Chapter 12It was Saturday night. And Tom Bauer was so hopped up on coke, he virtually tingled. The stuff hummed and throbbed in his veins. He cruised the streets of Uptown in his ‘67 orange Mustang, looking for prey, searching for the one with whom he could share his boundless energy, his bottomless well of depravity. Christmas Eve and the streets were as alive as he felt: crowded with last-minute holiday shoppers, revelers making the most of the holiday, knowing that tomorrow there would be no mindless jobs for them. The storefronts and bars seemed more brightly lit than usual, the neon augmented by flashing colored Christmas lights, Santas, and snowmen back lit to glow.
It had been three days since he and his buddies had shared the sweet little henna-haired wench. Tom laughed as he thou
