that all the members of the SWAT team wore sturdy boots. At least O’Dell had remembered the FBI windbreakers. He was sweating under the weight of the bulletproof vest, but that didn’t protect him from the wind. Out here in the woods the wind swirled around the trees, crisp and cold. If the thunder was any indication, they would also be wet before the night was over. Night would come quickly in these woods, and with the thick cloud cover they would soon be in the pitch black. Already the twilight was providing eerie shadows that grew darker by the minute.
“There’s smoke coming out of the chimney,” O’Dell whispered. “Someone must be here.”
A faint light appeared in one of the windows, but it could easily be set to a timer. The smoke, however, was a little more difficult to manufacture without someone stoking a fire in the fireplace.
Two of the state patrol officers approached the front door as several of the SWAT team members moved in behind the bushes along the cobblestone path that led to the door. Tully watched, hoping he was wrong about Harding’s paranoia and hoping that the patrolmen would not simply be easy targets. He pulled out his own revolver and started scanning the windows of the house, looking for gun barrels peeking through. The house sat nestled in the woods like something out of a fairy tale. There was a porch swing and Tully could hear a wind chime. He couldn’t help noticing that there were way too many windows for a man who was going blind.
No one was answering the patrolman’s knock. He tried again while everyone else waited quietly. Tully wiped his forehead and suddenly realized that all the chirping birds and rustling forest creatures had also gone silent. Maybe they knew something their human counterparts did not. Even the wind had settled down. The thunder rumbled closer and flashes of lightning streaked across the horizon beyond the wall of trees.
“Perfect,” Tully whispered to no one in particular. “Isn’t it bad enough that this place already looks like something out of
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“Yeah, the old TV show.” He glanced at her, only now she had a blank look on her face. “You know, with Barnabus Collins and The Hand?” There was still no glint of recognition. “Forget it. You’re too young.”
“Doesn’t sound like I missed much.”
“Hey, watch it. Dark Shadows was a classic.”
The two patrolmen looked over their shoulders and into the bushes. Not very discreet. One shrugged. The other put an ear to the door. Then he knocked one last time. For some reason he tried the doorknob, then again looked over to the bushes, pointing and indicating that the door was unlocked. Of course, Tully found himself thinking, why the hell would anyone lock the door out here?
Agent Alvando, who was heading the SWAT team, hurried over to Tully and O’Dell.
“We’re ready to go in. Give us a few minutes. I’ll come back out and give an all-clear sign.”
“Okay,” Tully said, but O’Dell was up, looking as if she was ready to go in with the SWAT team.
“Come on, Agent Alvando,” O’Dell began to argue, and Tully wanted to pull her back down into the brush. “We’re trained agents, too. It’s not like you’re here to protect us.”
She looked to Tully as if for reassurance. He wanted to disagree, but she was right. The SWAT team was here for backup, here to help with the search-and-arrest mission, not to protect them.
“We’ll go on in with you, Victor,” he reluctantly told Agent Alvando.
There was barely enough light to see inside the house. The entry included a hallway down the middle with a great room to the left and an open staircase over to the right. The second-floor landing was visible, separated only by a balcony railing. The team split up with half of them going upstairs, and the other half covering the main floor. Tully followed Agent O’Dell up the stairs. Before they got to the landing, they noticed the SWAT team members had stopped at the end of the hall. Tully could hear what sounded like a voice on the other side of the door where the three men hesitated. They motioned to each other, getting into position. Tully followed O’Dell’s lead and pressed himself against the wall. One of the men kicked the door open, and they stormed the room without a word to each other.
O’Dell looked disappointed when they got to the door and discovered the voice came from one of the half- dozen computers lined up along the wall.
“Click twice for confirmation,” the electronic voice said. “Speak into the microphone when ready.”
From another computer, an electronic voice gave different instructions. “That order has been shipped. Please check the status in twenty-four hours.”
“What the fuck is this?” one of the SWAT team asked.
O’Dell was taking a closer look while the rest of them stayed next to the door watching their backs.
“It’s a whole computer system set up to be voice activated.” She walked from one computer to the next, examining the screens without touching anything. “Looks like it reports the status of his video-game business.”
“Why would anyone want a voice-activated system?” Agent Alvando was at the door.
O’Dell looked back at Tully, and he knew what she was thinking. Why, indeed, unless that person was blind —not just partially, but totally blind.
CHAPTER 70
Tess squeezed her eyes shut. She could do this. She could pretend she was somewhere else. After all, she had done it many times before. There wasn’t much difference really. She needed to convince herself of that. What did it matter whether a paying john fucked her or some madman?
She needed to relax or it would only hurt more. She needed to stop feeling his thrusts, stop thinking about his hands fondling her breasts, stop hearing his groans. She could do this. She could survive this.
“Open your eyes,” he grunted between clenched teeth.
She squeezed them tighter.
“Open your goddamn eyes. I want you to watch.”
She refused. He hit her across the mouth, whipping her head so violently to the side that she heard her neck crack. Immediately, she tasted blood. She kept her eyes closed.
“Goddamn you, bitch. Open your fucking eyes.”
He was gasping, rocking back and forth with such force she thought he’d crack her insides open as well. She felt his hot breath on her neck and suddenly his teeth sank into her skin. His hands clamped down on her breasts, and he was hanging on to her, riding her, every part of him scraping, rubbing and thrusting at her, devouring her like a rabid dog.
She bit down on her lower lip. She forced her eyes to remain shut. Not much longer. She could do this. He would come, and then it would be over. Why the hell didn’t he come already? It wouldn’t be much longer. It couldn’t be. She twisted her head as far away as possible and kept her eyelids closed tight.
Finally, his body jerked, his teeth let go, his hands gave a final squeeze and he relaxed. He crawled off her, jamming his knee into her stomach and slamming his elbow against her head. Finally, it was over. She lay still, swallowing blood and pretending not to feel the sticky mess between her legs. Instead, she reminded herself that she had survived.
He was so quiet, she wondered if he had gone. She opened her eyes to find him standing over her. The yellow glow of the lantern he had brought with him created a halo behind him. When she met his eyes, he twisted his lips into a smile. He looked as calm and composed as he had when he entered the shack. How was it possible? She had hoped that he would be exhausted, spent and ready to leave. But he showed no signs of fatigue.
“This part you will watch,” he promised. “Even if I need to cut your fucking eyelids off.” He held up a shiny scalpel for her to see.
Her weak, muffled scream made it past the raw pain in her throat.
“Scream all you want.” He laughed. “No one can hear you. And quite frankly, I like it.”
Oh dear God. The terror rushed through her veins and exploded in her head. She pulled and shoved against the restraints. Then suddenly she noticed him backing away, his head cocked to the side, as though he was listening to something outside the shack.
Tess strained to hear over the pounding in her head and chest. She lay still, watching him, and then she heard it. Unless she had gone mad, it sounded like voices.
