Chapter Twelve
The Stranger
The tape was grainy, looking worn, as if it had been copied over many times. But the images were still clear enough to recognize, and the audio was clear as a bell. Nancy watched the scene in awe as the most amazing session of s****l malevolence unfolded. Meg was there, watching too—for moral support.
“I can’t believe you did this,” she exclaimed, once Nancy confessed the theft.
“I can. I want out of this damn game!” She paused the videotape, just so Meg got the message clearly.
“You’re really sure you can handle what you’re talking about here? It’s blackmail!”
“Exactly what I’ve been living with! I’ve been blackmailed for months. I’m just turning the tables. Don’t you worry.”
“But I do worry. This is scary.” Meg was all curled up on the couch like a fr
