Salem's Lot

35

‘Callahan’s not here,’ Jimmy said flatly. They had gone through the entire house.

Ben forced himself to say it. ‘Barlow must have gotten him.’

He looked at the broken cross in his hand. It had been around Callahan’s neck yesterday. It was the only trace of him they had found. It had been lying next to the bodies of the Petries, who were very dead indeed. Their heads had been crushed together with force enough to literally shatter the skulls. Ben remembered the unnatural strength Mrs Glick had displayed and felt sick.

‘Come on,’ he said to Jimmy. ‘We’ve got to cover them up. I promised.’