Theyhadexpectedresistance,sobbing,begging,orthefrantickickingofavictim.Whattheydidn''texpectwasthis—thiseerie,porcelainperfectionlaidbareagainstthegrease.Thesheervisualimpactseemedtoshort-circuittheirbaserinstinctsforasecond.Theydidn''tevenknowwheretostart.

        Reya,however,waswatchingtheclockinherhead.Shedidn''tknowhowlongKurtwouldstayunconscious.

        "So,"shesaid,hervoicecuttingthroughtheheavysilence."Who''sfirst?"

        TheRedBandanaraisedaneyebrow,agreasy,predatorygrinspreadingacrosshisface.

        "Impatient,aren''twe?Can''twaitfortheshowtostart?"

        Heglancedsidewaysathispartner."Man,youreallydon''tknowhowtohandledelicatecargo.Lookatthatbruiseonherchest.Whatkindofanimaldoesthat?"

        Heturnedbacktoher,hisgazerakingoverhercurveslikeavulture.

        "Comehere.Letmeseewhereelsehehurtyou."

        TheNeckTatsnortedbutsteppedback.Hekickedthedrop-leaftableflatagainstthebulkheadtoclearthefloor,thenleanedbackagainstadentedlocker,fishingapackofcigarettesfromhispocket.

        HewatchedthroughacloudofsmokeastheRedBandanalunged,pinningReyatothemattresslikeastarvingwolftakingdownalamb.

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