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astonishment, incisive, punctured the crazed blur of
Barnum's eyes.
The body jumped backwards, falling. Blood, so red
the man's auburn hair looked brown, pulsed out onto
the stomach and thighs.
Henry could hear Night's squeals and the groans of
the woman who rocked on her knees beside the dog. A
siren whooped, its loudness coming closer and closer
until it was just outside the house. Finally it subsided in
an abrupt whining halt. A light spun, flashing red through
the window. Ignoring it, Maynard Henry bent down to
Night, but the dog growled and bit at him; its whole side
was torn open, soaked red.
"Fuck it," Henry whispered. He fired once into the
shepherd's head. Then the room was quiet. "Okay.
Everything's okay now," he said to the dead dog. Still
squatting, he turned to take Judith by the shoulders.
"Tell me where Chin is. Is Chin here? Where is she?"
The woman's eyes, terrified, moved past his, came
back, and looked for him as if she couldn't see him.
"She's not here."
And Henry breathed out, weights pulled off his