in Street； where it became known to the locals as the mill road。
After he had looked both ways and had carefully studied the land to which he was running； when he was certain that there was no one to see him； Sam slipped over the fence。 He was as agile as a young man。 He sprinted silently across the lane and quickly disappeared into a dense stand of scrub pines； scraggly birches； and brush on the other side。
Paul tucked his revolver into his belt； put both hands on the fence； looked up and down the street as Sam had done…but was
suddenly arrested by a severe spell of uncontrollable shivering。 His stomach twisted； and he was short of breath。
He tried to tell himself that the shakes were caused by his wet feet； but he knew that wasn't true。 The night was warm。 His feet were wet but not cold。
He was shivering for only one reason： because he was going to kill a man。
Or be killed 。
That was a possibility。
He felt sick。
Dizzy。
He followed Sam。
10：30 P。M。
Lolah Tayback stood before him； naked。
〃I'm the absolute master；〃 he said。
〃Yes； sir。〃
〃Look at me； Lolab。〃 She stared at the floor。 〃Lolah？〃
〃Let me go。〃 Soft voice。 Tears。
〃What's the matter？〃 〃I'm scared。〃 〃Don't you like me？〃 She didn't respond。 〃Do you like me； Lolah？〃 〃Yes； sir。〃
〃Tell the truth； Lolab。〃 〃I 。 。 。 don't。 。 。 like you。〃 He slapped her face。 She fell against the desk。 〃Bitch。〃
〃Don't hurt me。〃 〃Animal。〃
〃Don't hurt me。 Please。〃
〃I'll kill you。〃
〃Don't…〃
He struck her with his fist。 Then he struck her again。
Twin arc lamps on ribbed aluminum poles bracketed the parking lot behind the municipal building。 In the stark blue…white light the needles of nearby pine trees resembled feathers。 The lamps made the wet macadam shine like molten tar and transformed the puddles into broken mirrors。 It glinted coldly on the windshields of several automobiles； including the town ambulance and the spare police cruiser。
When Sam opened the rear door of the building and Paul stepped into the first…floor corridor； two men looked up in surprise。 Bob Thorp reached for the revolver in the holster at his hip。 The other man； a uniformed deputy； raised his shotgun。
〃I am the key；〃 Paul said quickly。 They both said； 〃I am the lock。〃
〃Speak softly。〃 They nodded。
〃Bob； leave your gun in the holster。〃
〃All right。〃
〃And you。 Put down that shotgun。〃 The deputy obeyed。
Opening these men； using them； pushing buttons deep within their minds； Paul felt neither triumph nor the exhilaration of mand。 Instead； aware that their lives and sanity and dignity were in his hands； he had an almost overpowering sense of solemn responsibility； and for a moment he was paralyzed by it。
Sam opened the first door on the right； switched on the overhead fluorescent lights； and ushered everyone into a file room。
10：36 P。M。
Salsbury's knuckles were skinned。 His hands were covered with thin gloves of blood： his blood and hers。
He took a Smith & Wesson 。38 Police Special from the firearms cabinet behind Thorp's desk。 He located a box of shells on the top shelf and loaded the handgun。
He returned to Lolah Tayback。
She was on the floor in the center of the room； lying on her side with her knees drawn up。 Both of her eyes were bruised and swollen。 Her lower lip was split。 Her septum was broken； and blood trickled from her delicate nostrils。 Although she was barely conscious； she groaned miserably when she saw him。
〃Poor Lolah；〃 he said mock sympathetically。
Through the thin slits of her swollen eyelids； she watched him apprehensively。
He held the gun to her face。
She closed her eyes。
With the barrel of the 。38； he drew circles around her breasts and prodded her nipples。
She shuddered。
He liked that。
The file room was a cold； impersonal place。 The fluorescent strip lighting； institutional…green walls； yellowed Venetian blinds； rank on rank of gray metal cabinets； and brown tile floor made it a perfect place for an interrogation。
Sam said； 〃Bob； is there anyone in your office right now？〃
〃Yes。 A couple of people。〃 〃Who？〃
