At the bar, a woman with too-red lips and no pulse smiled. Her name was Santánico. She slid two shots across the sticky wood.
The lights went out.
Then the screaming started.
Richie laughed. It was the first real sound he’d made in hours.
“Seth,” he said, licking his lips. “On va brûler cet endroit.” We’re gonna burn this place down. from dusk till dawn vostfr
The neon sign buzzed in Spanish and English: ABIERTO – OPEN . The parking lot was empty except for a single hearse and a van with no plates.
He opened the car door. On the passenger seat lay Richie’s switchblade, still wet. At the bar, a woman with too-red lips and no pulse smiled
Inside the stolen RV, the Fuller family slept. Well, pretended to sleep. Jacob, the ex-preacher, kept one eye open. His daughter Kate gripped a cross under her pillow. Young Scott hadn’t moved in two hours.