CHAPTER TEN
The man walked down the aisles full of rotting trailers in the middle of the day, cursing the place.
It was like Grand Central Station around here, people so busy doing anything and everything. Checking each other out. Shooting their veins full of poison. Making bets on the next game on television. Wasting away in lounge chairs and chatting up a storm about how they never had enough money to afford anything.
They were doing everything they could . . . but work.
In the middle of the day.
Far be it for any of them to—oh, possibly—get a job. That was too much for any of these deadbeats to handle.
He knew it well. And he also knew that not a single one of the residents had the brain power to know what had happened in the back of that trailer park, a few nights ago. Dumb, dumb
