Before the Moment of Death
By Patrick M. Tracy
“It seems worse now.” Keeter hunched inside the confines of the pickup truck’s cab. At six-nine, he was all knees and elbows, craning his long neck to get a look at the black rain that was falling all around them.
“Always gets worse around this time of day,” Bosch grunted.
“Are…they…out on a day like this?” Keeter seemed to shrink in on himself like an emaciated spider.
Bosch nodded. “That’s what they pay us for. Other than that, it’s just driving.”
Kahlthrune clung to the rain-lashed truck, hearing their words, knowing their minds before the moment of death.