Kiss the Girls

surprised when the woman quickly turned her head and stared at her. The eyes were large and deep green. Naomi had given her the name
Green Eyes.
    “I’m Kristen Miles.’ The woman spoke in a hurried whisper. “We have to do something to help ourselves. We have to take a chance. And
soon.
”
    Naomi said nothing in response, but she reached out and lightly grazed the back of Green Eyes’s hand.
    Contact was forbidden, but just to touch another human inside the horrifying prison was necessary now. Naomi looked into the woman’s eyes and saw only defiance. No fear. That made her feel so good. Both of them had kept themselves together—somehow.
    The captive women in the hallway glanced furtively at Naomi as they shuffled in silence toward the living room in the strange house. Their eyes were dark and hollow. Some of them didn’t wear makeup anymore and their appearance frightened Naomi. It was getting worse every day, ever since Kate McTiernan had managed to escape somehow.
    Casanova had brought a new girl to the house. Anna Miller. Anna was breaking the house rules, just as Kate McTiernan had done. Naomi had heard the woman’s cries for help and Casanova might have heard them, too. It was difficult to figure out when he would be away. He kept very odd hours.
    Lately, Casanova was leaving them without any contact for longer and longer periods. He wasn’t going to let them go. That was one of his lies. Naomi knew it was getting dangerous for all the women.
    Naomi sensed something desperate in the air. She could hear cries of alarm up ahead, and she tried to calm her own mounting fears and panic. She had lived in the projects of Washington. She’d seen horror before. Two of her friends had been murdered by the time she was sixteen.
    Then she heard him. His voice was strange and high-pitched. He was a madman. “Come right in, ladies. Don’t be shy. Don’t stop in the doorway! Come in, come in. Join the party, the
swinging
soiree.”
    Casanova was yelling above the testosterone rock ‘n’ roll that blared through the halls. Naomi closed her eyes for a brief moment. She tried to collect herself.
I don’t want to see this, whatever it is, but I have to.
    She finally entered the room. Her body began to shake. What she saw was worse than anything she remembered from the projects. She had to push her fist into her mouth to keep from screaming out.
    A long, slender body twirled in lazy circles from the ceiling beams. The woman was naked except for silver-blue stockings running up her long legs. A blue high-heeled shoe dangled from one foot. The other shoe had dropped to the floor and lay on its side.
    The girl’s lips were already purplish-blue, and her tongue protruded sideways from them. The eyes were stretched wide with terror and pain.
It must be Anna,
Naomi thought. A girl had been calling out for help. She’d broken the house rules. She said her name was Anna Miller.
Poor Anna. Whoever you were before he kidnapped you.
    Casanova turned off the music and spoke calmly from behind his mask; he talked as if nothing much had happened. “Her name is Anna Miller, and she did this to herself. Do you all understand what I’m saying? She was plotting through the walls, talking about escaping. There is no escape from here!”
    Naomi shuddered.
No, there is no escape from hell,
she though. She looked at Green Eyes and nodded her head. Yes, they had to take a chance, and soon.

Chapter 77

    T HE GENTLEMAN stopped to play the game in Stoneman Lake, Arizona. It was a beautiful morning for it. It was crisp and cool and the smell of a wood fire was in the air.
    He was parked in woods among the boulders, just off the rural road. No one could see him. He sat there and thought about the way this should go down as he watched a cozy, white-shingled family house through hooded lids. He could actually feel the beast taking over. The transformation. The strange
passion
that accompanied it.
Jekyll and Hyde.
    He saw a man leave the house and get into a silver Ford Aerostar. The husband seemed in a hurry, probably late for work. The wife was alone now, maybe still in bed. Her name was Juliette Montgomery.
    At a little past eight, he carried an empty gas container up to the house. If anybody happened to see him, no problem. He needed fuel for his rented car.
    No one saw him. Probably nobody around for miles.
    The Gentleman climbed the front proch steps. He paused for a moment, then gently turned the doorknob. He found it amazing