Chapter 62Larry Smith didn't seem to notice Billy's approach.
Larry stood on the beach, facing the water, his back to Dave. His dark, misshapen arms shifted as he handled the child and the knife; his head was bowed, tipped toward his captive.
Though Billy's feet pattered over the sodden turf, Larry didn't look up. Perhaps, he couldn't hear the warning sounds over the infant's screeching; perhaps, he was too engrossed in his work to pay attention to anything else.
Maybe, the killer heard but didn't care. When Dave had threatened to shoot him, Larry had expressed no concern; maybe, he no more feared Billy than a bullet in his skull.
Whether or not he was aware of Billy's presence, Larry didn't visibly react. He remained hunched over the child, seemingly oblivious, apparently no more
