Hand of Evil
Preface
When the car door slammed shut on his hand, the universe came to a stop and nothing else mattered. Nothing. He dropped to his knees, howling in agony while a nearby coyote, startled by the sound, responded with a howl of its own. Rigid with pain, at first he couldn't even reach for the door handle. By the time he did, it was too late. The door lock inside the vehicle had already clicked home.
"Please," he begged. "For God's sake, open the door."
But the answer to that was no -- an unequivocal no. The engine turned over and the car began to move.
"You can't do this," he screamed. "You can't!"
By then the pavement was moving beneath him, slowly at first, then faster and faster. He held out his other hand, trying to brace himself or somehow pull himself back to his feet. For a moment that almost worked and he was close to upright, but then the speed of the car outdistanced his scrambling feet and he fell again, facedown this time, with the full weight of his body pulling on the exploding pain in his fingers.
As the speed of the vehicle increased, so did his agonized screams. The parking lot's layer of loose ... read full excerpt from: Hand of Evil ebook
