Sixty
At the end of the aisle Clarence turned the corner to a scene he would never forget. Katty lay unconscious, a nasty bruise on her right temple. Still breathing.
Bea was nowhere.
Mindy and John sat back to back, tied up behind the check stand, silver tape stretched over their mouths. They motioned with their heads; eyes urged him out the door.
Drops of blood led him.
When he stepped outside, the hawk screeched. It vibrated in his every cell. It must have been circling until he came outside. The clouds were ignited by the waning sun, purples and blues the backdrop.
"Lead me, old friend. Where is Bea?"
The bird circled, screeching louder. Clarence struggled to follow. His eyes blurred.
He started to cross the highway. A semi blasted its horn, roaring past. He stumbled on the tra
