in the spotlight. Angry buzz of insects faded to a steady hum.
“What about it?” Frank bent, studying the wall; his flashlight beam splashed across the panelling.
“You gotta be kidding me.”
“No – I saw –”
Slow scratching noises resumed, a faint whisper creeping toward her. “Frank – did you hear that?”
It’s going to get him, the thought burst into her mind. It’s waiting. Her voice tightened in rising panic, “You know – maybe you shouldn’t be down there with all that spray – can you come up here?”
“Yep.” Frank turned toward her. Insects continued to drop around him, hard shells falling like rain, and spattered against each other ont...
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