Screams give way to silence. Sunshine yields to shadows under the canopy. Leaf litter fades to a blanket of pine needles…
Where are they?
Where the f**k are they?
Where the are they?My question is answered by a yell from offside. Then a gunshot. “Stay back. I"ll shoot the bastard. Her too.”
Where the hell’s he got the gun from?
Still, at least I know where he is…
The pine needles work for me now, cushioning my footfall as I work my way around.
There…
It"s Harkness, limping, bleeding. He looks wild, half-crazed. He has a gun in his hand, aimed at Mitch, but that hand drips blood.
She’s on the ground, bound at the ankles, wrists behind her back. Silent now, she’s half-naked, stripped to the waist, her face, chest, and breasts bloody.
Gagged?
Yes, gagged… Something stuffed into he
