At first Spurlock tasted coconut in his eggs, in what meat he ate; it permeated everything, taste and smell. She dared not say the word aloud, not even to herself. Dolby smiled. Spurlock advanced, the censer swung high. She feasted reluctantly, partly out of wonder at the new function of her often elongated canines. When she was done she checked the patio door and carried his body into the garage, burying his remains next to the ten year old girl he had raped and killed last autumn, whose bones were starting to show in small areas where the maggots had feasted. She was honest again. “The man who was found dead in your sister’s room was named Hill?” “It is the man,” she answered.
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