At that moment the rifles went again. “There goes one more,” Scramm said. His voice sounded clogged and nasal, and he wiped his nose with the back of his hand. “Thirty-four,” Pearson said. He took a penny out of one pocket and put it in the other. “I brought along ninety-nine pennies. Every time someone buys a ticket, I put one of ’em in the other pocket. And when—” “That’s gruesome!” Olson said. His haunted eyes stared balefully at Pearson. “Where’s your death watch? Where’s your voodoo dolls?”
