It was Sunday, 1:20 PM. Greg Tenorly felt almost human again, after sleeping for twelve hours. It only took a couple of knocks to get a response. “Just a minute.” He had dreamed about her all night long. Cynthia opened the door. She looked even more beautiful than in his dreams. “Come on in. I’m [...]

Marty had said that he didn’t plan to kill Buford. But if that was true, then why was he wearing gloves? Buford wondered if he would ever get a chance to reach for the pistol in his top right drawer. Come on, Marty, he thought, get up and walk around the room while you talk. [...]

“So, if I tell you the whole story, then you won’t kill me?” “Buford, I didn’t come here today to commit murder. I just want to enjoy watching you squirm, while you explain, in full detail, the terrible thing you did.” “Come on, Marty—it was an accident.” “No. I don’t want to hear any spin. [...]

It was 8:25 AM on Saturday morning, and Buford Bel­lowin’s cell phone was ringing. How he wished he had turned it off before going to sleep at 2:00 AM. The wife and the ser­vants would arrive by noon. He had hoped to sleep until 11:00. Through blurry vision, he could see it was Kyle Serpentine [...]

“This better be important. It’s two o’clock in the morning.” “Ms. Hammerly, this is Greg Tenorly.” The D.A. perked up. “Yes, Mr. Tenorly. Where are you? We’ve been trying to locate you.” “We’re up on Lake Fork, at Johnson’s Cabins.” “Did you say we?” “Yes. Cynthia Blockerman is here with me.” Angela Hammerly jumped out [...]

John X was unconscious on the cabin floor. A red, liquid tri­angle had formed between his legs from his crotch to his knees. Greg and Cynthia struggled to break free from the duct tape that bound them to their chairs and each other. “Ouch. That hurts,” Greg said. “What?” “I’m getting my left arm out, [...]

As Marty Crumb walked toward Cabin 17, warm rifle in hand, every vein in his body tingled. He was addicted to taking lives. He had tried weed, cocaine, ecstasy, LSD—you name it. But there was no greater high than the power he felt when he killed a human being. For those few moments—he was God. [...]

John X had waited until 1:00 AM to leave his car. More than likely, Greg and Cynthia were sleeping, he figured. Hope­fully the people in all of the cabins were sleeping. But he won­dered how the animals in the woods could ever sleep at night—the crickets and the bullfrogs created a wall of sound as [...]

It was 8:20 PM. Kantrell Jamison and Big Ben Jones had stayed on their beds, napping and ignoring each other for three hours. Kantrell jumped down from the top bunk and walked over to the wooden table and beat-up chairs. He picked up the deck of cards on the table, and turned to Big Ben. [...]

At 5:10 PM, Channel 7 News gave their report about the two fugitives from Coreyville. Greg and Cynthia had been sleeping for nearly two hours. When the reporter said Greg’s name, he woke up. Cynthia was still asleep on her bed. “Cynthia? We’re on the news.” Cynthia’s eyes opened wide, and immediately sat up to [...]