The muscular kid with the white mask and the big biceps raised his left arm high, as if in salute. He was holding something that looked like a tire iron.

"Son," said the trooper, "you better—"

And then the arm came down.

   Chapter 14

Teddy looked down at the trooper's dead body, which was nestled among the wet, dark leaves. Blood was bubbling out from the trooper's caved-in skull, dark-red blood mixed with clots of gray- white brains.

   Friday the 13th: Road Trip, chapter 15