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he’d bought with money he saved from two summers of warehouse work.
    “We oughta catch the little fuckers and teach ’em a lesson,” Josh suggested. He made a fist and socked his open palm. “Teach ’em they can’t go raising hell on our turf.”
    “Yeah,” James said absently. He was preoccupied with trying to figure out why the distant chiming of the church bell was making his skin crawl and giving him the feeling that something very bad was going to happen.
    * * *
    Candace Cassidy couldn’t believe this was happening to her. It was like something you saw on TV, especially if you watched that Lifetime Movie Network on cable, LMN. Television for women. Brad always jokingly called it the Lousy Men Network because they showed so many movies about rapists, wife-beaters, child-abusers and any other category of male scoundrels you could name.
    But Brad was out of town, and this
was
happening to her.
    And the two thugs who had snatched her off the street were definitely not TV actors.
    They were real-life hoods.
    “Please,” she whimpered, looking up at them from the cellar floor. “Don’t hurt my baby.”
    “Shut your hole, cunt,” snarled the bearded one, “or I’ll shut it for you.”
    “We should gag her,” said the one with the shaved head and the dark glasses. He was the smaller of the two, but he was clearly the alpha male of this depraved duo. “I can always spot a screamer.”
    “Please don’t hurt me,” she pleaded. Then she steadied her voice and said, “I have money. Take me to the ATM and I’ll draw out the max if you’ll let me go.”
    “We don’t want your fuckin’ money,” said the bearded one, grinning. “Tell her what we want, Shades.”
    Shades wiped a film of sweat from his sunburned head and said, “She’ll know soon enough.”
    Candace fought back tears. “Why are you doing this to me?”
    “Now, see what you started, Woofer? Gag the bitch before she pisses me off.”
    The coldness in his voice turned on the waterworks and her tears poured forth. “No, please…”
    Shades hit her across the face with the back of his hand. She fell back against the wall. The cellar of the old church went out of focus. The candle flames sported flickering halos. The faces of her abductors took on decidedly demonic casts.
    Her vision seemed to pulse with a burst of light each time the bell in the tower above rang and reverberated within the cellar’s walls.
    Woofer pulled a roll of duct tape from a utility pocket of his jeans, ripped off a strip with his teeth and slapped it across her mouth. “There ya go, sweetheart,” he sneered. “Don’t say we never gave ya nothin’.”
    “Strip her,” said Shades as he pulled a switchblade from his jeans and clicked it open. The blade caught some of the light from the dozen or so candles burning on top of an old trunk in the middle of the cellar floor, making it look like it was made of fire. “Don’t fight it, cunt, or I’ll cut you.”
    Woofer started with her shoes. He ripped away the Velcro-and-leather fasteners, then tugged off both shoes at the same time. He lifted her left leg and began to slowly roll the ankle-length sock off her foot. She cringed at the touch of his stubby fingers on her flesh, but she resisted the urge to kick his hands away. He tossed the sock on the floor and seemed to take a fetishistic interest in her painted toenails. Candace thought he was going to kiss them or suck them and she shuddered at the thought.
    “Come on, dipshit,” warned Shades. “We ain’t got all fucking night.”
    Woofer removed the other sock, then reached under her roomy maternity blouse and unbuttoned her shorts. As he pulled the zipper down, Candace clasped her thighs together. Shades pressed the point of the knife to her throat and said, “Don’t.” Heeding the sharp warning, she relaxed her thighs and let them fall open. Woofer pulled off her shorts.
    “Like them panties,” Woofer said with surprising gentleness in his voice.