〃Lolah Tayback…and him。〃 〃Who is 'him'？〃
〃I 。 。 。 don't know。〃
〃You don't know his name？〃 〃Gee； I guess not。〃
〃Is it Salsbury？〃 Thorp shrugged。
〃Is he a somewhat chubby man？〃
〃About forty pounds too heavy；〃 Thorp said。 〃And he wears very thick glasses？〃
〃Yeah。 That's him。〃
〃And he's alone with Lolah？〃
〃Like I said。〃
〃You're certain of that？〃
〃Sure。〃
Paul said； 〃And his friends？〃
〃What friends？〃 Thorp asked。
〃In the helicopter。〃
〃They aren't here。〃 〃Neither of them？〃 〃Neither of them。〃 〃Where are they？〃 〃I don't know。〃
〃Aren't they at the mill？〃
〃I don't know。〃
〃Will they be back？〃
〃I don't know that either。〃 〃Who are they？〃
〃I'm sorry。 I don't know。〃
Sam said； 〃That's it； then。〃
〃We go after him？〃 Paul asked。
〃Right now。〃
〃I'll hit the door first。〃
〃I'm older；〃 Sam said。 〃I've got less to lose。〃 〃I'm younger…and faster；〃 Paul said。
〃Speed won't matter。 He won't be expecting us。〃
〃And maybe he will；〃 Paul said。
Reluctantly； Sam said； 〃All right。 You first。 But I'll be damned close behind。〃
Salsbury forced her to lie on her back。 He parted her legs with one hand and put the cool steel barrel of the 。38 between her silken thighs。 He shivered and licked his lips。 With his left hand he slid his glasses up on his nose。 〃Do you want it？〃 he asked eagerly。 〃Do you want it？ Well； I'm going to give it to you。 All of it。 Every last inch of it。 Do you hear me； you little bitch？ Little animal。 Bust you wide open。 Wide open。 Going to truly and really give it to you。 。 。〃
* * *
Paul hesitated outside of the closed door to the police chief's office。 When he heard Salsbury talking inside and knew that the man was unaware of their presence in the building； he threw open the door and went inside fast； crouching； the big 。357 Magnum shoved out in front of him。
At first he couldn't believe what he saw； didn't want to believe what he saw。 There was a badly beaten； naked young woman lying on the floor； spread…eagled； conscious but dazed。 And Salsbury： face flushed； sweat…filmed； spotted with blood； eyes wild； savage…looking。 He was kneeling over the woman； and he seemed like a troll； an evil and disgusting bug…eyed troll。 He was pressing a revolver between her pale thighs in a vile； grotesque imitation of the sex act。 Paul was so mesmerized by the scene； so riveted by revulsion and outrage； that for a few seconds he forgot altogether that he was in terrible danger。
Salsbury took advantage of Paul's and Sam's inability to act。 He stood up as if he had had an electric shock； pointed his revolver； and fired at Paul's head。
The shot was a bit too high； an inch or two； no more than that。 The bullet slammed into the wall beside the door。 Chips of plaster rained down on Paul's shoulders。
Still crouching； he pulled off two quick shots of his own。 The first was wide of the mark； it smashed through the Venetian blinds and shattered one of the windows。 The second struck Salsbury in the left shoulder； approximately four inches above the nipple。 It caused him to drop his gun； almost lifted him off his feet； pitched him backward as if he were a sack full of rags。
He was thrown to the floor by the impact of the bullet； and he slumped against the wall beneath the windows。 He clutched his left shoulder with his right hand； but for all the pressure he applied； blood still streamed between his fingers。 Pain pulsed rhythmically within him； deep within him exactly as the power bad once done： tat…tat…tat…tat…tat…tat。
A man came toward him。 Blue…eyed。 Curly…haired。
He couldn't see very well。 His vision was blurred。 But the sight of those bright blue eyes was sufficient to catapult him
back in time； back to the memory of another pair of blue eyes； and he said； 〃Parker。〃
The blue…eyed man said； 〃Who's Parker？〃
〃Don't tease me；〃 Salsbury said。 〃Please don't tease me。〃
〃I'm not teasing。〃 〃Don't touch me。〃 〃Who's Parker？〃 〃Please don't touch me； Parker。〃 〃Me？ That's not my name。〃 Salsbury began to cry。
The blue…eyed man took him by the chin and forced his head up。 〃Loo