Under The Devil's Thumb

They didn’t know. None of them knew who they were applauding for. They were literally clapping for the devil.

Her walk to the standing mic was elegant and confident. Her smile was as sharp as a knife and her dress was stunning. She had not looked in our direction yet but I had a strong feeling that she already knew that we were here.

When the applause stopped, I kept staring at her. The police chief? Working with the FBI? What kind of twisted and sick game was this? I must have been sleeping and all this was just a huge nightmare.

When I felt Chris’s gaze on me, I looked back at him. “Are you okay?” He asked lowly as Fallon gave her speech about justice and other things that made me so confused as to how all of this was possible.

Did she have a twin? Was the person on the stage right now just a lookalike?

“You look like you have seen a ghost,” He chuckled the words out.

I broke eye contact with him and looked back at the women on the stage, trying to see if I was not hallucinatin