CHAPTER FOURTEEN - The Color Of Brains* 1 *
The dead body stank like summer fertilizer.
Maddy did her best to breathe through her mouth but it didn’t help much.
It’d be good to get to the house just to get out of the stinking car even if all she had to look forward to was r**e and maybe death. Compared to riding in this car almost anything would be a treat.
Helliard parked the car in the barn. The horses didn’t like it but Helliard didn’t seem to be much worried about livestock, or live anything for that matter.
“You get many visitors?” he asked.
“The place is a regular tourist trap, lately.”
“It sure looks like it. Real nice. Early colonial crapmeat. Why don’t you help me lug Duane in to the house?”
“Who?”
“The body, stupid. His name is Duane. I’m Helliard. What the f**k do they
