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Decker had already decided not to tell him everything he had discovered or thought about. His gut told him to hold things back, see how it all played out. “He said I dissed him at my
Decker could feel the migraine marching up the back of his neck. The lights in the room were dim, but right now they felt like three-ring circus illumination.
terrifyingly electric, was starting to seep out of all corners of life with the goal of converging on his very soul. He could sense it all building. “I don’t think
“Easy enough. Football player, strong as a horse. You might be way out of shape now, but you are still one big dude. Leopold wouldn’t have had a chance.”
Decker looked up at him, the migraine starting to beat against all sides of his brain. He half closed his eyes to keep out even the dim light that felt like
lay on the bed with the pillow over his face to block out all the remaining light, and succumbed to the beast devouring his vastly altered mind.
THE HEAVY CLOUDS ate away at the fragile sky until there was no significant light left, although
somewhere, diminished and vacant. It
That’s what being away from home fighting a war for four years did to a man. It made him horny as hell. The wives of America’s returning veterans probably hadn’t slept for an entire year.
and the rest of the world needed. Now, with all the manufacturing outsourced overseas, the only thing one could build here was misery.
Well, in for a dime, in for a dollar.
It wouldn’t matter to the dead how long they lay on the floor in pools of their own blood, their lives ripped away by some psycho with unfettered firepower. Forever was forever, after all.
“Dollar for your thoughts?”
Mary Lancaster was staring up at him, a cigarette perched in her right hand, while the left one rode on her hip trembling away.
As he did so his head started to spin. He cleared his throat and focused on her body.
buckshot full in the face. The result was she no longer had a face. He glanced at the wall behind her. It was splattered with bits of her. Books lay beside her; a notebook was soaked in blood. He looked down at a piece of paper that apparently had fallen out of a book. If these were the girl’s doodles she had been a good artist, thought Decker.
There were four male students who were out of class for various reasons. Not one of them is taller than five-nine and weighs more than a buck fifty.
Principally he noted that the FBI was playing the usual peacock game. Strutting around and overwhelming everyone with their resources.
It was starting to rain, he could see. He could also see a large group of candles seemingly floating in midair. They weren’t candles, of course. The rain would have doused
He turned away from the window and kept walking as the rain started to hammer down on the school’s roof.
compartmentalize at an astonishing level. It came from not giving a shit. And something did
Easy come, easy go.
