"Why do you want to kill us?" Minna asked. She had not spoken before. In fact, she had spoken so seldom during the entire time they'd been together that her voice was a novelty to Frank. He was inclined to discount her tirade on the floor with Wilson's head in her lap. She had been a different person then. Now she had lapsed back into her old shell.
Davis regarded thoughtfully. "Must you have a reason?"
"You should have a reason to kill people."
Davis said, "All right, if it will make you any happier. I told you about killing my keeper when they tried to make me leave town. He got in the car, behind the wheel. I got into the back seat and split his skull with a tire iron."
"What's that got to do with us?"
"Just this. Tommy was a better person than anyone of you or all of you put together. If he had to die, what right have you got to live? Is that enough of a reason for you?"
"This is all too damn crazy," Jim Wilson roared. He was on the point of leaping at Davis and his gun.
At that moment, from the north, came a sudden crescendo of the weird invader wailings. It was louder than it had previously been but did not seem nearer.
The group froze, all ears trained upon the sound. "They're talking again," Nora whispered.
"Uh-huh," Frank replied. "But it's different this time. As if—"