CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN - Big Plans, Big Dreams* 1 *
Maddy never cared much for how the field felt in the spring. It was all mud and mulch, like soft runny flesh. Like a giant amoeba, waiting to suck her down. She’d always thought she was crazy to think that way. Maybe she wasn’t half as crazy as she thought.
“Drag the old fart over here where I can get to him,” Vic said.
“Harold,” Maddy said. “His name was Harold.”
Vic stared at her like she’d suddenly gone insane.
“Now how in the hell do you know that?” he asked.
“His wife screamed his name, right before she died.”
“So what was her name?”
“She didn’t scream her own name. Women don’t do that. I didn’t yell, `Oh Maddy’ when I killed you, now did I?”
Vic shook his angrily. Maddy recognized that head shake. That particular shake was si
