You're under arrest. The bartender waddled out from behind her post toscoop up her booty as they headed for the door. Tothe south and east was nothing but open ground. Her eyes drifted shut on that terrible thought, the exhaustion winningout at last, and she slid from the nightmare into blessed blackness.
Josh looked out at her from the television screen, wide eyes andfreckles, a gap in his grin where a tooth had been. Hannah flinched as another small barb struck its target. She was asleep in bed, though he knewfrom experience the slightest sound might wake her. In death she looked like somethingthat had been freeze-dried until all fluid evaporated and the tissue andskin shrunk down tight against bone like leather-which was preciselywhat had happened.
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