murdering her beautiful girls? And would her aim be dead-on if she couldn’t even keep her hands still?
In a hostage situation, you were never,
Rex sighed. He seemed bored. “Missus Zou, just put it down.”
The dog-faced man pressed the shotgun barrel to the back of Tabz’s head. She cried louder. Her little body shook with sobs.
Amy lowered her weapon.
Rex pointed to a spot in front of Jack. “Right there, please.”
Amy tossed the Sig Sauer. It hit the carpet with a light thud. The boy calmly walked around Tabz, picked up the pistol, then walked back behind her family to once again stand between the two monsters.
Amy was naked, helpless. “What do you want?”
Rex grinned and nodded slightly, an expression that said
“Tell me where Savior is,” he said. “Then, I want the names of everyone who knows about Marie’s Children. Finally, I want to arrange a meeting with those people.”
She couldn’t give the boy Savior’s location. They’d attack him, kill him. And what would they do to the other people who knew about Marie’s Children? Rich Verde, Sean Robertson, Jesse Sharrow, the mayor, Bryan and Pookie, Doctor Metz, Robin Hudson — Amy couldn’t put those people in danger.
“No one knows but me,” she said. She had to buy time, get word to Bryan, maybe, see if he could move Erickson to another location. “And Savior checked out of the hospital this morning. I don’t know where he went after that.”
The boy’s grin faded. He sighed and shook his head. A put-upon, exasperated teenage killer could decide if her family lived or died.
“Choose,” he said.
“Choose what?”
The boy spread his hands, the gesture taking in Amy Zou’s daughters and her husband. “Choose which one dies.”
Amy’s throat tightened. She tried to speak, but nothing came out. Why had she given up her weapon?
“Missus Zou, we’re wasting time. Choose.”
“I … no. Please, don’t kill anyone.”
Rex shook his head. “It’s too late for that. You can either choose one, or I can choose two.”
Her vision blurred briefly before a hot tear streaked down her cheek, leaving a cool tingling in its wake. She saw no doubt in Rex’s eyes.
“No … no
Rex held up a hand, palm toward her, fingers pointed to the ceiling. “I’m going to count down from five,” he said.
“San Francisco General.” The words rushed out of her mouth. “Savior is there. I know which room.”
The boy nodded. “That’s great, Missus Zou. But you already made me tell you I was going to kill one. I can’t go back on my word. Choose.”
“But I told you! I know access codes to the building!”
“Five …”
“No! Wait,
He bent his thumb in. “Four …”
Monsters with guns counting down her family her daughters the love of her life …
He bent his pinkie in, trapped it with his thumb. “Three …”
“Look,” she said, “I
He bent his ring finger in, trapped that with his thumb as well. “Two …”
Amy’s gaze snapped back and forth across her family, Tabz then Jack then Mur then Jack then Tabz …
He bent in his middle finger, leaving only his pointer extended. “One …”
Oh Jesus Christ how could this be happening not her daughters
“Zer —”
“Jack!” Amy screamed.
Jack’s eyes went wide with terror. Or was that anger? Betrayal? He started to scream but she couldn’t understand him through the gag.
Rex reached up and patted the dog-face’s shoulder. “Pierre, do what the chief says. Chief Zou, if you make a move, one of your daughters will join your husband, so you better stand real still.”
The snake-face reached down and picked up Mur with one arm, pinning her arms to her sides. She looked like a frail little doll. The monster pressed the .44’s barrel under her chin, pushing her head back a bit. Now the girl was scared; her wide eyes betrayed genuine fear.
Pierre’s right hand grabbed her husband by the top of his head, big brown fingers wrapping down across her Jack’s cheeks. Effortlessly, the monster lifted him right up off the ground. Jack started to kick, but his feet were bound as well as his hands. His body thrashed as he fought to break free. The boy stepped back to avoid Jack’s heels.
Pierre never moved the shotgun from the back of Tabz’s head. Tabz shook with sobs, but she made no move to run.
Pierre lifted Jack higher. The monster tilted his dog-head to the left, so the skewed jaws opened horizontally rather than vertically. The long white teeth glinted colored plasma reflections from the TV. Pierre slowly bit down on Jack’s neck. There was the briefest second as the teeth penetrated the skin, then came the blood. Thin, spraying jets splashed against Pierre’s face, splashing on Tabz, falling on the carpet.
Jack’s body lurched madly. His knees whipped up then drove down, his bound feet kicked back and forth, his shoulders twisted as arms fought against ropes that would not break.
Amy heard herself screaming, heard words torn by panic and denial and anguish.
Pierre let go of Jack’s head, but the man didn’t fall — his ravaged neck remained tightly pinched in the skewed jaws. Pierre shook his head like a dog with a chew toy. The gag blocked most of Jack’s gurgling screams.
Amy heard a
Jack’s head sailed across the room.
Trailing blood, it bounced once on the La-Z-Boy, then came to rest on its side, eyes facing Amy. The pupils dilated, as if Jack saw her,
The girls’ screams brought Amy back. She found herself lying on the carpet. She’d passed out. For the briefest of moments, she allowed herself to imagine it had all been a dream. But then she saw Tabz, gagged and screaming, her father’s blood matting her hair and dripping down her face. Amy saw the monster holding an automatic shotgun to Tabz’s head, a monster soaked with that same blood. Amy saw Mur tucked under the snake-man’s huge arm. Mur kicked and fought, but snake-man just ignored it.
And in the middle of it all, Amy saw a smiling, teenage boy.
“There,” Rex said. “That’s all done. Now I’m going to ask you more questions. Unless you want me to make you choose again, you’ll answer them.”
Amy nodded, and kept on nodding, over and over and over again.
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