I almost stopped her there. Hearing the way they’d hurt Dan, someone who’d survived the Dying with his dignity intact, who’d protected Stacy from the more predatory survivors…well, unless you counted Margolis among those predators…it made me want to scream at the injustice of it all. Problem was, I had a good idea that there was far worse news yet to come.
“But they didn’t leave it at that,” I said, almost in a whisper.
“No. They beat him up for…I’m not sure, but I think it was at least four days in a row. Maybe five. Then Margolis came down and stared at me in that way he has — you know, where your skin wants to crawl right off your body?”
Unfortunately, I knew all too well. And he hadn’t even done anything to me, except send a few leers in my direction. He’d been occupied with other t
