Chuck stared straight ahead. But Deena caught the fear on his face, saw his chin quivering as Farberson bent over the ugly chain saw. “I wonder if it still cuts,” Farberson murmured more to himself than to his prisoners. Deena shuddered. She could still remember her terror a year earlier, when Farberson had come after her and Jade with the saw. How helpless they had felt, trapped high in a tree. How the tree had begun to shake as the whirring saw cut into it. “Give us a break!” Chuck exclaimed. “We told you everything we know. I looked for the money. But I didn’t find it!” “We’ll see,” Farberson replied calmly. “Let me get my lie detector running here.” “Please!” Jade begged. “Please let us go! We won’t tell anyone we saw you. We—we’ll help you look for the money!” she volunteered. “Yes!” Deena chimed in. “That’s right. We’ll help you look for it.” Ignoring them, Farberson opened the can of gasoline. Then he tilted it over the chain saw’s tank.
