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like rain striking pavement. He cupped his hands to one of the panes, and peered out. |
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Something was wrong with the lights. The walks, driveway and parking strip in front of the station should've been bright under the sodium arcs. Instead, they were barely visible. He could make out the faint smudges of two carshis own and probably Francine's. |
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Trev released the door's catch and stepped back. With his right foot, he flung the door open. The sounds of the falling rain came in, along with a mild breeze. He sniffed, wondering if he might detect fumes, but the air smelled fresh and clean. |
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As the door started to swing back, Trev stopped it with his shoe. |
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The area of walk directly beyond the door, sheltered by an overhang, appeared to be dry. But he decided not to risk stepping outside. |
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Patterson went out, and look what happened. Had the black stuff made him act that way? Hardly seemed likely, but something had sure screwed up the man's head. He'd gone out normal, and come in homicidal and covered with black fluid. |
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It must, somehow, have to do with the rain. |
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The light spilling out through the doorway didn't reach far enough to show Trev the color of the rain. |
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But if the falling water wasn't black, what was that all over Patterson? And why couldn't he see the parking lot lights? |
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Trev toed down the metal stop to keep the door from swinging shut, then stepped outside. He took a |
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