Prologue

Sacramento, California, September 1997

 

At 8:00 P.M. on a mid-September evening, a dark-haired, thin woman in her late thirties drove her green minivan to the house of thirteen-year-old Nancy Baker. Nancy was best friends with the woman’s teenage daughter and knew the woman well. The girl’s parents weren’t home at the time and the woman asked Nancy if she wanted to accompany her as she ran a few errands. Since Nancy had done this in the past, she thought nothing of it and said, “Sure.” But it seemed strange to the teenager as they took off and the woman began to drive around in circles, up one street and down another, until the girl was completely lost. Twenty minutes elapsed before they pulled in front of a suburban home, one that was much like the house the woman lived in. Nancy was sure she had never been there before.

Since the teenager had been holding the woman’s drink on the long crosstown drive, the woman said, “Bring it into the house with you.”

“OK,” Nancy responded, and followed her up the steps without hesitation. But once inside she immediately spotted the woman’s burly boyfriend and grew nervous. Nancy knew he was a biker who belonged to a local motorcycle gang called The Devil’s Horsemen. The man, also in his late thirties, was beefy, his arms covered with tattoos, and he had a pronounced raspy voice. Nancy saw that he was sitting at a dining room table doing crank (methamphetamines). The owners of the house were nowhere in sight.

“Come on and have some crank,” the woman said to Nancy.

“I don’t want to,” she replied.

Nancy had done crank with the man and woman before and hadn’t liked it. It had made her heart race and she had felt sick.

“Oh, come on!” the woman implored. “This will be the last time you have to.”

Finally coaxed into taking a snort of the meth, Nancy and the adults all got high. When the drug had taken effect, the woman said to Nancy, “I want to tell you something in private.”

The teenager followed the woman down the hall, into the bathroom. The woman locked the door behind them.

“I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately,” the woman said. “Take off your shirt. We’re going to party.”

Baker knew that to the woman “party” meant sex.

“I don’t want to!” she cried.

“Well, you have to,” the woman replied, pulling a .22-caliber automatic from the back of her pants.

Faced with the shiny black weapon, the frightened girl had no choice but to comply. She peeled off her shirt, but balked at taking off any more clothes. Only when the woman threatened her once again did the teenager reluctantly remove the rest of her clothing.

Excited now, the woman stripped off her own garments and demanded, “Rub my breasts.”

Nancy refused.

Irritated by the refusal, the woman pushed the naked girl into the dining room in front of her biker boyfriend. Nancy Baker tried to cover herself with her arms, but the burly man pushed them aside and studied her. Then, without a word, he grabbed her and dragged her toward the bedroom as the woman began to loosen his clothing. Once in the bedroom the man held the girl’s arms aside while he stood in front of her, his eyes roaming over her naked body. The woman knelt down and licked his anus while he forced his fingers into Nancy’s vagina, even though she told him to stop. He became so aroused that he pushed the teenager onto the bed and nuzzled between her legs while the woman sat on the edge of the bed and masturbated. In a fit of passion the woman began to moan, “Daddy. Oh, Daddy.”

Suddenly, the man heard a strange noise in the backyard and got up to retrieve something from his clothing. Nancy saw with sudden terror that it was a .38-caliber pistol. She knew its size and caliber because he had shown it to her before and told her what it was.

The man checked the window that faced the backyard and saw that it was just a false alarm. Satisfied that there were no intruders in the yard, he refocused his attention on Nancy and the woman.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and had the woman orally copulate him. When he was thoroughly aroused, the woman stopped and said to Nancy, “It’s your turn.”

The woman tried forcing the girl’s head down upon his penis, but Nancy fought back with all her might and refused to do it. Even though the woman pushed hard, Nancy resisted with even more force and managed to keep from doing what they wanted.

Tiring of the impasse, the burly biker grabbed Nancy, flung her back onto the bed, and spread her legs. Without any hesitation he held the thirteen-year-old virgin down and penetrated her. He had sex with her for nearly fifteen minutes while the woman once again licked his anus and pleasured herself. The man tried kissing Nancy on the mouth, but she twisted away and at least denied him this one small satisfaction.

Finally, it was over. The man and woman allowed the girl to return to the bathroom and clean herself up. As Nancy was running the water, the woman entered the bathroom with the pistol in her hand.

“Do you know what will happen if you ever tell about this?” the woman asked the teenager.

“Yeah, I’ll be in trouble,” Nancy Baker replied.

“Yeah,” the woman responded. “I’ll personally kill you if you tell.”