Читать книгу Small Town Monsters - Craig Nybo - Страница 21

Small Town Monsters

3

Chapter 5

Twilight brought with it a snappish smell from the needles of the blue spruces and pines that were scattered over most of DePalma Beach’s outskirts like sentries stationed on twenty-four hour alert over the town and its residents. The wasp-buzzing neon signs advertising different brands of beer hummed to life in the bay windows of Pearlman’s Tavern as the first patrons of the night came down from the lumber yards and out of the mines for a pint on their way home to their families and televisions.

One after the other, the lights along residential streets—dressed on both sides with single-storied ramblers—flickered on for another night filled with family dinners around the table, perhaps a few verses from the Good Book, perhaps a few hours of slavery to the television.

Kurt pulled his muddy Blazer into the carport of his two-thousand square foot red-brick rambler. He got out of his Blazer and noticed Hugh Fostett sitting in his usual place on his porch across the street. Hugh was already in mid-wave and smile when Kurt caught his eye. Kurt returned the wave.

“Why don’t you come over for a beer?” Hugh shouted across the road.

“Give me a minute,” Kurt said with a smile and went into

Concerning:

Kurt McCammus

Hugh Fostett