Smith peered into the room again, and the man groaned loudly as he jackhammered in and out of Candy. She continued the same Academy Award–worthy moaning, raising her volume so her screams were always louder than the man’s, even through the pressure on her neck from his clenched hand. Then Smith noticed the man make an unusual movement. Without removing his hand from Candy’s neck, or releasing her n****e from his teeth, or even slowing the thrusts from his hips, he reached down below the top of the mattress with his left hand, fishing for something.
Smith took one more photo and then the Kodak made a whirring noise, indicating the roll of film had reached its end.
“Sonofabitch. Really? Now?” he said, flipping over the camera.
He looked through the sheer curtains again and saw the man hol
