Chapter 63As Billy Bristol flashed toward the killer, Dave held his breath. He wanted to close his eyes; he didn't want to watch...but he knew that he had to, that it was all that he could do.
Billy's fleet strides whisked him between Dave and the killer, swept him behind Larry's back. The last margin of safety quickly disappeared; Billy bolted to within three feet of Larry Smith, close enough for Larry to easily reach him.
Dave's heart seemed to freeze in mid-beat. Everything within and around him seemed to freeze...the wind, the rain, the world...everything but the two figures before him on the shore.
Everything seemed to stop except that which he most wanted to stop.
All that he could do was watch as Billy hurtled behind the killer, shot toward Larry's left side...and the captive
