Livingston from the first time we had met. He was tall and not the friendliest looking person. Not long after that run-in, he had invaded the mind of ...ne of my girls. His mark was black and hung over his face like a mask.Sally asked, "Is there a problem?"Looking at her, I wasn't sure what to say. "I've run into him and had a taste of what he can do." I looked back at Meg and Steven. "He has the ability to see into someone's mind, but for some reason, coming from him, that's frightening."Steven. He'd hit her twice inthe same place! She could see the ends of the two separate splaying out onthe outside of her right cheek. And that welt just above the creases, it wasalmost as large and as purple as the highest one. That last stroke had beenso awful! He had hit her so hard! She'd almost lost her balance! The brute!She'd thought that the cane was a joke, but now she knew, and saw, that itwas anything but. She realized that the rumours she'd occasionally hear aboutgirls really beaten in. The changing room at the Plaza Del Sol was no less exquisite than the rest of the place. Marble floors, brass fixtures, sauna, the works. He wondered how the hotel staff managed to keep the place so clean with so much traffic from sand-laden ocean swimmers. He walked over to the shower area, clawtips clicking on the marble floor. The room was warm and steamy, someone was already in there. He stripped out of his sandy trunks, hanging them up on an empty brass peg, and walked into the shower room. It was that asshole that always gives me a hard time. I knew this wasn't going to go well. He drove his ATV closer to my kayak and dismounted. ”Come on kids,” he repeated. ”Out of the water.”Sherie moved behind me with her hands on my shoulders. I could sense her fear. I pushed her further behind me with my hand on her naked hip. ”Stay in the creek,” I whispered. ”I’ll talk to him.” She sunk neck-deep as I walked to the bank.”Listen, officer,” I said. ”We are just swimming and I have some.