Lance looked up from his game to see Ethan coming towards him. He had never been warned about Ethan. No one bothered to tell him anything. "Hey, Ethan." he greeted him, smiling and leaning on his golf club. "You come to play?"
Ethan stopped. "No." he said flatly.
"Oh. Too bad." Lance picked up the club and swung at the ball. Again, it moved only a couple of feet. "So, um, why are you here, then?" he asked, glancing back at Ethan as he moved to the ball.
"Where's Claire?" asked Ethan dangerously.
"Claire?" asked Lance, "The pregnant girl? Blonde hair, Australian accent?" He swung at the ball and missed. "Dunno," he replied. "Haven't heard about her in a while. Seems she was about to have her baby, last I heard." He shrugged and swung at the ball again. This time it rolled a few feet and stopped.
"I think you know where Claire is."
Lance swung at the ball and it rolled into a hole. "Yes!" he congratulated himself. He turned to Ethan. "What did you say?" he asked.
Ethan glared at him. "I think you know where Claire is." he repeated.
Lance thought for a moment and then bent down to retrieve the ball from the hole. "Not a clue." he said, squeezing his hand down into the little hole. "I would think she'd be at the caves, but I don't know." He pulled his soiled hand out from the hole and held up the ball triumphantly. "Why?"
Without answering, Ethan looped an arm around Lance's neck and with the other hand, grabbed a handful of his reddish hair. "What are you doing?" he asked frantically, but Ethan did not answer. Instead, he jerked Lance's head to one side, and with one fast, sickening crack, Lance fell in a crumpled heap onto the golf course. The golf ball rolled out of his hand, down the hillside after Ethan as the madman walked calmly away.