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man had phoned for ambulances. While the doctor's call had at least been picked up, he'd been told that no units were available. So there would be no cops, no ambulances. Not for a while, anyway. Maybe not for a long while. |
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Dr Goodman thought it best, for everyone's sake, to remove the bodies from sight. |
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Among the dead were Andrew Dobbs, the reporter from People Today, and the female photographer who'd charged into the restaurant with him. She had no purse, no identification. The man she'd bludgeoned to death with her camera was Chester Benton, a local real estate agent. The man whose throat had been ripped open by Dobbs's keys was Ron Westgate, a high school teacher. |
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And John, himself, had killed the woman. |
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According to Goodman, she'd probably suffocated as a result of a collapsed trachea. John could've told him that, but he'd feigned ignorance. Why draw attention to himself? |
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Steve Winter, lugging her by the arms, knocked open the door to the kitchen. John followed him into the brightness with the woman's legs. |
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The savory aromas of the kitchen stirred his hunger. |
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After things had settled down a little, Cassy had ordered the cooks and dishwashers (who'd rushed out with knives and cleavers too late for the action) to return to their jobs. She planned to see that everyone ate. |
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Good for her, John thought as he followed Steve past a bank of ovens. |
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