Finders Keepers (Bill Hodges Trilogy, #2)

by Stephen King

Alea iacta est. The die is cast.

I’d kill him, thinks Morris—who is now (in his own mind, at least) Morris the Wolf.

Because an old wolf is a crafty wolf, and that’s what I have to be now: crafty.

this is the day he becomes a wolf for real.

That could be my old pal’s epitaph, Morris thinks. Here lies Andrew Halliday, a fat, stupid, shortsighted homo. He will not be missed.