“I don"t think you"d like my answer,” Savanna said, staring off into space. “If it is an answer.”
“Look, it’s okay,” Roger intervened. “The rex has got enough food down there to last him the proverbial winter. We just gotta hang tight up here until he settles down—”
The entire building lurched violently, and the roof slanted precariously toward the parking lot. The rex looked up at them briefly, snarling ... then returned to its kill.
“You were saying ...?” the clerk prompted.
“Okay, yeah, that"s no good ...” Roger looked to the ridge of rock which stood between them and the highway, and the field of tall grass proceeding it. “Right. Okay, then ... I believe it"s time.”
He was trying not to think about fluttering dark somethings.
“Time for what?” the cashier barked. “Time to die? Oh
