"Now I'll eat you," Carmen said. "You did a good job, so now you're in for a treat."
Liz turned her head to look at the naked, hazel-eyed woman with the black braids. In the sunlight Carmen seemed to wear a glaring halo. Liz squinted; Carmen moved toward her.
For a moment she thought she was hallucinating. "Oh, my God!" she gasped, sitting up, staring at the front door.
Pressed to the middle window of the door, was the flushed face of a teenage boy, his brown eyes bugging out of his skull.
CHAPTER TWO
Liz struggled with her jeans. She was trembling uncontrollably. Her life was ruined. Just like that, in an instant, her life had been destroyed.
Liz yanked off her jeans again. She had finally got them up, but she had put them on backwards. She could hardly control her hands. After putting on her blouse inside-out, she had taken minutes, endless minutes to button it. She had to get her jeans on now and get back out into the living room. Perhaps by chance, by some quirk of luck, Glen was still out on the front porch.
Maybe she could talk to the teen before he had a chance to squeal, could find out how much he'd seen; could bribe him, threaten him, kill him if necessary to stop him from talking. Lord, I must be losing my mind! she thought. She sat on the floor to stop herself from stepping on the legs of her jeans as she tried to pull them up. She wasn't even bothering with panties now. Panties! They were still out on the living room floor – evidence!
The police were probably walking up the front walk right now. They would knock quietly, warrants ready. They would push open the door, the door Carmen had undoubtedly left half-open as she had fled the house. They would see her panties, her wet panties, and they would smile at each other knowingly. Then they would shake their heads. Guilty as hell!