Chapter thirty-eight
In the morning, Laura started scrubbing the blood off of the carpet. No matter how hard she tried, she could not remove all the evidence of the violence that had happened in the house. The beige carpet would be forever discolored by the blood of her father, and his beloved canine.
"We are three days from the full moon," Laura said as she peeled off the yellow rubber gloves she'd used to protect her hands from the cleaning chemicals. "We might as well stay for the trade and then head back."
Seth peeled back the wrapper on a granola bar. "I hate to ask this... but what are we going to do with the other two bodies?"
Laura shrugged coldly. "Put them out at the end of the driveway. Let it be a warning to anyone else who thinks about robbing the house." She reached for t
