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Spying Big John

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

GERALD'S POV

The glass-shattering sound was deafening. The sound wasn't just a scream; it rolled in waves, guttural and strange, like words twisted backward. My skin crawled. A witch's chant? Or something worse?

"What the hell was that?" I asked Max, who was as stoned as me.

"No...