Lucky’s massive size until he stood next to him. Terry found him in the late afternoon, hauling the day’s catch of fish off the Baby Roxanne. Not enough to sell, but enough to feed his family.“What do you want?”“I wanted to let you know I talked with the woman. With Ms. Labasan.”“I don’t care. I don’t want to talk about any of them. You understand?”“But she’s not all bad—”“She is exploring the island. She is going to find your wife. She’s going to write a book about her. And everyone will know about the Aswang.”“Maybe…” Terry let his voice fade away. Maybe what? Maybe Jemma wouldn’t find the secret they harbored on the island? Maybe she wouldn’t write the book after all? Not bloody likely.“And every time they go out there? She smells it. She gets hungry. And if I don’t keep her fed, she comes here, to the town. And you know what she likes to eat.”Terry nodded, but Mr. Lucky went on.“Sabu’s wife is pregnant. I won’t risk it. I have to find something to feed her tonight.”“I’ll send them away,”
