Chapter 71As he barreled through the rain, Dave screamed. Words erupted from his mouth, but he hardly realized that they were his own; his voice seemed foreign, seemed to belong to someone else.
Larry Smith didn't look up. His eyes were fixed on Billy Bristol.
Larry's face was contorted in an agonized grimace; he clutched his skull with both hands.
He was sobbing.
"I said get away from him!" screamed Dave, scrambling onto the beach, still only barely aware of what he was saying or doing. "Get away!"
Larry didn't respond. He continued to stare at his victim and sob; he rocked from the waist, clawed at his scalp.
Kicking up clods of wet sand, Dave careened blindly toward the twitching body and the kneeling, weeping man. Again, he repeated his command.
Larry Smith released a shril
