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At any rate it looked like she was going to have an overnight guest.
Sixty minutes later, Deputy Levi Robbins was summoned to the bloodiest crime scene in Blake County history.
There were no words. He thought she was a monster, and any chances of getting the boy to trust her were now lost.
Boy should'nt be rooting around
It isn’t the dark you should be afraid of, the girl thought, it’s the monsters who step out into the light that you need to fear.
After the quiet month they’d had, crime-wise, Butler shouldn’t have been surprised that it would return to Blake County with a vengeance.
Local folks knew the terrain, knew the nooks and crannies that outsiders wouldn’t be familiar with.
No one appeared overtly suspicious, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t here, watching.
Why hadn’t they ever gone outside before? And what was stopping them from doing it again?
Very much like room
Images of her mother’s and father’s bodies flashed behind her eyes. They came to her in snapshots, brief but vivid. In Technicolor.
Orange sherbet sunsets, Josie’s mother had called them.
Homes were supposed to be safe havens, meant to protect. It was supposed to be a shelter from the elements, a fortress to keep out evil, and her home had betrayed Josie in the worst possible way.
She should have known he wouldn’t give up so easily.
A fistful of stars, Becky whispered and reached out for her hand and Wylie smiled.
“Wylie,” the little girl said shyly. “My name is Josie.” And they stepped out into the brittle sunshine.
