Lucas maintained eye contact with me, swallowing nervously before he spoke again. “He hasn"t killed a human since 1972.”
“That"s a good thing, isn"t it?”
I didn"t understand the dark look in Lucas"s eyes, the sheer magnitude of pain within them. What could have happened that was worse than what he"d already told me? The answer occurred to me abruptly, and even before I asked, I feared I knew the answer. “What happened to his wife and child?”
“William was released from hospital in early 1974. His wife had been visiting him in hospital and William had learned to control the bloodlust. He thought he could manage it when he returned home.”
Squeezing my eyes shut I chewed my lip, harshly enough to make it sting. “He killed them?”
“Not exactly.”
“I don"t understand.” Opening my eyes again,
