VI.

Lila walked through town. A pleasant place, but not very ripe. Four people melted at the church, the Reverend hit by a car, the Chief with internal problems. She needed four more for, dare she giggle at her own joke, par. She could smell them. They were here. But in what corner of "here" had they found refuge? And why did Connors think the people in the church deserved to die?

A flash of blue caught her eye. She tracked it down the street as it wove through the pedestrians and vaporized in front of a hair salon. There! A faint whiff; it was all she needed. Her eyes fixed on the salon as she ran her hands through her already short hair. Time for a trim and feed.