Chapter 70

“Which shit?” There was, Lyle figured, a whole hell of a lot of shit to sift through.

Rafe shifted in his seat to look at Lyle directly. “Those weird little bead things. Do you figure it’s some kind of carbon matter or something?”

“I have no clue,” Lyle told him.

“They were so black. And hard! Who would have figured a body could turn into something like that?”

Lyle nodded. “That they were. As black and hard as their filthy fucking hearts.”