"How could you?" She stared up at the man who had to be mad. "You're lovers. She called to tell you I was here so you could come and get me. You hit her just like you hit Noelle."
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against me in the future now. I wonder how her skin will bruise."
No blinding light came through the door as it creaked open-just a tiny bit, then wider until all \hree of them could see the stars and the half moon.
"You awake in here?" It was an old man's voice. Which one of them? Quinlan wondered. Was there just one of them come to check on their prisoners, or more? God, he prayed it was just the one old man.
"It ain't quite morning yet, but you should be awake." "Yeah," Thomas said, "we're awake. What? You hoped you'd killed us?"
"Nah, there weren't enough of that stuff Doc had on hand to put your lights out. It would have been easier that way, though. Now, well, it ain't going to be any fun."
Quinlan nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard Corey whimper. "Oh, please, I don't feel well.
Please take me to a bathroom. Please." She was moaning quietly, very effectively.
"Oh, shit," the old man said. "It's just you, little gal?" "Yes," Corey managed to choke out. "Please, hurry." "All right. Damn, I didn't expect any of you to be sick. Nobody was ever sick before."
Corey was slumped over, straight ahead of the old guy, against the back wall. The old man opened the door wider as he came into the shed. Quinlan recognized Purn Davies, the old coot who owned the general store. He saw that Corey had her hands behind her back, as if they were still tied there.
"Please hurry," she whispered. She sounded godawful, like she would puke at any moment. Quinlan looked at Thomas and shook his head. Just as Purn Davies passed Quinlan, he whipped up his feet and kicked the old man on his thighs, knocking him right onto Corey's lap.
"Gotcha!" Corey said. When the old man began to struggle, she raised her fists and knocked him cold.
"Well done, Corey," Thomas said. "You sure you won't marry me? What if I promise to change?"
"Ask me again if we get out of this alive," she said. "Okay, guys, I'm going to untie Quinlan's wrists, then yours, Thomas. Keep an eye on the old man."
It took her only about three minutes to untie Quinlan. In another three minutes all of them were free. They rose and stretched and tried to get the blood moving back into their legs and arms. "I think I'll tie him up real good," Corey said and dropped to her knees. "Look, Quinlan, he's got one of our guns."
"Thank God," Quinlan said. He looked outside the shed. "It's near dawn. I don't see a soul. I guess they just sent him here to make sure we were still alive. Why, I don't know. There's no way they could have afforded to keep us alive, no way at all.
"Ah, look here. The old man brought us some sandwiches. They're out here on a tray. How the hell did he expect us to eat them with our hands tied behind our backs?"
"All done," Corey said, standing behind the two men. "What now, Quinlan?"
"Thomas, bar the shed door, then let's get into Doc Spiver's house and pray the phone's still connected.
We can get the cavalry here. Then we'll go find Sally."
"He's mad, Amabel, utterly mad."
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Amabel was rubbing her jaw. She looked bewildered. "He's never hit me before, never," she said slowly.
"He's always caressed me and loved me. He's never hit me. I always thought it was Noelle who brought that out in him, like she made him hit her, like she was sick and needed it."
“No, she hated it. He demeaned her, Amabel, and she stood for it all because he'd threatened to kill me if she didn't stay with him, if she didn't take his abuse. He hasn't hit you because you're not with him all that much and because if he did, you'd probably shoot him or just leave. Noelle couldn't leave. She had to stay to protect me. Now that he's got you, he'll beat the shit out of you whenever he feels like it."
"No. I'll tell him that if he ever hits me again, I'll leave him."
"You can try it, but I bet he'll find a way to keep you, just like he did your sister."
"You're wrong. You've got to be wrong. We've been intimate for twelve years, Sally. Twelve years. I know him. He loves me. The only reason he hit me tonight is because he's afraid. He's upset and worried that we won't get away. And you pushed. Yes, you made him furious. It's your fault."
"You're nuts, Amabel. Wake up. He's insane."
"Shush, Sally, here he comes."
"Quick, Amabel, untie me. We can escape."
"Now what's this? My two girls conspiring against me?"
"No, dear," Amabel said, rising to go to him. She hugged him, then kissed him on the mouth. "Oh, no.
Poor Sally thinks just because you hit me this one time you'll do it again and again. I know you won't, will you?"
"Of course not. I'm sorry, Ammie, I've been under so much stress, and you were arguing with me.
Please, forgive me. I won't ever touch you again."
"He's lying," Sally said. "If you believe him you're stupid, Amabel. Yeah, come on, you lousy human being, come on over here and hit me again. I'm tied, so I can't hurt you much. You're safe. Come on, you pitiful excuse for a man, come and hit me."
He was heaving with rage, the veins in his neck red and thick. "Shut up, Sally."
"Look at him, Amabel. He wants to kill me. He has no control. He's crazy."
Amory turned to Amabel. "I'll take care of her. I know what to do. I swear I won't kill her."
"What are you going to do?"
"Trust me, Ammie. Can't you trust me? You have for the past twelve, years. Trust me now."
"You think he won't kill me, Amabel? He's a filthy liar. Do you want to be an accessory to murder?" Her words swallowed themselves. God, Amabel was already an accessory to murder maybe sixty times over.
Maybe she'd even killed some of the people. Sally shut her mouth.
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Amory St. John laughed, low and mean. "I see you understand, Sally. Ammie belongs with me. We're two of a kind. Now, Ammie, untie her feet. I'm taking her out of here."
She couldn't stand up because her legs were numb. Amabel dropped to her knees and massaged her ankles and calves. "Is that better, Sally?"
"Why didn't you just kill me before? Why go through this charade with Amabel?"
"Be quiet, you little bitch."
"You swear you won't hurt her, Amory?"
"I told you," he said, so impatient that Sally wondered how Amabel couldn't hear it, couldn't know that he was ready to strike out. "I won't kill her."
When she could stand and walk, Amory took her arm and pulled her out of the small bedroom. "Stay here, Ammie," he called over his shoulder. "I'll be back shortly and then we'll leave."
Sally said, "While you're waiting, Amabel, call Noelle. Tell her how you let him kill me. Yeah, tell her that, Amabel."
He pulled her out of Amabel's sight, then sent his elbow into her ribs. She doubled over, gasping with the pain. He yanked her back up.
"Keep your mouth shut, Sally, or I'll just keep hurting you. Do you want that?"
"What I want," she said when she could finally speak, "is for you to die. Very slowly and very painfully."
"Not in your lifetime, my dear," he said, and laughed.
"They'll get you. There's no way you can escape, not with the FBI after you."
He was still laughing softly, highly amused with her. It made no sense. Then he walked beneath a strong light at the head of the stairs and stopped. He laughed again. "Look, Sally. Look at me"
She did. It wasn't Amory St. John.
The phone service was still on. Thomas called the Portland office. When he hung up, he said, "They're bringing a helicopter up here. Thirty minutes, tops." "What about David?" Corey said.