CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE - Harold And Beulah - Happy At Last* 1 *
Wilfred stood in the station house.
It wasn’t much like how he’d left it this morning. It looked more like a spring time slaughterhouse. There was blood all around. It looked like some psychotic painter had thrown down a drop cloth and jet sprayed the walls with a couple of gallons of Type O negative.
Shit.
What had happened?
Where was Wendy Joe?
He slid his pistol out of the holster, as quiet as he could. He heard the sound of drumming from out of the back cell. It sounded like a goddamn heavy metal Stomp concert. He followed the sound back, reaching his hand out slowly to open the door, which flew open like jack in the box magic just before he touched the knob.
* 2 *
Harold and Beulah Urncaster were on their first vacat
