“Why children?” Cyclone snapped. “I know shit happens to everyone. Shit happened to me. Bad shit. But was human shit. These fuckers could take on anyone. Why children?’
I kept my eye on the closet door. It remained open, just an inch. The matchbox stayed perched atop it.
I said, “Predators prefer to get their meals with the least amount of work. Wolves, lions, tigers – they all seek out the oldest, the youngest, the sick in order to get fed quickly. I have heard that described as ‘keeping the herd strong’ “.
Cyclone stared at the floor.
I heard the sound of the matchbox striking the floor.