CHAPTER SEVEN
Eva waited, gnawing the nail off her left index finger as Swanson and Madden heaved at a lump of concrete rubble. What was underneath suddenly made it all so much more real.
Tipping the concrete to one side, Madden let it fall away with the hollow clank of a very heavy piece of man-made construction material. Dust billowed out, disturbed by the movement, as the rubble settled.
Both men leaned in, blocking the view. Eva heard rather than saw Swanson gag. It struck Eva as curious how Madden was unaffected.
“What is it?”
“Looks like dried demon blood, judging from what we have seen before.”
The previous incident came to mind, a creature of nightmares chasing them through tunnels from Westlabs, meeting its end at the unlikely hands of a Massachusetts detective, Mike Caruso.
