned black in an instant. What was it? Who was it?

 

She winced from the pain on the side of her face as the memory of blood and bodies on her living room floor flashed before her. Was her daughter Kacie in there, too? Who was the blame for this? What did they want from her this time? Kali closed her eyes. She didn’t know who she wanted to hurt more, the kidnapper or the Sperling men. One or the other was responsible for yet another round of hurt and pain. Finally, Kali was sick and tired of being sick and tired of the agony she has had to endure from the men in her life. Now, it was time for one of them to suffer. She had no more tears for dead men.