through his hip.
“Dear Lord,” Gorman whispered, “send me the strength I need right now. Send us all the strength we need and...”
From inside the house, he could hear voices. Seconds later, a light was switched on in the hallway, and finally
Michael Hillard peered out through the window.
“Sheriff?” he said after a moment, clearly shocked, but with a hint of dread in his eyes.
“Hello, Michael,” Gorman replied as the door was unlocked.
“What's wrong?” the younger man asked as he stood aside to let Gorman shuffle into the house. “We're all here,
Sheriff. None of us are out tonight or -”