“Damn!” Justin’s hands flew to his belt. “George, I sure was hopin’ you’d have some idea what kind of animal. Nel’s gonna be heart-stricken. I can’t believe he’s gone. Homer and I used to go fishin’ down at the bayou, but we ended up doing more drinkin’ than catchin’ fish,” Justin snorted a laugh as he raked his fingers through his hair. “God! I miss old Hom.” Silence. “What about the college kids? Have you gotten the results back on any of them yet?”
Dr. Claymore pushed his glasses back on his nose and answered, “We got the reports back yesterday afternoon. Just like Homer, those kids were mauled by some animal. Possibly the same one, judging by the bite marks.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets. “They probably didn’t see what hit them. All five kids had been pumped full of liquor and
