Chapter 68: Sparkes and Blood – Bloody Fools, Part 1

Martin watched Constable Reba Pierce sitting across from him and sipping coffee. Martin thought Bill was making something for breakfast. Truscot sat at the end of the table and watched the rookie with worried eyes. No one said anything, they didn't talk about the sunny weather, or the birds singing from the edge of the woods. They especially didn't talk about the piles of ash that was all that remained of heavily armed and well trained police squad that had arrived the day before.

Bill placed plates in front of the two officers, then fetched plates for himself and Martin.

"Eat," he said, "you're going to need it."

Truscot ate mechanically as if it didn't matter what he put in his mouth. Reba pushed the food around on her plate. Martin ate slowly and savoured the flavours. It was just bacon and eggs, but it was a meal that he hadn't expected to survive to eat.