CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN
I'm alone on the floor. The lamp on my desk provides the onlylight in this huge room. I go to work in my two-fingered style. By the time I'm finished, the storm is starting to wane. Just a few drops of rain hit the windows.
Tomorrow, next week, next month, next year, there will be other stories, but I'm not certain that Bobby Mason's eyes won't haunt a lot of my dreams.
Old Ben is waiting for me so the presses can roll. "This is it, Gene. Another hour, it will be on the news stands, and the AP boys will have it in a few minutes."
I rub my hands across my face and realize I need a shave. "It's been a long and eventful haul. I don't know about you, Ben, but I'm tired."
"I know it was extra tough for you, Gene. finding unforgiving evil in a young man with so much prom
