Chapter 12Dunne stared down at Luanne's bloody body on the cafeteria floor. Her eyes seemed to stare right back at him. Trying to tell him something.
The lights were back on throughout the building. The killer, whoever he was, was long gone, though no one had seen him leave.
And no one had gotten a good look at him. Even those who'd been in direct contact with him couldn't say what he'd looked like.
"That damn headlight of his." Quincy sat on a cafeteria table, drinking a bottle of water. His face and arms were bruised, his pink Kitty Willow t-shirt torn at the neckline. "It kept blasting in my eyes. I couldn't see a fing."
Enrique was in worse shape. "Me, either." He sprawled on his back on another table, one arm and one leg hanging crooked and limp. "I was too busy with th
