CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE
Scratch sat crouched outside the cage staring at the only girl left inside. He thought her name was Kimberly. It felt odd, having kept her here all this time and still not being sure of her name.
“Do it,” the girl said in a hoarse whisper. “Do it now.”
Scratch knew that she meant killing her. He wished he could comply. But of course, he couldn’t kill her until Grandpa said so. And Grandpa wasn’t saying anything at all right now.
Scratch knew that Grandpa was mad, of course. He’d been mad for days now, ever since the Irish girl had gotten away. Scratch still wondered what had become of her. And Grandpa wasn’t the least bit happy that Scratch’s most recent captive and kill turned out to be a politician’s wife. It had put their whole project at even greater risk.
When
