Chapter 69
ERIC’S DECAPITATED but upright body sagged to its knees, then fell towards the street, neck still steaming from Wormface’s acid tentacle. I glimpsed white bone and hollow cartilage through pulsing blood.
I froze, balanced on the pickup’s bed, ignoring the reeking flamethrower gel burning into the brick wall only a few feet away. If the huge pickup wasn’t already burning, those flames might set it off. The dregs screaming and thrashing on the sidewalk weren’t burning yet, maybe some gel had splashed down that far, but they weren’t living candles, yet. A voice in the back of my head screamed that I needed those dregs, that I couldn’t let them burn.
But I only had eyes for Eric’s body.
Whether I was Kevin Holtzmann or not, a cop or a copy, Eric had been my co-worker for weeks n
