Eckert’s mind spun. The little fucker was killing him. Killing him with that goddamn word.
It was just the two of them now, him and the kid. Both of them lost in that bitter cold.
That deathly cold.
That word kept driving into his head. Driving so hard he thought his brain might explode. That was, if his body didn’t first.
Eckert flopped to the floor. He screamed again but nothing came. His throat had frozen.