IT DIDN’T HURT AS MUCH the second time.
Mooney finally attracted Harse’s attention, and Harse, with a Masonic pass over one of the little silvery things, set it to loosening and removing the silver bonds. The things were like toy tanks with jointed legs; as they spun the silver webs, they could also suck them in. In moments, the webs that held Mooney down were gone.
He got up, aching in his tired muscles and his head, but this time the panic that had filled him in the truck was gone. Well, one victim more or less—what did it matter? And besides, he clung to the fact that Harse had not exactly said the victims were dead.
So it didn’t hurt as much the second time.
Mooney planned. He shut the door and sat on the edge of the bed. “Shut up—you put us in a lousy fix and I have to think a way
