Chapter 18
Midnight Flight
Ryan listened to Bill’s story with a growing sense of horror. It took all his self-control not to sprint to the Jeep.
Three shots, one to the head, and the blow Bill had delivered with the blunt end of the axe, should have killed him. The monster he called Rex. Ryan mastered, barely, the impulse to ask Bill why the hell he hadn’t picked up the axe while Rex was down and finished the job.
Obviously, Bill had thought Rex was dead, or he wouldn’t have had the guts to unmask him. And seeing those big green eyes blink, then focus on him as the freakish man’s chest heaved a great breath of air, well that would have freaked Ryan out too.
Still, freaked or not, Ryan didn’t think he’d have been able to stop swinging the axe until there was nothing left of the mon
