Chapter 80The child was screeching. As the last echo of the last gunshot faded over the lake, the infant's wails continued to surge; the cries were all that was left, the only remnants of the cacophony of a moment ago.
Peering through the darkness, Dave could see the tiny, pale body thrashing in the sand, a vivid counterpoint to the dark form crumpled beside it.
So the child was safe. Larry Smith hadn't beaten the life from it and his falling corpse hadn't crushed it.
So the child was safe.
Dave let his arms drop. He let the gun slip from his grip.
For a moment, he stood and stared at the three figures before him. Uncomprehendingly, he gazed at the tumble of bodies, two of them silent and motionless; he saw the child, then the young man, then something else, something dark and dis
