Chapter Eleven
So now he knew, at lease that part of it: The men, brother officers, had taken the two girls out into the desert. Marie had been first. She was the pretty one, until they had mutilated her; cut away the physical part of her that distinguished her as a vibrant young woman. After that, she had been just so much sexless raw meat. And Taz had watched, knowing she was next. But there had been an intervention. The tables had been turned. Taz was alive. Her lover was dead. The men were dead. And Taz was overcome with the guilt of escaping the blade.
But what had happen to the men who had ruined the girl? They had died out there, in the desert, but how? He wanted to know more, but dare not push.
Taz slouched back against the table, her gallant legs extended out in front. She grip
