It was Duke"s fault. Why else would he, Will Perkins, be driving over this Godforsaken back road just to reach Perkinsville on Halloween with the rain and fog creating havoc with his vision? He cursed the rain and Duke"s invitation that re-ran in his mind like a bad dream.
“Hey, ole buddy, you"ve got to make it back for the big shindig. It"s a family re-u-ion we"ve all been planning. I"ve got two pigs for the pit, and a joke that you won"t believe!
“Aren"t we just a tad old for Halloween pranks?”
“Naw,” Duke"s voice cut him short. “What"s the difference between seventeen and thirty-seven? s**t, man, remember the time we put the outhouse in the hotel lobby?”
He had tried to break in, “I don"t think the law would be so lenient with grown men.”
Duke"s voice buried his objections. “And th
