Chapter 342: True Blood

That afternoon, Salvatore Casson took the dogs out. Black General and Red General had grown again. The two of them ate like bottomless pits. Their shoulders stood over a meter high, each weighing well over two hundred pounds, built like young calves. The next day was the weekend. Mabel Casson got out of school early, but she looked sullen. Salvatore studied her face. "Sarah, what's wrong?" Mabel's mouth twisted. "Warren Shirvinton from the class next door confessed to me at the school gate. That...