He measured his words out with infinite effort. They fell with equal weight; like bricks.
“This desert was our hell. But the one thing he can’t stand-that’s Duggai’s hell.” He pounded Jay’s shoulders happily, taking cheap pleasure in vindictiveness and feeling no shame for it. “Think of the worst thing we could do to him. The worst thing we could possibly do to him.”
Jay’s face changed with slow comprehension.
Shirley whispered, “The hospital?”
“The hospital,” Mackenzie replied.
They both began to nod and Mackenzie turned to see her better but the red haze washed her out. He had something to tell her. With stubborn determined effort he tried to form the words but then for a while he passed out.