Novel & Cerita Billy Brennan Jurassic Park 3

He howled, the gun clattering from his hand as he went down. A man stepped out of the shadows at the alley's entrance. He was Tall, wearing a perfectly tailored suit, dark hair slicked back, and a gun in his hand. His eyes were ice-cold and utterly calm. “Tony,” he called and crouched in front of Tony. “I hate seeing in this position.” The man holding my hair released me immediately. I scrambled backward on my hands and knees, my palm screaming where glass had cut it earlier. "Dante Moretti," the third man breathed, and I heard genuine fear in his voice.

If it hadn't been for Daniel, they may never have found her. After the rescue, Daniel, Randy, Ben, and Eryn took care of the cleanup which included a huge bonfire containing Dillon's remains and the floorboards from the cellar. The noxious odor from Dillon's burning flesh was something she'd never forget. Nothing about that night would be forgotten anytime soon. Her senses were forever tainted. She could still see his cold, dead, baby-blues, still feel his reptilian tongue sliding across her cheek. There's nothing like the fear of dying, the terror in those moments before it happens.