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yourself, woman . You’re going to blotch up this case
if you don’t give your head a shake.
    She needed to
get over this mysterious infatuation with the man. Her focus needed
to be on Casey. With a decisive nod, she drained her cup and stood.
She gave the very appreciative waitress a twenty dollar bill for
taking such good care of her. She snatched her blazer from the
bench and left the diner. Out front, she lifted her chin and rolled
back her shoulders.
    Agent Dianne Parker, reporting for duty .

Chapter
Five
     
    Insurmountable
fear paralyzed her. Casey awoke to find her arms outstretched and
tied to a post. Her legs were crossed and tied the same way. Sour
bile rose up in her mouth and she choked. Her battered body
shuddered as she coughed.
    He’s going to
crucify me!
    Every ounce of
energy she had left erupted in a scream. She didn’t recognize the
pathetic cry coming from her parched lips. Scream after scream
resounded in the small room, halted by the door swinging open. Her
captor, dressed in black from head to toe, an oversized hood
concealed his face, not unlike the grim reaper.
    Casey sobbed
uncontrollably. “Please! You can’t do this! I don’t want to die!”
She choked out the words between sobs.
    For the first
time since coming to this hell, her captor spoke. “If I hear one
more sound out of you, I will put the tape back on.”
    Icy tendrils of
fear squeezed her heart. His deep gravelly baritone pierced her
very soul. Nothing seemed real, like she was watching a really bad
movie.
    His gloved hand
disappeared in a pocket on his trench coat. The shiny metal blade
glinted as it came to sight. “Or maybe you would rather I cut out
your tongue?”
    Her body went
rigid. Tears ran down her face. It took every ounce of control not
to allow the screams free reign. The sickening laugh that erupted
from his shadowed hood was almost her undoing, but she summoned up
strength from a hidden resource and stayed perfectly still.
    “ I need another picture for your daddy. You just stay still
while I make sure it looks just right.”
    Her entire body
convulsed as he stood mere inches from her face. The material from
his hood hung down over his face. He turned the knife from side to
side before her eyes and lowered himself to his knees, leaving a
trail of sickening warmth from his stank breath.
    Hysteria threatened to erupt the countless seconds he kneeled
before her. The cold metal blade pressed against the flesh of her
stomach. He sunk the tip of the blade in her skin and dragged the
blade, repeating the process, over and over again. The sicko is actually carving something on my
stomach . Why can’t
I feel anything?
    Something deep
inside of her gave way. Her entire stomach felt on fire. The room
swirled around her, and she pleaded with the darkness to take her
away.
    ****
    A growing crowd
of townspeople shouted out their anger and frustration. Early that
morning, the postmaster had opened up the Post Office, to find a
ghastly picture of Casey pinned to the board. Witnesses told how Ed
Tilbert threw up on his feet before letting out a blood-curdling
scream. Two plain clothed officers had discarded their post at the
doors and ran to his aid.
    Dianne and Seth
waded through the cluster of onlookers. One woman clutched her
housecoat together, and a man looked their way, his eyes a tad too
bright, shaving cream dripped from his chin. Seth stood at the
front to try and contain the crowd while she slipped inside.
    A small group
of officers stood in front of the bulletin board, blocking her view
of the picture.
    “ Did anyone touch the picture?” Her voiced commanded attention,
and the officers parted and let her pass. Dianne’s stomach turned
and she switched on her internal Agent button.
    Young Casey was
tied to a crudely made cross. On her stomach resembled the writing
of a kindergarten student with a tube of lipstick. The name JEZEBEL
flashed across her belly. Blood trickled down from the letters;
ending in a pool at