Unseen by Nancy Bush

he knew that. He didn’t care. Ed had waited all his life for something for himself. When was it Eddie’s turn, huh? And he wasn’t going to wait anymore. He was going to take what he wanted. What he needed. What he deserved!
    But…what had happened? He was in deep shit, here, he could tell, and there was a murky memory of something bad…
    Damn drugs. He was sinking under them, but at least that would mean the pain would go away. He was hurt. He needed to heal.
    He could see that lovely, lovely girl reaching for the soccer ball…
    In his dream he reached back.
    Lovely…

Chapter Six
    The interior of the truck reeked. Reeked with her evil odor. Reeked with her death. His eyes watered but he refused to cover his nose and mouth. He wouldn’t give the witch the satisfaction.
    And she was burning now. Burning. Her sick, filthy flesh melting from her body.
    He drove away as fast as he dared. He’d found a place for her. They would discover her and soon. Her scent alone would draw them near, but the fire would pinpoint the location from afar.
    He had a long way to go before he was safe. The other witch’s haunts were over an hour’s journey from his home, closer to two in the summer when vacationers headed to the beach. He didn’t know what had brought her to the town of Quarry, but it was where he’d found her, where he intended to find her again.
    Quarry.
    His lips flattened into a cold smile.
    His quarry.

    Carol Pellter really had nothing more to add to her story but she was bent on keeping Will’s interest as he sat across from her at the dining table of her parents’ house. Her mom looked both weary and annoyed. Now that the danger was past, their daughter’s obsession with the event was something she wanted to switch off but just did not know how.
    Carol’s tale was sounding less and less like a suspected kidnapping and probable sexual assault case, and more and more like an epic fairy tale where Letton was an ogre bent on destroying everything good and hopeful in the world and Carol was a princess/swashbuckler who saved one and all.
    Will pretended to listen closely to her description of Letton, which stopped just short of him possessing horns and cloven feet, while trying to direct her tale-telling toward something a little more productive. He’d already concluded that this trip to meet with her was a waste of time, but he liked her and sensed that her need to keep the attention on herself stemmed from loneliness, the kind suffered by children whose busy parents signed their kids up for every athletic event, every academic tournament as a means of overcompensation. She had no brothers or sisters and possessed an imagination that boggled. Will sought to guide her through the events of the morning of her near-abduction in an attempt to draw her back from fantasy.
    “Do you remember anything about the silver car?” Will asked, though Carol had been thoroughly questioned a number of times already. Each time her story became a little more exaggerated.
    “It came speeding up then BAM! He just went up in the air and landed back on top. Then he bounced off. There was a lot of blood.” She’d been squeamish and white-faced the first time she’d told the tale. Now she didn’t bat an eye. “He was kinda moving his legs and arms, like he was gonna get up and chase me like a zombie!” She shivered, eyes wide. Will could see her adding that to her fairy tale. The Princess and the Zombie.
    “You said it was silver. What about the wheels?”
    “The wheels?”
    “What kind of rim did they have? Chrome, shiny? Or, dull, maybe black?”
    “They were just wheels. Round.”
    “Any kind of logo? Name of the kind of car? Like, Ford or Toyota or Jeep?”
    “It was just kinda old.”
    “How did you know that?”
    “I know cars,” she said, like he was the biggest idiot on earth. “My dad drives a BMW and my mom has a Ford Escape.”
    “All right. Do you know what kind of old car it was?”
    “The kind people