"That's probably the only thing that could have saved you. From what I read, they can't stand a cross. And silver's got something to do with it." Jerry reached into his own pocket. "Feel this."
Carver's rough hand fumbled over the object.
"Made it this evening. Took a cold chisel and hammer to an old silver tray. Not fancy, but it was all I had."
"You done that, before I came and told you about Ed?"
Jerry nodded grimly. "I'm convinced we're up against something terrible. And believe me, Mike, I'm scared."
The shadows drew closer, thicker still. They seemed charged with menace.
With a catch in his voice, Jerry said, "Maybe now's the time to try it."
Carver's head jerked around.
"I mean smash Merklos and his tribe for good."