Chapter 68Billy Bristol flopped heavily onto the beach sand. He made no effort to catch himself, blunt the impact of his fall.
Dave Heinrich had seen it; he'd seen it all. He'd watched the nightmarish choreography unfold before him, ten yards in front of him...ten yards away, just ten yards away, but it might as well have been ten thousand miles for all that Dave had been able to do.
He stood now as he'd stood through the entire event-gun gripped rigidly ahead of him, feet spread apart. His posture hadn't changed since the time when there had still been hope, since the instant when Billy's hands had touched the child; his posture hadn't changed since the instant when Billy had stumbled, the instant when the whole world had irrevocably altered.
Again, Dave screamed the name of his fri
