Chapter 11Dunne wouldn't go first. Not charging through the darkness on the way to face a killer. He let Quincy and Enrique take the lead, chasing the flashlight's beam down the corridor.
Even that was a stretch. If Dunne had had his way, he would've stayed back with the crowd, as far as possible from the screaming victim.
It was what he did best, even better than writing tie-in fiction. He hated himself for it, but the self-hatred was not enough to make him change.
What would change bring him now, anyway? It was too late to make a difference.
He'd already lost everything that mattered.
"No more screams." Quincy puffed when he said it. "Now what do we do? How far up ahead was she?"
"Around the corner," said Enrique. "The cafeteria, maybe?"
Big Quincy and Enrique barreled ar
