Chapter 66Larry was turning. He hadn't yet had time to react to Billy's raid, other than to turn and catch sight of him.
Billy stumbled. The beach sand was uneven, full of pits and humps; his feet must have struck such an obstacle, caught on a drift or dip in mid-stride.
Larry was turning.
Billy's hands snapped away from the child. He twisted and flailed, struggling to regain his footing.
Larry was turning.
Billy couldn't stop himself from dropping. He toppled forward, to his left; he fell toward the killer.
Larry was turning.
Billy fell toward the killer's right; he fell toward the killer's right arm.
Larry was turning.
The child was cradled in Larry's left arm. In his right hand...
Billy was falling.
...in his right hand, he held the blade.
