Too late. Jason gained an iron grip on Hollis’s shirt collar with one huge hand and raised the other above the cop’s head in a tightly balled fist.

The fist came down like a pile driver, slamming into the top of Zeke Hollis’s skull. The impact shattered his spine and collapsed his neck, forcing the head down into his torso.

   Chapter 7

Halo squinted over across the grass to see what looked like a corpse. As she grew accustomed to the light, she saw that the poor bastard was once a cop. Was his head missing? No, it seemed to have rammed down into his body. Flies had gathered, crawling over the discolored flesh.

Chapter 11, Friday the 13th: Hate Kill Repeat