CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
He felt entirely exposed, walking across the lawn in the sunlight. He’d been hiding in the forest and even under the porches of unsuspecting people for the last week or so. To be back out in the light made him feel like he was risking his life. It made him feel like a vampire, which was fine with him. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to be a vampire. Because whatever he was…he felt it was much, much worse than the blood-sucking undead.
As he had slunk along the edges of the forest in preparation of getting his next victim, he had seen the cop cars whizzing by. He’d never seen such activity out of the police before, not during the ten years he’d lived in this awful little town. They were up to something—probably trying to find him or to figure out why he was doing the thin
