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describe the disfigurement to him on the phone.
    Mitch was surprised by his ability to anticipate such hideous developments. Until a few hours ago, he'd had no personal experience of unalloyed evil.
    The vividness of his imagination in this area suggested that on a subconscious level, or on a level deeper than the subconscious, he had known that real evil walked the world, abominations that could not be faded to gray by psychological or social analysis. Holly's abduction had raised this willfully repressed awareness out of a hallowed darkness, into view.
    The shadows of the queen palms, stretched toward the backyard fence, seemed taut to the snapping point, and the
    sun-brightened flowers looked as brittle as glass. %t the tension in the scene increased.
    Neither the elongated shadows nor the flowers would snap. Whatever strained toward the breaking point, it would break within Mitch. And though anxiety soured his stomach and clenched his teeth, he sensed that this coming change would not be a bad thing.
    At the garage, the dark windows and the sun-fired windows mocked him. The porch furniture and the patio furniture, arranged with the expectation of the enjoyment of lazy summer evenings, mocked him.
    The lush and sculpted landscaping, on which he had spent so many hours, mocked him as well. All the beauty born from his work seemed now to be superficial, and its superficiality made it ugly.
    He returned to the house and closed the back door. He did not bother locking it.
    The worst that could have invaded his home had already been here and had gone. What violations followed would be only embellishments on the original horror.
    He crossed the kitchen and entered a short hall that served two rooms, the first of which was a den. It contained a sofa, two chairs, and a large-screen television.
    These days, they rarely watched any programs. So-called reality TV dominated the airwaves, and legal dramas and police dramas, but all of it bored because none of it resembled reality as he had known it; and now he knew it even better.
    At the end of the hallway was the master bedroom. He withdrew clean underwear and socks from a bureau drawer.
    For now, as impossible as every mundane task seemed in these circumstances, he could do nothing other than what he had been told to do.
    The day had been warm; but a night in the middle of May was likely to be cool. At the closet, he slipped a fresh pair of jeans and a flannel shirt from hangers. He put them on the bed.
    He found himself standing at Holly's small vanity, where she daily sat on a tufted stool to brush her hair, apply her makeup, put on her lipstick.
    Unconsciously, he had picked up her hand mirror. He looked into it, as if hoping, by some grace that would foretell the future, to see her fine and smiling face. His own countenance did not bear contemplation.
    He shaved, showered, and dressed for the ordeal ahead.
    He had no idea what they expected of him, how he could possibly raise two million dollars to ransom his wife, but he made no attempt to imagine any possible scenarios. A man on a high ledge is well advised not to spend much time studying the long drop.
    As he sat on the edge of the bed, just as he finished tying his shoes, the doorbell rang.
    The kidnapper had said he would call at six, not come calling. Besides, the bedside clock read 4:15.
    Leaving the door unanswered was not an option. He needed to be responsive regardless of how Holly's captors chose to contact him.
    If the visitor had nothing to do with her abduction, Mitch was nevertheless obliged to answer the door in order to maintain an air of normalcy.
    His truck in the driveway proved that he was home. A neighbor, getting no response to the bell, might circle to the back of the house to knock at the kitchen door.
    The six-pane window in that door would provide a clear view of the kitchen floor strewn with broken dishes, the bloody hand prints on the cabinets and the refrigerator.
    He should have drawn shut the