They couldn’t repair the hole in the wall. She realized they’d really gone too far to turn back at this point. Fear that Big Daddy would return and discover what had been done, the hole in the plaster wall and the damaged doorknob, and he would make them suffer for their insolence and disobedience. A dull, hollow gong! reverberated in the air with every strike.The sound also seemed to reverberate in her bones, making her feel as if her skeletal frame was going to simply break apart and she’d collapse onto the floor, a collection of ivory shards in a loose sack of skin.Of course, she realized this was only the fear talking. Before He Wakes Chapter Twelve: Getting Through the DoorĬHAPTER TWELVE:Getting Through the DoorClare stood againstthe back wall, fingers plugging her ears, as Patrick used the already dented bucket to beat on the doorknob, denting the bucket even further.Theyhave sent twelve emails in four hours.Theyare here. Theypublished another Letter to the Editor in the Greenville Newsaccusing the police of ignoring leads. Theyhave been blasting the sheriff’s department on Facebook. Over the past few months, there had become only one theyreferred to in the office. “What is it, Sanchez?”After a slight hesitation, Sanchez said, “They’re back.”Now Hammett did roll his eyes. Still, it was what most of his officers called him and he had come to tolerate it, if not accept it. He hated the moniker “Chief.” It made him feel like he was one of the Village People. “Um, Chief?”Hammett forced himself not to roll his eyes. The man looked vaguely ill and a little nervous. One of the newer deputies, Sanchez, stuck his head in. ![]()
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