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murals that looked like they'd been painted by a first grader.
    Pausing in front of a scene showing several hay piles, more lemon colored than wheat colored, a blue sky and puffy cotton-candy clouds, she tried to wedge her hand behind the art. There had to be glass underneath; from the front driveway these windows looked like they had blinds. If she could reach the panes, there might be some way to break one and call for help. Then Tiffany would be in real trouble.
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    But the mural had been painted on thick pieces of wood hammered tightly to the wall. Sam had no chance of prying any of the boards loose and broke a fingernail trying.
    "Ow!" She smacked the wood with her fist, then jammed her wounded finger in her mouth. Why would anyone want to block the windows? Anton had a bonus room over his garage, too, but he used it for a pool table, card table and minibar. "That's what you do with a room like this," she grumbled, shaking the sting away. "Only you allow people to use it," she added.
    Music, coming from downstairs, filtered up to her. Someone was home. Was it Colin?
    Forgetting about her injury, she hurried to the door. "Colin?" She banged three times. "Hello? Hey, I have to go to the bathroom! Let me out!"
    She had no idea how long she'd been locked up, but she knew it must be late. If she didn't get home soon, her mother would return from work to an empty house.
    "My mom will be home any minute. I have to go!"
    Nothing.
    "Tiffany?"
    Approaching footsteps made Sam's heart race. "Hello? Please, I need to use the restroom."
    "Sam?"
    It was Tiffany, all right. "What?"
    "I'm trying to cook a nice dinner and you're really getting on my nerves. Will you shut up?"
    A nice dinner? Tiffany seemed strangely calm. What'd happened to the panicked, crying woman Sam had seen in the backyard?
    "Just let me out and I won't bother you anymore. My mother's going to freak if she finds me gone."
    "I'm afraid I can't do that."
    "Why not? You don't know how she is. She's very protective. I can't even watch HBO."
    "She sounds like a good mom."
    Zoe was a good mom. Suddenly it felt like an eternity since Sam had seen her. Heck, after the past few hours, Sam wouldn't have minded Anton's company. "Can you let me out?"
    There was a slight pause. "I don't think so."
    "But I'm about to wet my pants."
    "Oh...fine! Give me a minute, will ya?"
    At last! While waiting for Tiffany, Sam shifted from foot to foot and breathed a huge sigh of relief when, once again, she heard movement in the 26

    hall. "Hurry, I can't hold it any longer."
    "I'm coming, I'm coming."
    The lock clicked, but the door opened so hard and fast it hit Samantha in the shoulder. Then Tiffany tossed a metal bowl at her, which struck her in the head. She fell as Tiffany slammed the door and slid the bolt home.
    Tears sprang to Sam's eyes as she rubbed the painful bump on her temple. "Tiffany?" She sounded like a panicked baby, but she couldn't help it. "I don't understand. Why'd you do that? Aren't you going to let me out?"
    "I told you, I'm cooking dinner," she called back. "We'll go over the rules later. Just pee in what I gave you."
    Rules? Sam's gaze shifted to the metal mixing bowl still rolling on its side. She couldn't use it. It was too late. She'd already gone in her bikini bottom.
    Tiffany felt better by the time she heard her husband's car in the driveway. She'd showered and changed, and then burned the shirt with Rover's blood on it in the fireplace. Now she was wearing nothing but a black lacy bra that barely contained her large breasts and a thong with a pair of six-inch heels. The scent of expensive perfume, Colin's favorite, mingled with the warm garlic bread she'd pulled from the oven and the candles she'd lit on the mantel.
    With a final glance at her preparations, she smiled. Everything was just right. She'd even managed to clean up most of the pots and pans so Colin wouldn't have to look at a stack of dirty dishes.
    He'd be so pleased.
    "Tiff?"
    As he came through