But Richie wasn’t looking at Seth anymore. He was staring at the horizon — where the last sliver of dusk clung to the sky like a wound.
Seth stared at it for a long moment. Then he started the engine, popped a cassette into the deck, and drove north as the sun rose. from dusk till dawn vostfr
“Seth,” Richie whispered. “Le sang. Il parle encore.” The blood. It speaks again. But Richie wasn’t looking at Seth anymore
He opened the car door. On the passenger seat lay Richie’s switchblade, still wet. Then he started the engine, popped a cassette
Inside the stolen RV, the Fuller family slept. Well, pretended to sleep. Jacob, the ex-preacher, kept one eye open. His daughter Kate gripped a cross under her pillow. Young Scott hadn’t moved in two hours.
Richie laughed. It was the first real sound he’d made in hours.
“Seth,” he said, licking his lips. “On va brûler cet endroit.” We’re gonna burn this place down.