? He then slid a piece of wood studded withexposed nails under her arched back.? ?Your choice slut, fast or slow?? he asked. She knew that if she sai...d fast, she would fall hard on thebed of nails.? If she said slow the pain would be prolonged but her whipped back wouldbe spared. ?Slow please? she cried. He took the blade of the knife and slowly began to removeher nipples one at a time.? The pain wasunbearable and she finally lost consciousness.?He let her body sag as she passed out and the. “If the sun was out, I might sparkle. Oh, wouldn’t that be a sight to behold. Although there doesn’t seem to be anyone close by to behold it. Unless…”The third observation she had made was that there were twelve shapes in all and that they were laid out in a circle positioned where the numbers would be if this truly was a sundial.“They’re not moving, so they are must be statues. I should take a closer look, but where should I start?”Unable to make a decision, she decided to leave it to chance. They were getting low on groceries and she didn't dare bring that up to Cade, not when he was already snapping at her for asking about the phone. But it made her nervous that their food supplies were dwindling and she worried about him being upset if she didn't tell him, and even more upset if she did. It seemed like a no win situation. She was still never certain what might set him off.All of them sat at the table to eat, and no one said much. When they were almost finished eating, Cade looked. Crazy, crazy as hell, Adams mumbled to himself. The investigator told me the local people believed the old man to be half Indian. Siwash, they said. And that’s not a compliment. A crazy old Siwash, they said.Adams closed the gate, pulled a folded cloth from his lapel pocket and wiped his sweating forehead. His driver scrambled to open the rear door of the Lincoln town car. Adams settled himself and ordered the driver to return to Winthrop and his motel room.“Parker,” he barked into the.