Simeon, he asked, what have i.
In the passenger seat, susan remained hooded, head bowed, hands fisted against her cheeks, eyes squeezed shut, and face pinched, as if the saturn were in one of those hydraulic car crushers, about to be squashed into a three-foot cube. He paused for a moment, looking down on her, and when he stepped away again, she appeared as if she might have been sleeping-but for the blood and the vicious slash below her chin.