Hunter’s choice, unknown to the people in Wiltspoon, was made in the dead of night.

Zachary’s phone rang in the wee hours, waking him up. He quickly grabbed his phone and answered without checking the caller ID. He then sat up, tiptoeing out of the bedroom. In a hushed voice, Zachary asked, “Who is it?”

“Zack, it’s me.”

“Kev, it’s late, haven’t you gone to sleep?”

Hearing it was his cousin calling, Zachary hurriedly half-closed the bedroom door.

After he stepped out of his room, only then d