I, Corpse

ISBN-13: 9781499700374 / Angielski / Miękka / 2014 / 220 str.

Trevor R. Fairbanks; Paul Chatem

Opis

AND SLOWLY HE BECAME A FLESH EATING ZOMBIE actual 99th page: "I ..." But before he had a chance to complain anymore she was shoving him out the door, rumpled suit, body odor and all. He knew why. It was because he was standing in the hallway. At the bottom of the stairs the Faceless Stranger was waiting. Kevin could see him. He was in the foyer that lead into the apartment complex, loitering and trying to be cool. And he was cool. He smoked a long cigarette and wore a black leather jacket. The dark stained jeans and white striped T-shirt made him look like the hoodlum from an old biker movie. Like all men of stealth he kept to the shadows and quickly turned away when he saw the door to the apartment open. He was going to commit the perfect crime tonight and he was the dapper, immaculate criminal. He was nothing more than a professional shadow. Adultery came easy to men like him. "Have a good day at work, honey " Alyssa said in a loud voice, which was obviously a cue for the man downstairs. She was telling him, in cheater's code, that it was safe to come up. Or soon would be. Kevin looked down the flight of stairs. Suddenly she grabbed him and kissed him on the mouth. Then she shoved the wall into his back pocket. Kevin looked at her. There it was. He saw it. He was not crazy. A quick glance down the stairs and a brief wink. It was there. He saw it. He was not crazy. Another signal to the Faceless Stranger. The cheater's code. The perfect crime.