Fangtooth
““Duncan, what are you doing?”
Duncan folded his arms across his chest.
“Lillian’s right. It’s an age old tradition to offer a sacrifice to the sea or the land in return for a good harvest.”
Bruce couldn’t believe his ears. This was pagan claptrap. “Duncan, there are monsters out there. You can’t be serious.”
“Deadly.”
“Gran,” Jen said, “you saw those things.
This is crazy.”
“She’s crazy,” Jack said.
“Shut it kid,” Duncan said. “You outsiders think you know it all. Well you don’t. If it wasn’t for us, this village would have shrivelled up and died years ago.”
“My God,” Bruce said. “The people who lived in the house before us. You killed them, didn’t you?”
Duncan shrugged. Shazam growled.
“I’d shut that dog up before I do it for you,” Duncan snarled.
Bruce patted Shazam on the head.
“Shush,” he said.
Duncan was a large man, but Bruce guessed he could tackle him. He chewed his lip, could feel his heart hammering away, palms sweating.
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