“ In the ablutatorium, the late Juliette’s grandfather changed his head. 'He all right?' Owen asked. He raised the rifle, sighted down— Two explosions ripped the night, one of them close enough to hammer Kurtz and his men with the shockwave. Trucks moving in convoy along the turnpike.
“Hernon,” said van Cleef, “he’s centering on you. Turn off the porch light. 'Hey, Henry!' Carla called. Not much of a payday, do you think?' 'No, boss.