“You don’t hear it?” “Hear what, Ezra?” “The screaming,” he says, his eyes wide. Finally, he’s looking at her, really looking at her. And he’s terrified. Seeing this in him strikes a note of terror in Olivia, too. What the hell is going on? “Screaming?” she whispers. “Yeah, I hear it. On and off, on and off. Coming from the …”
The tale-tell head
