Chapter Fifty-One

Alastair picked himself up from the snow and watched the soldiers tackle Georgia and force her into the Jeep. He remembered the big one's name was Jones. He didn't seem to have a first name. The other one was Mike and Alastair didn't like him. The stories he told about sex, according to him, with girls of all ages who just spread their legs for him, made Alastair feel an uncomfortable combination of excitement and guilt. The guilt grew worse when Mike talked about what he'd do to the little bitch who stole the town's only whore away. Alastair knew he was talking about Georgia. He didn't want to speculate about what was under her clothes, at least not the way Mike did.