The Hunter and the Hunted

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As soon as the bus doors flew open at her stop, Helen would put her legs to the test and run home like a deer fleeing from the twisted red crunch of a wolf’s bite. There was no way in hell the bus driver gave a damn about what was happening on that ride at that very moment. They weren’t getting paid enough to care about her livelihood.

The man continued staring at Helen’s face, and every time she plucked up the…