He couldn’t even scream, because if he opened his mouth, the gasoline would run inside.
* * * *
“Two down,” Dwight said. “Four to go.” He rubbed his gasoline-wet hands on his pants.
* * * *
Alice covered her mouth, running across the street, her eyes wild. She didn’t even bother to look to see if there was traffic before she barreled across the street, heading for her house. There was a scream inside her. But Alice couldn’t let it out, because if she did, it would never stop.
She had to get to her house. Had to get to a phone.
Was this all a nightmare?
Please let me wake up. Alice headed for her door, groping for her keys in the pocket of her coat.
* * * *
When Dwight opened the box for the black boy, War Zone, he stepped back to take a look at him. The boy had been mute for a lon
