Twelve

Nick grabbed her and pulled her close. "What''s wrong?" Sandy didn''t say a word, she just pointed down at a crumpled, bright blue tarp...There were four severed hands under the thin blue covering. They were paired and arranged in a row, all with palms facing up. The hands had been so carefully severed they looked like grisly props, the kind that kids like to leave on the sofa on Halloween night t...