Found

CHAPTER 46

I didn’t sleep. But in a little while, none of that would matter.

In fact, what Troy Taylor had done to me wouldn’t matter either.

As I grew more tired, delirium started to set in. I saw Troy’s mocking grin. Then I saw Luther’s mocking grin. Sometimes the smiles were superimposed on top of each other. Sometimes one face slowly transformed into the other.

Luther and Troy. My enemies. My Butchers.

At 6:00 A.M., still lying on my back, I heard the phone ring. Early, I thought.

A few minutes later, I heard the basement door open. Uncle Myron trudged down the stairs slowly. I sat up when I saw his face. It looked like someone had just punched him in the stomach.

“Who was on the phone?” I asked.

“Buck’s father.”

“What happened?”

Uncle Myron swallowed hard. “Buck.”

“What about him?”

“He’s dead.”