Everybody Dies
Chapter One
Andy Buckley said, "Jesus Christ," and braked the Cadillac to a stop. I looked up and there was the deer, perhaps a dozen yards away from us in the middle of our lane of traffic. He was unquestionably a deer caught in the headlights, but he didn't have that stunned look the expression is intended to convey. He was lordly, and very much in command.
C'mon," Andy said. "Move your ass, Mister Deer."
"Move up on him," Mick said. "But slowly."
"You don't want a freezer full of venison, huh?" Andy eased up on the brake and allowed the car to creep forward. The deer let us get surprisingly close before, with one great bound, he was off the road and out of sight in the darkened fields at the roadside.
We'd come north on the Palisades Parkway, northwest on Route 17, northeast on 209. We were on an unnumbered road when we ... read full excerpt from Everybody Dies ebook
