Shock Point

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For the best?

She arched her back even more frantically, managed to get her mouth free. “Mom—Mom! Help me! Mom!”

Her mom looked at Cassie, then away. Something was terribly wrong. Cassie felt like she had stepped out into the air, never noticing the staircase beneath her feet. The feeling of beginning to fall.

Behind her, cold metal clicked onto her wrists, so tight that it pinched her skin. Handcuffs. The man with the mullet let her feet go, and she fell against the man behind her.

In a strangled voice, Jackie spoke to the two men. “Wait! I don’t—I don’t know if this is right. Do you have to manhandle her like that?”

The man with his arm looped around Cassie’s neck spoke. “They’re tricky at this stage, ma’am. You can’t ask them to come along quietly—because they won’t. They will lie and manipulate until they’ve got you believing that what’s up is down and what’s black is white.”

“Mom—what’s happening?” Cassie asked in a choked whisper. “What’s happening to me?”

“It’s for the best, Cassie. They’re going to help you.” Jackie’s drawn-in breath was like a sob.

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Double Helix
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Paranoid Park
The Shadow Club
The Silent Room
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Nancy Werlin
Susan Shaw
Alane Ferguson
Nancy Werlin
Walter Sorrells
Blake Nelson
Neal Shusterman
Walter Sorrells
Shannon Greenland

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First published in the United States of America by G. P. Putnam’s Sons,
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Published by Speak, an imprint of Penguin Group (USA) Inc., 2008

Copyright © April Henry, 2006

eISBN : 978-1-101-01495-0

This one’s for Sadie.

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS:

I am the luckiest author in the world, because I have Wendy Schmalz as my agent. She is tenacious, funny, and smart.

My writer pals Zeke Sinclair and Gregg Main looked at an early draft and gave me their thoughts. Gregg’s daughter, Emily, read a first draft as well. Her excitement helped me know I was onto something. Then Michael Wilde helped make a good thing better.

This is my sixth book, but John Rudolph showed me what it really means to be edited. The process was truly collaborative, and
Shock Point
is a much better book as a result.

My husband and my mother have been unwavering in their support. My daughter listened to me read every word of this book aloud (sometimes many more times than once), gave me lots of feedback, and even named several of the characters.

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It was the rough hand over her mouth that convinced Cassie Streng that what was happening was real. That and the way the other man grabbed her legs.

Five minutes earlier, Cassie had gotten off the school bus and walked up the hill toward her house. A white van was parked in her driveway. She hadn’t recognized the van. She barely recognized the house—after nearly sixteen years of living in the same house, it was hard to get used to someplace you had only lived in for two months.

There was a squealing metal sound, like a door opening. Then hands grabbed her from behind. An enormous arm wrapped itself around her neck like a boa constrictor.

She swung her open backpack up and behind her, and heard the man grunt as it connected. A pen bounced off Cassie’s head and a book struck her shoulder. The man tore the backpack from her and flung it on the ground, then pulled her tighter against his fat belly.

Cassie started to scream, but then his hand was over her mouth, stifling her, pressing so hard that she felt the bridge of her nose shift.

This couldn’t be happening to her. Cassie managed to catch a tiny fold of skin between her front teeth. She nipped it. Hard.

A curse word hissed in her ear. The hand loosened for a second. She smelled fried food when she took a shuddery frantic breath, but then the hand was clamped down again, harder.

Another man ran in front of her and grabbed her ankles, easily swinging her up into the air. He was short and solid, with a dyed-black mullet.

“She’s a sassy one,” he said, and grinned. He was still grinning when Cassie kicked him in the face. Her shoe flew off her foot. Dropping one of Cassie’s legs, he clamped a hand across his nose, which was now spurting blood. The hand across her mouth loosened. Cassie dragged another breath into her lungs, then let it out in a scream.

It wasn’t as loud as she had hoped; there hadn’t been enough air behind it. But surely her mother must have heard. Or the neighbors, then. One of them might be dialing 9-1-1 right now.

The men grabbed her again, no-nonsense now. The mullet-haired man lifted her other ankle and caught them both under his arm. The man behind her, the one she couldn’t see, clamped his hand over her mouth again.

Holding her between them like a rolled-up carpet, the men began to maneuver her around to the back of the van. The doors were now open. Metal bars divided the front bench seat from the empty back. The floor was bare except for a rubber mat and a white five-gallon plastic bucket. An iron bar was bolted on one wall, and from it hung a two-foot-long loop of chain fastened with a metal lock.

