#Chapter119
The first attack took place along a dusty dirt road leading up towards the village. Three nights after the full moon disappeared from the sky, the air was still, hot and humid as the two young boys pushed the damaged bicycle up the road in the growing dark towards home, unaware that death waited for one of them in the high grass along the verge.
The killer had been unable to take down any prey for over a week, and hunger had brought him closer to the village, thanks to the scent of goat, cooking and the sound of humans.
