Chapter 28Dave was drowning. On dry land, under clear blue skies, he was sinking fast.
He teetered dizzily. For a moment, he thought that he would topple into the trench.
"Ah," nodded Larry Smith. "You didn't guess the others, did you? I didn't think so. My stories must not have worked too badly, then."
In a futile attempt to mask the depth of his shock, Dave narrowed his eyes and clamped his mouth shut.
"There were others," said Larry. "Other murders, that is. People you don't know. I guess I've killed six so far.
"I do have one more to go, though."
Ominously, Larry's words echoed in Dave's mind. 'One more to go,' the monster had said...and Dave wondered who the 'one' would be.
'I've killed six so far,' Larry had stated matter-of-factly, and the number had given Dave a chi
