Not even the lights on the northwestern horizon, now much brighter, or the sound of the motors and helicopters could offer him much comfort. The car's other two occupants have been thrown clear, one of them almost thirty damn feet. Mrs Cavell appears not to notice. The man moved past Deke and up the center aisle.
Guns, thank God. He stopped once to look back at the fire. He spread his buttocks, probed between them, slid a finger two knuckles deep into his anus, and felt nothing but flesh. He began to weep again, bewildered and afraid, alone in the woods.
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