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'Don't worry, man. I'll do it.' |
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Lou leaned back against the doorframe and stared at Buddy. |
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He's gonna let me at Maureen. |
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'Then we'll all be in the clear. Neat, huh?' |
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'Wait. Wait. What about the rain?' |
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'So, we don't get wet. No big deal. I've got umbrellas, raincoats. Go on back and tell Doug to come here. Then keep an eye on our babe. Those gals might let her get away if they get the chance.' |
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'This is wild,' he muttered. His mind felt numb. |
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Buddy slapped him on the shoulder, and he headed for the living room. |
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We can't do this, he thought. |
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Trev, shaken by his talk with the stranger at Maureen's house, pulled the plastic hood down over his head and put on Patterson's hat. |
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The way she'd talked, it was obvious that she'd been out in the rain. A crazy. A killer hoping for some action. Hoping I'll come by so she can nail me. |
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