For now, though, things seemed quiet. Decent folks had no awareness of all the rumbling that was going on in back-channel media, those dark spaces that are so comfortable for good ol’ boys with deep prejudice and hair-trigger tempers and vigilante mind-sets. Plans were being made. People were mobilizing from a garage not far from Oak Knoll, to make sure the rapist got what was coming to him, since they couldn’t depend on the law to get this kind of thing right.
