“I don’t think I like his ’tude,” the leader said. “He goes first.”
Two of them shoved Rick in the general direction they wanted to travel, while the other four dragged Maureen and Tess.
Tess’s brain was racing, trying to figure a way out of this predicament. She could tell them who she really was, but they wouldn’t believe her. She could scream for help, but she knew she was too far away from anyone to be heard. She could try to escape but-seven to three? The idea was laughable. Even if she could get away, they could likely run faster than she. Plus they had trucks. It was hopeless.
The masked men dragged the three of them to a nearby grove of trees. “These folks are so damn fond of trees,” the leader said. “Let’s just let them hug on ’em. Permanently.”
Two of the men shoved Rick up against the nearest tree. His arms wrapped around the trunk. Once he was in place, another man snapped a pair of handcuffs around his wrists.
“Very good,” the leader said. “You can hug that little tree till the cows come home.” He snapped his fingers. “Do the girls.”
The other four men dragged Tess and Maureen to other trees of approximately the same size. They forced them to extend their arms, then snapped handcuffs over their wrists.
“What you’re doing is wrong,” Maureen said, her lips pressed against the trunk of an oak tree. “And illegal. We have a constitutional right to protest-”
“I’m sure you do,” the leader said. “And we have a constitutional right to have a little fun on a Friday night. Don’t we, boys?”
There was a general murmur of assent, coupled with grunts and dark laughter.
“Don’t think you’ll get away with this,” Maureen said. “We haven’t committed any crime today. We will prosecute.”
The leader spat on the ground. “Will someone shut that bitch up?”
The man closest obliged. He raised his hand high and slapped her hard on the side of her face. Her head thudded against the tree trunk.
“Maureen!” Tess shouted. Her face was now pinned to another trunk; she could barely see her two companions. “Are you all right?”
“Shut up,” the man hanging behind her said. “Or you’ll get the same.”
Tess bit her tongue. My God, what had she gotten into? And how could she possibly get out alive?
She was relieved to hear Maureen’s voice, although it was much softer and less defiant than before. “What are you planning to do with us?”
“Well,” said the leader, “I thought we’d administer a bit of behavioral modification. You see, we don’t much cotton to outsiders coming into town and trying to tell us how to do things. Interferin’ with our way of life.”
He broke off, then turned toward his cohorts. When he spoke again, Tess’s heart sank to the pit of her stomach.
“All right,” he said, his voice booming with enthusiasm and malice, “who’s got the whip?”
Loving parked himself on a bench at the corner of McKinley and Main and waited.
Times like these, he almost wished he hadn’t quit smoking. At least he would have something to do other than just counting the seconds as they ticked by. Cigarettes were made for stakeouts. On the other hand, since he’d quit, he felt better, could run farther, and had a lot more energy. And, he reminded himself, his smoking habit was one of the things that drove his ex-wife into the arms of that speedboat salesman.
His eyes crinkled a bit around the edges. Upon reflection, maybe smoking wasn’t a horrible thing after all.
He picked this corner because it allowed him to stay in the shadows while giving him the widest possible view of what he had learned was the low-rent district of Magic Valley. If any drug deals were going down in the middle of the night, this was surely where they would happen. At least that’s what he was hoping.
Loving was desperate to catch up to Vincenzo again. He still couldn’t believe he’d let that creep get the drop on him last night. Let him get away and got clubbed over the head in the process. That was just too humiliating. When he’d had to admit to the Skipper that he’d failed … well, that was just about the lowest moment in his life. He owed a lot to the Skipper. He didn’t like to disappoint him.
They’d been together a while, hadn’t they? Ever since Ben represented his ex-wife in their divorce case. He still thought of Donna from time to time. Mostly when he had a migraine or his wallet was empty. He still hoped someday he might find someone special, someone he wanted to spend some serious time with. But the thought of getting married again-man! It just made his blood run cold.
Speaking of which, it was pretty cold out here, for a hot summer night. Maybe if he sat on the west end of the block …
He turned to glance over his shoulder.
Someone was standing directly behind him. Someone big.
A strong pair of ham-sized hands soared over his shoulders and clamped down on his chest. “Don’t move.”
Loving froze. He felt the sweaty prickling of his skin, the sixth sense that told him he was in major trouble.
Slowly he brought his head around to look at the man who had the better of him.
Broad torso, huge muscled shoulders, and an ugly scar over his right eye. Long dirty black hair. And a baseball bat tucked under his arm.
Loving swallowed. There was no question about it. It was him. The man.
“I’m Alberto Vincenzo,” the mountain behind him grunted. “And I’m pissed.”
Chapter 29
“Stop! Please stop!”
Tess didn’t know how many times the man with the whip had struck Rick. She knew Rick’s legs had collapsed out from under him; he was held in place by the handcuffs. She knew every crack of the whip was followed by a bloodcurdling scream. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the tattered condition of Rick’s shirt, could see the blood oozing up through the cloth. She knew it had been only a short while since Rick had his last violent encounter with loggers. How much more could he possibly take?
“Please stop! You’re killing him!”
“Yeah,” the leader said, “but we’re not hurting the tree. And that’s all you people care about, right?” His wrist flipped back and a second later, the whip cracked again. Rick cried out. His chin scraped down the bark of the tree that held him fast.
“Don’t do this,” Maureen said. “You won’t gain anything by it.”
“You’re wrong about that, little lady,” the leader answered. “I’ve already gained something by it. One hell of a lot of personal pleasure.” The whip lurched forward again, slashing down on Rick’s ravaged back.
Rick’s cry pierced the darkness of the forest. It was like no sound Tess had ever heard before, like no sound she ever wanted to hear again. It made her flesh crawl, made tears stream out of her eyes.
“Stop it!” Tess shouted out. “You murdering bastard! Stop it!”
The leader’s lips pressed against his ski mask. “I’ve had about as much of you as I’m going to take, little lady.”
He marched over to Tess, still cuffed to the tree. She could feel him approaching; it made the hairs stand up on the back of her neck. He came up behind her and pressed his body against hers. “We don’t much care for that dirty language around here,” he whispered into her ear.
“Get away from me!” Tess barked.
He pressed all the harder, wiggling suggestively, invading all her private spaces. “Aw, come on now, honey. You’re gonna hurt my feelings.”
“Get away!” she screamed. She tried to push him back, but she was chained so tightly to the tree she could barely move.
“Be honest, lady. Don’t you like it? Even a little bit?” She felt his head hovering over her shoulder, his lips pressing against her neck. A moment later he was nibbling her earlobe. “I think maybe you do.”
“I don’t!” Her voice was something between a scream and a growl. “Get away from me!”
The leader stepped back. Even though she could see very little of his face, it was evident he was not pleased. “I don’t think I care much for your ’tude either, little lady,” he said softly. She heard an amused rumble from the other masked men. “I think maybe your behavior needs some modification, too.”