“Jackals?”
“That’s what I said. A whole den of ’em.”
“You saw them?”
“I saw the bodies. They had them all laid out covered in sheets, but the cops kept coming over and lifting the sheets off to have a look.”
“Why were you there?”
“The place was a mess. Bones and corpses and shit piled up everywhere, like old ones from the cemetery. Some of them had rags and …
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