Chapter 27Dave felt some small relief when he saw Billy. Some yards away, Billy lay face-up on the dirt floor of the cavity; he wasn't mangled, wasn't even bloodied. Though Dave couldn't judge definitively if he was alive, couldn't tell from a distance if his chest was rising and falling, at least Billy's eyes were shut, weren't winched open in a sightless death-stare.
Dave's heart skipped a beat when he spotted his tormentor. Hands on his hips, Larry Smith loomed beside his captive, gazing coolly from the trench. Goateed and brawny, he didn't look any different than usual, but the sight of him still made Dave want to run.
For a moment, Larry simply stood there and met Dave's stare, didn't say a thing. His expression was neutral, unreadable...but his eyes held a strange intensity.
