Dr. Jekyll goes in. He’s in there a while. Somebody knocks on the door, and bang.” He smacked one hand on the bar, just to watch the gravedigger jump. “Mr. Hyde comes out. Howling. Howling like—I don’t know. Not a sound I’ve ever heard a human being make. Swinging at everyone and everything in swinging distance. Not just with his fists either—this guy was out for blood. Trying to sink his teeth in people.” The gravedigger swirled his drink around, tugged at his collar as it if were too tight.
