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.Willard entered through the ruined glass, shards crunching beneath his feet.“Y’all look surprised to see me,” he said.• • •Joe Dupree was almost within sight of Jack’s house when he heard the shots and the shattering of glass.Marianne’s house had been empty.He figured that she must have taken Danny over to Jack’s.He was approaching the house from the west, so the big windows were on the opposite side and he could not see what was transpiring inside.He tightened his grip on the shotgun and began to circle the house.• • •Moloch smiled at Willard.“I knew you’d make it,” he said.Willard looked confused.“You told them to kill me.”Moloch shook his head.“No, that was Dexter’s decision, and he didn’t tell me about it until we were in trouble.I wanted to kill him for it, but by then I needed all the help I could get.There’s something on this damn island, something that wants us all dead, and we need to stick together if we’re going to get off it alive.”Willard looked at the older man, and Moloch could see that he wanted to believe him.Whatever love Willard had for anything in this world, he had for Moloch.“You hadn’t killed Dexter, I’d have killed him myself once we got to land.I won’t shed tears for him.”Despite the agony of his lip, Moloch tried to seem compassionate and concerned about Willard’s own pain.It appeared to work.The gun, trained on Moloch, wavered, then fell.“Thank you, Willard,” said Moloch.Willard nodded.“Where we at?” he asked.Moloch shook Marianne hard, by the hair.“My wife and I were about to make love, but now I’ve decided to go straight to the afterglow.”“What happened to your mouth?”Moloch smiled, his teeth red.“Love bite,” he said, then looked to Jack.“You got a first–aid kit?”“In the kitchen, under the sink.”Moloch inclined his head toward the kitchen.“Go in, see what you can find for my mouth,” he told Willard.Willard took one last look at Dexter, lying unmoving on the floor, then headed for the kitchen, tucking his gun into his belt.The only sign of doubt he exhibited was his reluctance to turn away from Moloch.He was still looking back at him as the kitchen door swung closed on its hinges, hiding him from the view of those in the living room, and Joe Dupree’s great hand closed around his throat.Willard tried to reach for his gun, but the giant’s left hand plucked it from its belt and laid it gently on the top of the refrigerator.Willard’s feet began to rise from the ground.He tried to make a sound, but Dupree’s grip was too strong.He kicked out with his feet, hoping to hit the walls or the door and alert Moloch, but the giant held him in the very center of the large kitchen, away from anything that might allow Willard to give his presence away.Willard stretched for the giant’s face, but his arms were too short.Instead, he dug his nails into the Dupree’s hand, tearing and gouging, even as he felt his eyes bulging from his face, his lungs burning.Spittle shot from his mouth, and he began to shudder.Then the giant’s grip tightened, and the small bones in Willard’s neck started to snap.• • •Outside, Moloch’s head turned sharply toward the kitchen.“Willard?” he called.“You okay in there.”He discarded his knife.Keeping a grip on Marianne’s hair, he drew his own gun.He pressed it hard against her temple, moving her slowly toward the living room.He saw Jack look to his right, the boy too.Moloch risked a look around the corner.The female cop was standing at the ruined window.Her gun was raised.She fired.The glass on the painting closest to Moloch’s head shattered.At the same instant, Dupree emerged from the kitchen, his great bulk filling the doorway as he crouched slightly to enter the room.Moloch instantly drew Marianne up to her full height and forced her against him, using her body as a shield, the barrel of the gun now pushed hard into the soft flesh beneath her chin.Only Dupree could see him.Macy stood uncertainly at the window.Moloch adjusted his line of sight so that he could see the hall mirror and Macy’s reflection in its surface.“Peekaboo,” he said.“I see you.You stay right there, missy.”Dupree remained still, the shotgun pointed at Moloch [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]