Daryl responded right away. He raised his hands and backed off. He took a stumbling step away and then slowly turned to face DeMarco. The fork was still in his shoulder, standing as rigid as a beam in the ground. “On your knees, hands behind your back,” DeMarco ordered. “You don’t understand,” he said as he obeyed her orders. “They were evil. They were using me. Unfaithful. Deranged. They loved to have men look at them…even at the pool, even those teenage kids…”
