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point was that we were dealing with some mutant, some prehistoric throwback, something that just never evolved beyond that stage where it crawled out of the slime of some pit." |
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Madden sighed deeply. It was obvious I hadn't convinced him. It was equally obvious the whole situation was too bizarre for him to comprehend. He was a practical man, trained to look at empirical data, and nothing that had transpired in Chambers Bay in the last 72 hours could be construed as practical, routine or normal. He was dealing with something far beyond the realm of drunks and poachers and traffic accidents and family squabbles. People were dying at an alarming rate. Chambers Bay was being terrorized by something that defied description. And to make matters worse, for all practical purposes, Chambers Bay was cut off from the rest of the outside world. |
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Finally the big man let out with one of his own half-growl, half-grunts. "Okay, Researcher, so now you've told me all of this. What do you expect me to do?" |
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"I want you to go back and convince Kendall to hold off on his plan until I've had one last chance to talk to this kid, Kelto." |
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"That's all," I assured him. "All he has to do is delay his sweep an hour, maybe two, |
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