Dave didn't respond. He kept his face buried in his hands; the image of the corpse was suffocating him, pressing all around and from within him.
"All that running around was for nothing," sighed Billy. "We still missed that son of a bitch."
Dave saw red and red and red.
"It's probably just as well," said Billy.
Dave slowly shook his head...and then, he heard something.
Startled, he jerked his hands from his face and listened. Billy had heard, too; he fell silent, and his grip tightened on Dave's shoulder.
The sound seemed to be coming from somewhere inside the house. It was a low, steady rumbling; it continued for a moment, then stopped.
Eyes widening with sudden terror, Dave tensed. He'd recognized the sound, and he knew what it must mean.
The garage door had opened.
Someone
