Part 33 (1/2)

Fritz towered over her while she struggled to get to her feet. One swift kick to her left leg, and he sent her tumbling to the floor. Her muscles seized and she writhed on the floor in pain.

He watched, his lips curled in a smirk. ”You know. I can see it on your face.”

”You, not Ted,” Sam gasped, grabbing her leg.

”Yes. It is rather amusing that whoever found her suspected him. I wish I would've known that. I might have been able to use it to my advantage.” He smiled down at her. ”It would have been only fair that Ted finally paid for siding with that b.i.t.c.h. That college student who accused me of drugging her.” He sighed and shook his head. ”They forced me to retire, you know.”

”But Blanche? Why-”

”Did I try to kill her?” He finished her sentence and shrugged. ”I hadn't intended to, at least not in the beginning.” His hands clenched and unclenched. ”It was her fault really. She shouldn't have made me so angry. She wanted me to help her get back at Ted for abandoning her, but she refused to give me a share of the goodies.”

Rubbing her leg, Sam scooted toward the coffee table with Fritz following close behind.

”She was such a selfish b.i.t.c.h. She was the one who destroyed my plans.”

”And caused Edward's accident.”

”My, my, for someone new to the lake, you certainly know a lot. Did Edward tell you?”

Sam shook her head, edging closer to the table. If she could only get to her feet, she might stand a chance.

She'd almost reached it when he suddenly grabbed her arm and hauled her to her knees. Without letting go, he yanked the heavy lamp off the coffee table. He released her arm and stood above her, weighing the lamp in his hand as if it were a baseball bat.

”Poor Samantha, so defenseless.” He threw a glance at Roxy, who was barking wildly. ”Not even your dog can help you. I do suppose I'll have to get rid of her, too.”

Sam clutched at the coffee table and attempted to stand, but he forced her back on her knees.

”My plan would've worked, but she was too stupid to see it. When we disagreed, she insulted me. Questioned my manhood, made me plead for a chance to get back at Ted. Beg as so many other men had begged for her favors. She sickened me. In the end, she was the one who begged and cried for her life.” His eyes raked over her. ”And now it's your turn, little Samantha.”

Her mind flashed back to the scene she'd witnessed while standing at Blanche's bedside-Blanche kneeling on the dock and crying for mercy before the blows began to fall. Another image was superimposed over the first. One of herself, months ago, in a lonely parking garage. She heard the words in her head: ”Okay, pretty lady, start begging.”

She heard her own choked reply. ”Please, please, I don't want to die.”

No, not again, never again. Nausea churned in her stomach. She wanted to live, but she'd be d.a.m.ned if she'd beg. No, if she was going to die, she'd die standing. Sam shoved against Fritz's legs with all her strength. He tumbled backward. Using the coffee table, she clawed her way to her feet and dodged past him. She felt the air move by her head as Fritz took a swing at her with the lamp, but missed. Not attempting to untangle the leash, she unclipped it and dragged the dog by her collar toward the door.

Roxy let out a sudden bark and Sam whirled in time to see the lamp descending toward her again. But before it could touch her, Roxy launched herself at Fritz and grabbed his pant leg, shaking it like a rat. It threw him off balance. His arms windmilled while he fought to regain his balance. He failed and fell back.

Sam grabbed Roxy's collar and, pulling the dog along with her, moved as fast as she could. Out the door and up the hill-all the time listening for the sound of chasing footsteps. She'd made it halfway up when she heard them. Closer now, gaining on her. With her weak leg, she couldn't hope to outrun Fritz. Hide, she had to hide.

A few feet above her she spied a break in the hillside. A cave-was it where Fritz had stashed Blanche's body? If it had hidden Blanche, maybe it could hide her.

She scrambled toward it and ducked inside. Crouching in the shadows, she pulled Roxy close to her chest. ”Shh,” she whispered in her ear.

The footsteps stopped, and Sam held her breath. A shadow crossed the entrance and Sam shrank back farther into the cave. The shadow pa.s.sed by. She waited. Silence. Leaning her head back against the damp cold rock, she prayed that Fritz had given up his pursuit. She was still trapped, but the longer she lasted, the better her chances were of getting away.

”I know you're in there,” he suddenly called out, his shadow once again blocking the light.

She didn't answer.

”I won't hurt you . . . I'm sorry . . . I was drunk.”

Unbelievable-did he really think she was that stupid, that weak?

”Samantha, come out right now,” he commanded. ”If you don't, you'll regret it. It gets very unpleasant in that cave at night. There're bats and they swoop down on you in the dark. Things will creep over your feet and land in your hair.”

Sam realized that Fritz was afraid to enter the cave. How could she use that fear against him? Her hand found a rock, lying next to her. She weighed it in her hand. Heavy enough to knock a man out. If she could lure him into the cave, she could hit him from behind. It was worth a try. What had he said? Blanche had insulted him? Questioned his manhood?

”What's wrong, Fritz?” she called out. ”Aren't you man enough to come in and get me?”

He failed to answer.

”I don't believe it,” she scoffed. ”Someone like you afraid of the dark? Did Blanche know that? Did she know you were a coward? Is that why she spurned you?”

”Shut up,” he cried. ”I was better than her, better than everyone. It's not my fault I didn't have the advantages that I needed to succeed.”

”Oh, please,” Sam called back, letting her voice fill with sarcasm. ”All the breaks in the world wouldn't have helped you. You needed Blanche and you needed Edward. Without them, you were nothing but mediocre.”

”I am not,” he answered in a childlike voice.

”Yes, even your work is nothing. It was Edward who made it soar.” She forced herself to chuckle. ”I bet Edward could play the scales and make them sound like a concerto.”

”No, it was me-I made Edward.”

”No, you didn't.” She paused and let the silence lengthen. ”In the end, once he saw the real you, Fritz, he would've rejected you, too.”

With a scream, Fritz hurled himself into the cave. Sam slipped back and let him rush past her. She raised the rock, but before she could bring it down, Fritz fell to his knees. Curling on his side, he began to whimper.

With one hand trailing along the damp rock and the other still clutching the dog, Sam backed away from Fritz's p.r.o.ne body. At the entrance, she released the dog and pointed down the hill. ”Go,” she ordered.

Roxy took two steps, stopped, and turned.

”Go on. I'm right behind you.”

”Don't go,” a voice whined from behind her. ”Don't leave me, please. I'll be good. I promise.”

Sam glanced at the figure lying on the floor. The shadow was shaped like Fritz, but the voice was that of a child. Wherever Fritz was, he wasn't here.