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When the old man came back out Wayne was standing in the courtyard
between the buildings wearing a baseball cap and facing facing the
door. The baseball cap ensured that nobody from the second floor of the
apartment building could see his face. All the curtains on the ground
floor were drawn. The old man saw his grandson and called out to him.
Wayne then turned and went back to Bonner's apartment. As was expected
of him, Borden Jessup
followed. He got to the door and hesitated for a
moment before stepping
inside. Wayne was standing on the far side of the living-room. ankles.
He watched his grandfather try to scream, and surprised himself by
feeling only a mild satisfaction.
He started to ask, "Wayne, boy, why'd you walk away?" It was in his mouth, ready to come out when something collided with the back of his neck with what felt like the force of a bullet. It was an aluminum baseball bat in the hands of Lance Bonner, semi-professional contract-killer.
When he woke up he was duct-taped to a white plastic deck chair, and
gagged. His legs, torso, head and left arm were taped tightly and
individually to the frame of the chair, but only the upper part of his
right arm was taped down. His right arm below the elbow was free and
there was a pen taped into his hand. He made a sound and two heads
appeared above him. One of them was his grandson.
"Hello, pedophile." Said the black face.
Borden Jessup wanted to cry.
"So you like little girls, huh?" Lance Bonner was saying.
He looked familiar, and the accent was familiar too, maybe Caribbean.
Eagle had island niggers working out there on his farm that he got to
come up on a yearly basis, sometimes they ran off. Probably this was
one of them. His mind was working hard trying to size up the situation,
but the fact that his grandson had told this boy that shit, that stung
him greatly. He could not get a clean think on the situation.
"Well, sir, there are no little girls here.Let me explain to you what
is about to happen. You are going to tell us everything. More
accurately, you are going to write everything you know down. Or we are
going to hurt you. Badly."
Bonner held up a baseball bat, then he slid a yellow legal pad onto Jessup's
belly and moved the hand with the pen in it onto the page.
"Start writing." Bonner said.
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