Never had he seen anything like what was happening to Hank Stransky. Red blotches formed on the skin across his face. They darkened into shiny pustules — which broke like ripe boils, discharging a gooey liquid. Hank jumped up from the barstool and span completely around like a man in some mad dance…
First a workman goes crazy in a public bar with a broken bottle… A taxi-driver murderously slams his cab into a crowd of pedestrians… A newly-wed bride slaughters her husband in a restaurant and plunges through a plate-glass window.
Three strange, violent deaths, three different cities, and all on the same day.
But these are only the first of thousands…
For something has gone terrible, horribly wrong.
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