CHAPTER 51
MYRNA SWAM UP, out of the dark abyss. The light pressed against her eyelids, causing star bursts of tremendous pain. Her eyes were closed, but the scene kept playing across the stage of her consciousness. The two wires thrusting out, Harp going down, the rock plunging toward her head, blocking out the sun. Blocking out the sun.
Harp! She forced her eyes open. Her vision was a blur of muted colors and waves of nausea engulfed her throat, nearly causing her to retch. She made herself focus on the place where Harp went down. In the shadows, she could see him, and he was drenched in darkness, his lifeblood spilled around him. The killer moved in a strange, trance-like dance, circling a pile of sticks and stones. She knew that Harp was gone. She imagined him plucking at her elbow,
