CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Skink rocked back and forth, his arms wrapped around his legs as he watched all the bright lights of the vehicles from a nearby hill.
How amusing it was, seeing them puzzling over the mystery he had left them! How serious their faces looked! He could not see them well now, but earlier he had crept close, before all the bright lights had arrived. There had only been two officers, a man and a woman. They weren’t police officers, but they carried guns and badges, so they were probably working for the government.
FBI? CIA? ATF? Skink did not know, and he did not much care. What mattered was that he had done what he set out to do, and the voices were quiet again.
For now.
He held up his hand, studying the dirt buried beneath the nails. He was listening for the faintest ech
