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The police report said it happened inside the trailer, but Tad knows better. Knew better. As soon as he pulled up to the address, he kept driving. All his senses went on alert, telling him: Not just yet. Just a little farther.
And then, at the end of Begonia where the lights were flickering fastest, he Saw the church. Saw the soft greenish halo of light surrounding it.
A church. Of course.
What am I doing?
The question crossed his mind briefly as he pried open a latchless back window and hauled himself through.
Then the question evaporated. He was here because he had to be here. He was needed.
Tad was also being watched. He felt it as he snaked down the dimly lit halls. Felt the hungry desire. He was, after all, composed of a great density of silvery death energ
