Chapter 39Puerto Peñasco, Mexico, 2006Drill's hands were locked together and cranked back high over his shoulder. Pinned in the sand beneath him, Cary steeled himself for the blow that was about to crash down on him.
He knew it was going to hurt like hell. He also knew it would only be the start of the very special beating he was about to receive.
Cary gulped in a deep breath and clamped his eyes shut, waiting for the pain.
Then, suddenly, two new weights jumped onto his back. Two bodies, scrambling and jostling, kicking him in the head, but not hard enough to hurt.
Two people, nowhere near as huge and heavy as Drill. Two little people, throwing themselves between Drill's sledgehammer fists and Cary.
Two children with very familiar voices.
"Stop it!" screamed Glo. "Leave him alo
