Chapter 75Dave Heinrich watched and listened, didn't think. The currents of his mind were still and silent.
Dave didn't think about how bitingly cold the air had become, how the rain felt like a shower of ice. He didn't think about how much his hands ached after holding the gun for so long. He didn't think about the infant's continual shrieking or the crackling of thunder overhead. He didn't think about home or Darlene or that body which wasn't Billy Bristol.
He didn't think about what the killer was saying. He watched and listened, but didn't think, didn't think about anything.
"I'm sorry," Larry said raggedly, drawing his hand from his eyes. "I'm sorry that I...botched things up in the end. I really tried...to do what was best for you.
"I'm sorry," whispered Larry, gazing down
