Dead as a Doornail [antikvár]

i knew my brother would turn into a panther before he did. As I drove to the remote crossroads community of Hotshot, my brother watched the sunset in silence. Jason was dressed in old clothes, and he had a plastic Wal-Mart bag containing a few things he might needtoothbrush, clean underwear. He hunched inside his bulky camo jacket, look-ing straight ahead. His face was tense with the need to con-trol his fear and his excitement."You got your cell phone in your pocket?" I asked, know-ing I'd already asked him as soon as the words left my mouth. But Jason just nodded instead of snapping at me. It was still afternoon, but at the end of January the dark comes early.Tonight would be the first fiill moon of the New Year.When I stopped the car, Jason turnéd to look at me, and even in the dim light I saw the change in his eyes. They