She heard a door slam shut and then the raucous laughter of several men off in the distance. Sitting on the edge of the bed, dressing the ugly s***h across Sarge’s arm with what little she could scrape up, Charlene knew exactly where they were. And what their fate was going to be. But she pushed the fear out of her mind and worked on stopping the bleeding. All she had was some pieces of a sheet she ripped into long bandages and some electrical tape she found in a nightstand drawer. In the small bathroom adjoining the bedroom was a bottle of antiseptic hand soap and a sink. It was enough. For now.
Sarge’s right arm looked like the beginning wrappings of a mummy. The bandages were stained with blood, but the bleeding had stopped. He sat on the single bed, back leaning against a wall, and re
