I jump half out of my pants when I turn from the door and see Boot standing in my room partially hidden in the shadows. What are you doing here?
From his expression its something bad. My son is missing. He talks about killing hellhounds all the time. His plastic knife is missing along with his bicycle.
Fear seizes me. Hellhounds are the creatures of my nightmares, and the terror I feel at even the thought of being near them almost takes me to my knees. He would go out alone to find them?
Thats what hes done, we know it. The worry in Boots eyes is clear. If Che runs into a hellhound, hes dead.
You need to tell King.
If I cant find Che I will, but I was hoping you would help me look.
Hes out of his mind. Youre out of your mind, I say out loud. I can barely protect myself and even thats debatable. I deepen my breathing so I dont hyperventilate.