Possession had its favorites.
Two kinds of people, who opened their doors without even knowing it.
The first were the weak-souled — the ones who gave up easily, whose hope could be snuffed out like a candle. They were easier to control and so much easier to pull into the darker side.
The second were the rotten-hearted who were already in the dark.
The ones so steeped in their own crimes that nothing stirred in them anymore, no matter what horror they witnessed or committed.
If vengeful spirits had to choose, it was obvious which group made the better vessels.
The newly arrived ferry was full of gangsters of the King's Men.
With Randy at their head, they stepped onto the Red Shore, armed with knives, pistols, swaggering like men who believed death worked for them.
The deal was simple enough. They wanted blood.
Specifically, the blood of the one who had killed their leader's brother — the man they'd once called Mr. Colton.
