Predator Concrete Jungle 5

He stood like that for a moment, then started to turn back to the building...and froze.

"What?" Rasche said, looking down, expecting to see Carr coming back.

"Shut up," Schaefer said. "Listen."

Rasche shut up and listened.

"I don't hear anything," he said-which wasn't literally true, because of course he heard the wind and the distant traffic and the voices of the cops surrounding the building and all the other noises of New York by night, but he didn't hear anything that could account for Schaefer's behavior.

"Something's out there," Schaefer said.

"Like what?" Rasche asked.

"I don't know," Schaefer said.

Rasche looked around at the empty alleyways, the waiting cops, the broken glass and rotten wood of the shattered window, the dim corridor that led back to that bloody scene straight out of hell.
He didn't see anything wrong-except the obvious, of course, the broken window and the room where the monsters had done whatever it was they did. But he didn't see anything that might begin to explain it, and he didn't hear anything that could mean
anything, while at the same time he could almost feel whatever Schaefer was talking about. Something was out there. Something wrong.

"This is starting to scare me, man," he said.-pg.31 chpt.3