Ash Return of the Beast

CHAPTER 66



Fifteen minutes earlier…

A black 1974 Plymouth, with the head of Baphomet painted on the hood, squeeled around the corner and pulled up to the curb outside the hospital. Cowl opened the door on the passenger’s side and stepped in. “Perfect timing,” he said.

Cromwell nodded without turning to look at Cowl. He spoke in a trance-like monotone. “Just doing…what I…”

“What you were told. Yeah, I know. Let’s go. I don’t have all night.”