“I don’t think it was radiation sickness,” Mary said. “I’ve seen pictures of that, and—”
“I think that friend Entragian may be dead by the time the storm ends,” he said. “If he’s not already.”
Ralph looked over and nodded. David hunkered by the TV, hands loosely clasped between his knees, looking at Johnny with deep concentration.
“Why?” Audrey asked. “How?”
“You haven’t seen him?” Mary asked her.
“Of course I have. Just not today. Today I only heard him driving around . . . walking around . . . and talking to himself. I haven’t actually seen him since yesterday.”
“Is there anything radioactive around here, ma’am?” Ralph asked Audrey. “Was it ever, like, some sort of dumping ground for nuclear waste, or maybe old weapons? Missile warheads, or something? Because the cop looked like he was falling apart.”
“I don’t think it was radiation sickness,” Mary said. “I’ve seen pictures of that, and—”
