I said, ‘Cops … Why aren’t there any cops when you need them?’
‘I live next door to a cop. A sergeant from the town station.’
‘He couldn’t do anything?’
‘Oh, he could do plenty.’ Steve nodded. ‘He was murdering his own children.’
But their eyes belted out a different message.
They burned with hatred. The muscle beneath their faces was so tight skin creases radiated from their mouths and eyes. Whatever changes had taken place inside their heads changed the shape of their faces. These were facial expressions no one on this planet had seen before.