The guy holding her legs grunted as he tried to step back and up into the van. Cassie started thrashing even harder, hoping to throw him off balance. If she could just get her feet under her!

She heard the front door bang open. Hope bloomed in her. Her mom! Cassie imagined Jackie with the phone in one hand and her stepfather Rick’s gun in the other. That must have been what had taken her so long, unlocking the gun from its safe.

Her mom ran around the corner. No phone, no gun. Instead she held a suitcase in one hand. The other clutched a brochure, with a starfish on the front, to her swollen belly. Cassie almost didn’t recognize Jackie. Her eyes were slits, red and swollen. Had they beaten her? Had they hurt the baby? Was her mom being kidnapped, too?

She arched her back even more frantically, managed to get her mouth free. “Mom—Mom! Help me! Mom!”

Her mom looked at Cassie, then away. Something was terribly wrong. Cassie felt like she had stepped out into the air, never noticing the staircase beneath her feet. The feeling of beginning to fall.

Behind her, cold metal clicked onto her wrists, so tight that it pinched her skin. Handcuffs. The man with the mullet let her feet go, and she fell against the man behind her.

In a strangled voice, Jackie spoke to the two men. “Wait! I don’t—I don’t know if this is right. Do you have to manhandle her like that?”

The man with his arm looped around Cassie’s neck spoke. “They’re tricky at this stage, ma’am. You can’t ask them to come along quietly—because they won’t. They will lie and manipulate until they’ve got you believing that what’s up is down and what’s black is white.”

“Mom—what’s happening?” Cassie asked in a choked whisper. “What’s happening to me?”

“It’s for the best, Cassie. They’re going to help you.” Jackie’s drawn-in breath was like a sob.

“What? Mom, what are they doing? Where are you letting them take me?”

The man behind Cassie gave her shoulder a little shove. “Okay, ma’am, we need to get this show on the road.” Cassie took one step, two, not resisting. Her mother handed the other one the suitcase and he threw it into the back of the van. He picked Cassie’s shoe up off the lawn and threw that in, too.

She heard the front door open again, and looked over to see Rick coming out of the house. He came down the steps and put his arm around her mother. “That’s right, Cassie. Just go along with these gentlemen. They’re going to help you with your problems.”

“I don’t have any problems!” she yelled. “It’s you who has the problem!”

“Cassie—I found the crystal meth in your room. Don’t try to lie.”

Shock stiffened her spine. “What are you talking about? I don’t use drugs.” She appealed to her mom. “I don’t! How can you even think that?”

But instead of turning to her, her mother looked up at Rick, her brows knitting together.

“Be strong, Jackie. Would you rather see Cassie in jail—or dead? This is her only hope.”

The man behind Cassie shoved her. She sprawled onto the floor of the van, vainly trying to jerk her handcuffed arms forward to break her fall. Rough hands dragged Cassie forward, and turned her so that she was sitting. They unlocked the chain and slid it through her handcuffs, then clicked it closed again. She only had eyes for her mother. Surely Jackie couldn’t allow this to happen. Surely she would know whom to believe.

Instead of looking at Cassie, her mom pressed her face into Rick’s neck. Absently, he patted her back, but his eyes didn’t move. The last thing Cassie saw before the van doors slammed closed was her stepfather’s cold stare.

“Sure you don’t want some roast beef?” Rick asked, holding aloft a slice. A drop of bloody juice landed on the white platter.

“Gross,” Cassie said, pushing away her plate, even though she hadn’t finished her mashed potatoes and salad. “If he’s going to harass me, can I be excused?”

“Cassie!” Jackie said.

“Well, it’s true. He knows I don’t eat meat, but he still keeps asking.”

Rick looked hurt. “I’m just worried that you’re not getting enough iron. A girl your age has to worry about that. As well as the fact that not eating meat means you’re not getting enough riboflavin. And there are twenty necessary amino acids, and you probably are only getting a fraction of them.” As a psychiatrist, Rick had gone to medical school and liked to show off his knowledge—even if it was twenty-five years old.

“She eats cheese,” Jackie said, looking back and forth between them. “And eggs. And she takes a multivitamin. I can check to make sure it has iron in it.”

“I’ve been thinking maybe we should add something else for her health,” Rick said. “Socom.”

Cassie couldn’t believe Rick thought she needed Socom. He specialized in treating what were known as “troubled teens.” He had enrolled many of his patients in a clinical trial for Socom, and had been amazed by the results. When the company had given him an opportunity to invest in it, he had jumped at the chance.