Chapter 32The name; it was a clue. There was something important about it.
Dave told himself to think about the name.
Think about the name.
He vomited again.
The name the name the name. What was it about the name?
He had to think about the name, not the...
His stomach bolted with another painful expulsion.
...not the blood and smell and mess, not the mess where the face had been.
He told himself to think about the name. He tried to force down the awful vision, but it kept surging up like the contents of his stomach.
It had been worse the second time. He'd thought that he could steel himself, shut out the horror, focus only on the minutiae of his search...but his second visit to the kid had been much worse than the first. He'd been unable to close himself off from the atrocity
