Chapter 72“It's true," croaked Larry, his face still twisted in an anguished grimace. "I swear...this wasn't...supposed to happen."
For some reason, Dave didn't pull the trigger; for some reason, he listened to the overwrought psychopath.
"He wasn't...supposed to die," said Larry, seemingly able to grind out each word only with great effort. "Just the others. Just the ones I needed...to change things.
"I could never...kill him," eked Larry, and then he looked down at the body in the sand. He choked, broke into a wild round of sobbing; he jerked his trembling fingers away from his victim's cheek, wrenched his hand back as if the corpse had suddenly twitched and startled him.
Distant and disoriented, vacant of all thought or feeling except an incredible bloodlust, Dave watched silent
