Nora waited for the old Chevy with Tommy and Jimmy, which pulled up outside the bar. The boys jumped out, and she motioned for silence, leading them on a detour through the bushes. They reached the small grove where the man Nora had struck down was still groaning, clutching his head.There was a grunt and a gurgle as Nora swung the iron bar again, smashing the man's skull. She hit him a couple more times until he fell silent, blood and flesh smeared across his face.– What the hell, Mom, Tommy stammered, holding his hands up in shock, his knees visibly shaking.– Shut it. Listen. Nora glared at Tommy and Jimmy in turn, then spun a twisted, rambling tale about the man.How he had once come to the park and raped a five-year-old—though for the park's reputation it was never reported in the papers. Now he was back and had already molested several children.
