him?…Jerry—dove for the blond guy with a snarl. The
guy didn’t even glance up. Just shot his free hand out
and back so his fingers clamped the bastard’s throat and
held him there above the ground, feet twitching, body
squirming like a worm.
The knife fell from Jerry’s hand, clattered to the
floor and spun away. Roxy stared at it, panting. But
she’d have to go past the killing field to get it.
Don’t think. Just move.She undulated like an inchworm, aiming for the knife.
Another sharp crack of bone. Another rib splintering. Her attention jerked back to the horror before her.
With the fingers of his right hand still clamped
around Jerry’s throat, the blond guy dug his left hand
deeper into Marcie’s chest. She hung there, arms limp,
head lolling like a broken doll.
There was a monstrous squishy, sucking sound.
Roxy froze, every muscle taut, horror icing her veins
as something hot sprayed her cheek.
The raindrop patter of blood.
Oh, God, the blood.
Marcie slumped to the ground as he pulled his hand
free.
He turned to Jerry then, and asked softly, “How
many before this one?”
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Jerry clawed at the fingers that choked him. He
struggled, feet twitching as he stretched his toes to try
and reach the floor.
“How many, Jerry?” The blond guy jerked his head
toward Roxy. “How many girls did you rape and murder
