Seven-year-old Faith Carney again sat in darkness. She was bound and gagged like before and was groggy from the chloroform they had used to get her here. She glanced about at her surroundings and frowned. When she was taken two years earlier, she sat in darkness waiting to die. She was petrified with fear and could hardly breathe from the loud pounding of her heart. This time it was different. This time she had used the two years to...