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getting tighter and his upper lip began to pull back as he spoke. He was making himself angry.
    “She’s been fucking somebody else. Can you believe that? Some other guy, some cocksucker. I don’t know who yet, but I’m gonna find out, and I’m gonna take care of him. But I had to take care of her first. And I did.”
    He winked at Andy and suddenly broke into a bright smile.
    “Took care of her tonight. That cunt ain’t gonna pull that shit with me , nofuckingsiree. So I know what I’m talking about, Andy. From personal experience. There’s only one way to deal with them, and it’s harsh, but when it has to be done, you’ve just gotta fuckin’ do it.” He turned and headed for the archway. “Let’s go, Andy. Let’s get you and your boy home.”
    Andy was afraid his legs would collapse beneath him, but he tried to move with confidence as he followed Ram. He had to keep himself steady, stay calm, and play along until he and Donny got home. Somehow, he would have to signal to Donny to say nothing once Ram was behind the wheel.
    As they went out into the storm, he feared for Ram’s wife and children, hoping they were safe. And he feared for Donny, and for himself. Because Ram was clearly insane.

9
    “Get it off me!” Corcoran screamed. “Get it off me!”
    Fara pressed her back to the wall and watched Corcoran struggle under the angry man punching him in the back of the head. She looked around at the others. No one would move. They were all thinking the same thing, she was certain—that the blood on that crazed man could infect them.
    Everyone was frozen in place, in a position that suggested they were trying to back away even farther.
    Corcoran struggled and screamed.
    Fara thought, I should do something. This is my responsibility. I should help him, but I don’t know how, and I’m afraid, holy shit, I’m so afraid.
    All she wanted to do was run from the room, run to her car, and get as far away from Springmeier as possible.
    Time seemed to stretch like warm taffy as they stood there and watched that angry, bloody man pound on Corcoran’s head forever and ever.
    But only seconds passed, just under three, and the man Emilio called Ollie stepped forward confidently, pulled back his right foot and kicked the bloody man in the ribs. The man grunted and fell off of Corcoran, landing on his side, but he did not let go of him. Ollie stepped over Corcoran’s legs and kicked the man in the back. He cried out in pain and lost his grip on Corcoran.
    Ollie nudged Corcoran with his toe and said, “Get up, get up.”
    Corcoran crawled on hands and knees away from his attacker, straight toward Fara. He got to his feet and turned around as the bloody man was trying to get up.
    Ollie aimed his gun at the man’s head and fired. He dropped flat and stopped moving. Ollie stood there and stared at him for a long time, his back to the others, head down, arms at his sides.
    No one moved. Fara, Emilio, Corcoran, Ollie, and his two men—they all stared at the dead body. Fara felt something new in the air, something that hadn’t been there just a moment ago: dread.
    A life had just ended in front of them because of all this, and suddenly, it became real, the scope of the threat became real, and they were all in great danger.
    Ollie turned around and locked a withering gaze onto Fara, then Corcoran.
    “I knew that man,” he said in a quiet, trembling voice. “Killing him has not put me in a good mood, so I don’t want any shit from you two. You got some kind of antidote to this?”
    Corcoran did not seem to notice Ollie. He continued to stare at the dead body. His lower lip trembled and his eyebrows pressed together above wide eyes.
    “No,” Fara said.
    Ollie squinted at Corcoran as he approached them slowly. “The hell’s wrong with him. Is he sick?” He looked at Fara. “Does it kick in this fast?”
    “I’m sure it’s drugs.”
    “Drugs?” Ollie’s eyes were disbelieving. “What kind of drugs?”
    “Who