Excerpts from CLOCKING OUT
EXCERPT from "3:33 - Rescue" Glancing back at the children, she was
surprised to see none of them appeared to be aware of O’Bryan’s
actions. She widened her smile, cursing herself for leaving their
walkies in the car. “Who’s ready to go home now? Detective, would
you be so kind as to notify headquarters that we have thirteen very
tired and hungry boys and girls who want to come home?” “We’re not going home,” Bradley Roark
intoned in a voice that was nothing remotely human. A young girl—Amanda Margellis, Alice’s inner voice informed her—took a step
closer to her. “You’re not going home either.” “Why not?” O’Bryan inquired. “We’re hungry,” a third child within the
crowd answered. “We’re hun-gry! We’re hun-gry!” another
child began chanting. The others caught up the chant, until it
reverberated inside the hangar. “WE’RE HUN-GRY! WE’RE HUN-GRY!”
Feldstar straightened, turned
around, and stiffly strode toward them. His face was paper white,
his expression one of anger, but his eyes… His eyes
were a dark scarlet red. Angela
gasped, when she felt a tickling sensation on her arm. She
automatically swatted it without thinking, and froze at the sight of
the remains of a second mosquito on her skin. Its remains,
and a minute smear of blood. |
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