“She was walking across the highway, paralleling the slime, her daughter clutching her right hand. They had identical short black hair, as dark as Gabriel had ever seen, but Lyssa’s was spiked from running her fingers through it. Her face was lined with exhaustion, and her clothes were spattered with goo. She seemed remarkably calm, considering, and she had handled the reporter like a pro. He wished he had been as good. Nicole Drapier had finally cornered him after he had driven back up the beac...h, leaving Zeke to complete the honking. Drapier had asked Gabriel about his efforts to drive the creatures off the road. He had said some garbage about the ways that improvisation was important on the coast, and that a person had to prepare for anything. Then she had asked if he thought the creatures they saw were supernatural. He had smiled at her and said of course not. If they were, they would have just disappeared. She had asked some sort of follow-up, a rephrasing of the same question, and he had given her his most condescending look.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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