Chapter Six
Left alone in the kitchen, Alex looked at Zach, not sure what to ask.
“I did knock,” Zach said. “Guess you didn’t hear it.”
Color scored Alex’s cheeks as Curly grabbed a chair, sank into it like he needed it. Without consultation, he and Ben chose the opposite side of the table, where they could keep an eye on the door, even though it was too little and way too late.
Zach picked the head of the table, his chair squeaking when he pulled it out.
Alex had questions, but Curly Gastonieau looked like he’d aged twenty years in two minutes. Lines cut deep into his gray face and sweat glistened on his bald head. His mouth was set in grim lines. He didn’t look at anyone. Stared ahead like the zombies were coming for him. He rubbed his upper lip, his hand showing a tremor when he lo
