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The shriek came keening up the hatchway, full of pain and hate. A woman in agony, the sound torn from the throat of his lover!

He threw himself at the sliver of yellow light, fore at the hatch cover and hurled if info the night. Brad leaped feet first info the cabin below.

Gleaming nakedly and stretched painfully taut like an “X” of lovely flesh, she hung between iron ringbolts. There was a fleck of blood on each of her beautiful breasts. A man caught up in the insane folds of a nightmare, Brad started for her.

Getty stepped out from behind the bar and aimed a .38 at Brad’s middle. There was a sickly shine of sweat on his jowls.

Brad tensed. “Hit me right, Getty—stop me with the first one, or I’ll stick that gun down your throat . . .”

A raging blur, Brad leaped toward Getty. The .38 slammed, seared flame and slug—