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channels. Her nose was a turned-up spade, the nostrils gapping and surrounded by inflamed pink frills that fluttered with every breath. “You getting this?”
    Randall gave Dick a thumbs up and kept shooting.
    Dick stared down at the wounded girl. She’d taken Mickey and killed Troy, but he still felt sick looking at the gaping wound he’d inflicted. He had to get this over before he lost his nerve. “Where is she?”
    The girl turned her head away from Dick, eyes squeezed tighter. “Ye’re dead,” she whispered, “they’ll bleed ya dry fer comin’ here.”
    Dick tapped her knee with his pistol’s barrel. He had to get her to take them to Mickey, or his plan, the plan that had killed Troy, was all for nothing. “Where is she?”
    The girl squinted against the bright light, black eyes burning with hatred. “She’s mine. I took her.”
    Dick sighed and stood. Amy was staring at him, her eyes brimming with tears. Since he’d rescued her, she’d been chewing gum and staring at him like he was a monster himself. She hadn’t said a word, just stood and stared and trembled while she chomped her gum. She drove him crazy.
    He lifted his boot and rested it against the girl’s arm, just below the oozing gunshot wound. “She’s not yours . You’re going to take us to her, and then you’re going to show us the way out of this fucking cave.”
    Dick put weight on the girl’s arm and watched as the wound gaped open, scorched flesh yawning to reveal glistening red meat beneath. The girl’s teeth gnashed, chewing through her lip. She whimpered and beat the floor with her uninjured arm, a scream building in her chest. Dick kept pushing until fresh blood flowed, bright red in the camera’s white light. Tears ran from the corners of the girl’s eyes and carved jagged tracks through the dirt on her cheeks. “Where is she?”
    She spat bloody phlegm at Dick, defiance burning through the pain. “Fuck ya, asshole.”
    He couldn’t believe this shit. Dick paced away from the girl, fingers clenching around the pistol, brain burning with frustration. He was trying to make everything easy for people. All they had to do was listen to him, just do what he fucking asked , and everything would be fine. But no. They fought him every step of the way. Now he had one member of his crew missing, one dead, and another who’d tried to kill him. All of that, and now the freaky bitch wanted to spit on him? No. Fuck that noise.
    Dick rushed at her, face hot with rage. Her black eyes stared at him, daring him, defying him. His hand sliced through the air, bashing the butt of the pistol across her face. Something crunched under the impact, and liquid heat poured over his fingers. His stomach lurched, the blind rage pushed back by horror at what he’d done. He stepped back, and the camera’s light exposed the damage he’d inflicted.
    Blood smeared across the girl’s face, a crimson flood gushed from her nose and over her lips and jaw. Her left cheek was swollen and bruised, turning the deep purple of an overripe plum. The eye on that side was ballooning up, lids pushed together until only a narrow slit of an opening remained. But her right eye no longer stared at him. She kept her gaze averted, the defiance knocked out of her.
    Now we’re getting somewhere, Dick thought, a hot rush of exhilaration burning in his chest.
    He grabbed her hair and turned her face toward his. “Where is she?”
    The girl’s lips trembled, and she looked away, fear etched into her features.
    Dick whipped her hair and banged her head off the wall. “Where is she?”
    The girl’s good eye rolled in its socket, and her lips twitched, drooling blood. She said something, but the words low and slurred.
    Dick gave her hair a tug, and she squealed. “Speak up.”
    Amy put a hand on Dick’s gun hand, her touch tentative. “That’s enough,” she whispered.
    Dick threw her hand off. “It’s enough when we have Mickey back.”
    The girl gulped to clear the