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he considered using one of these cars instead of his own. |
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With all hell breaking loose, he sure didn't want to be driving around town in a cop car. Too damn conspicuous. The crazies might zero in on it. |
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Shotgun braced under each arm, Trev walked toward the station. |
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He resisted an urge to run. |
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Slip on the wet pavement, go down on your back, and in comes the rain through the face holes. |
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He wished he hadn't thought of that. It made him feel cold and shaky in the bowels. |
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But at least that cheerful scenario hadn't occurred to him until now, when he was on his way back. |
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I'll have to wash off these Ithacas before we go, he realized. Shit. Another delay. Might already have waited too long. God, Maureen, hang in there. |
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He switched one of the shotguns to his other arm, pulled open the station door, stepped into the light, flinched at the sight of Francine aiming a revolver at his face, slipped on the tile floor and fell on his butt. |
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'Let's clean her up,' Buddy said, nudging the body with his toe. 'See what our tarbaby looks like under that shit.' |
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