Cuebas tried to imagine the man’s extreme pain.
“Snapped ʼem in half like it ain’t nothing,” Moose injected.
“Jeez,” someone said, sighing in disgust.
“Like big infected bee stings on his feet,” Pauls conjectured through his bandana. “Whatever it was left ugly welts.”
Two of the dead men had the odd marks on their feet.
Lee pulled up the dishdasha of the biggest man to above his waist, exposing his lower body. Cuebas looked down at it. Flies scattered. The man’s p***s had shriveled into what looked like a fat brown slug. More dried blister welts on his legs. Streaks of dried blood ran out of some of the welts. Lee leaned forward and looked closer. “f**k! Must be eight or ten of these per leg,” Lee said.
Cooke walked up and looked.
“Private Halloween party here dudes?” he asked insou
