CHAPTER NINETEEN
7:25 a.m. Eastern Daylight Time
Georgetown
Washington, DC
Lawrence Keller awoke with a start.
In his dream, he and his squad of Marines had been camped down by the Perfume River in Hue City. It was February 1968. No one told him this, he just knew it. He knew that month like he knew his own name. Everything in the dream was sepia toned and old-timey, everything except the blood.
The blood was bright red, garish, like neon paint, like the wave of blood that flowed out of the elevator and onto the little boy in The Shining.
The whole squad was being sliced apart by something Keller could not see. It made no sound. His men were just… falling apart, disintegrating in great big foundations of electric red. And Keller was in a bathroom. He turned to look in the mirror, an
