CHAPTER THREE
Even without sound, the scene of Strike being electrocuted was terrible to behold. No screams issued from his mouth; well, at least none that Treehugger could hear. She couldn’t tear her eyes off the horrid sight of Bolt silently electrocuting Strike to death. She wondered if this was just some kind of strange, horrific nightmare she was experiencing, but when she pinched herself and felt a small prick of pain, she realized that this was entirely—horrifically—real.
A second later, however, the scene had changed. Bolt now lay on the floor, apparently unconscious, while Strike, whose costume and hair were now smoking, was in the arms of Arnold Johanson, who gently lowered him onto the floor in a comfortable position. It took Treehugger a second to realize that Arnold had used
