Luther Biggs had almost hated his father; he was not only cruel to Luther, he was cruel to animals too. He used to tell Luther stories about when he was a lot younger and had a few beers in him he would catch stray cats and tie their tails together and hang them over a clothesline and watch them claw each other to death. Or he and his old drinking buddy, Lukas Bradley Sr. would hold a cat down and shove a firecracker up its ass and light the fuse and watch the poor creature run away into the woods howling and then all of a sudden BOOM! The firecracker would explode and then just dead silence. And now Luke Bradley Jr. had taken over his late father's practice of terrorizing the local kids and animals. Luke Bradley. Most people thought he was just stupid, but he wasn't stupid. He was crazy. That was the fascination of hanging out with him, even if you could get hurt in his company. He did wild things that no one else dared even think about. He was just someone for whom the rules, all of the rules, simply did not apply. But tonight, Luther was going to make sure the rules did apply, by kidnapping Luke Bradley Jr. and making him atone for his sins by treating him just like he'd treated Luther in school - and the way he had treated the animals.