AGONIZING pain squeezed Carol’s head like a vise, strong enough to make her stomach roll. She tried to raise a hand to it, to rub her temples and ease some of the pain, but she couldn’t. Something restrained her hands so that she couldn’t move them.
With a moan, she opened her eyes and blinked in the darkness. She lay on a hard floor. Her clothes were wet and muddy. Her hands were tied behind her back.
Then it came flooding back, and she remembered. She remembered Jack’s face above hers, the figure swinging something behind him. Her pulse fluttered, and she tried to get her bearings. Why couldn’t she move?
It was too dark. She couldn’t see anything. Then lightning flashed outside a large picture window on the far wall, and she spotted the outline of a piano in the dazzling glare. Bobby’
