Trevor chose a double Jack Daniel's instead of a sedative, and Sissy joined him."I couldn't believe my eyes," he said, as he hunched in his armchair in the living room. "It was like a horror movie. There was so much-blood."They had already seen on the news that seventeen men, women, and children had been fatally injured on the Race Street skywalk. The attack had lasted a little less than three and a half minutes, but between them, the victims had been stabbed three hundred and twenty-four times.The two men who had perpetrated the attacks fitted the descriptions of Red Mask-or at least two out of the three Red Masks. Witnesses at both ends of the bridge had seen them rushing toward the skywalk before the attack took place, but nobody had seen how or where they had gone afterward."We are urgently appealing to anybody who might have seen these men leaving the scene of the stabbings," said Lieutenant Kenneth Moynihan of the homicide unit on the news. "So far, we have no idea how they managed to make their escape without a single person noticing them.
