“Wait! Not so hard!”
“Hard? How about this?” I s***h his back.
“f**k!”
“That’s problematic!” Betty screams.
I get on top of her and c*m immediately. Then, for some reason, I sit by the husband and touch the tip of his thing before I leave.
My shirt is buttoned. Everything is zipped. I’m leaving when I discover the knife in my pocket. I will unleash undue fury upon the hounds of the earth. These limp Pilgrims. These are estranged people. They are ghosts. They are gone from themselves.
“Henry Lee Lucas,” I mutter, put the knife away and walk out.
***
I sprint. So far away from this, I should go, but I can’t. I never could. I can’t run away from this—this cripple, these demons. I have Jessica to look forward to, but it doesn’t seem like it’s enough. There are the mysteries to solve, t
