“Oh blessed God!”
Maya’s words accompanied the strangled gasps of Tisha and the quiet woman as they drew close enough to Enoch DeStiy to see his shattered head and disfigured body. All stood motionless in a grim silence that was broken only by an occasional cackling that came from beyond the door.
Harry and Daniel failed to shield the three women from the horror.
“How can this be?”
Tisha’s words were sobs. Harry’s hand reached behind him, found her arm and squeezed it. But his eyes were focused on DeStiy.
Then Ryland stepped directly in front of the hideous cadaver.