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More driving More sleep The doors opened this tiht
"Get yourself presentable again Wouldn’t want you looking like a slob for this After that, turn around and back up toto letout any fking details"
I scraped a hand throughit back, then set to work on the buttons ofhi myself presentable part
"Put your tie and jacket back on," he orderedhim bodily harm all the while
I backed up to him onover ht onto my wrists
"In a minute Unless you prefer to piss on a tire, there’s an actual restroom close by"
I hoped he ically, I knew I should be worried, and I was, to an extent But the feeling that ruled et some answers, and it was much more powerful than any concern I felt for myself
What was in store for me here? What would I learn, and could I live with the answers? And, if the worst had happened, did I really want to know?
He gripped the back of ravel and onto a sidewalk, fro a key into a lock and then he barked at me to step inside
"Use the bathroom, and then stay put You take a step out of this rooret it"
He undid my cuffs, and I heard the door sla around
It was an old, ht for the bathroo out the hich was frosted over and apparently bolted shut
The whole setup was creepy in the extreme Just the type of place someone would take you to finish you off
I checked ht I was turned out rather well, all things considered Suit only inally wrinkled, hair disheveled, but not htly bloodshot, but not terribly so Slight bruise on ruesome
The room didn’t have a phone, but it did have an alarm clock that read ten minutes past seven
There was an ancient TV centered between the two double beds, and after waiting thirty minutes, I switched it on Turned out, it actually had a good lineup of channels
I wound up watching one of the reality shows Iris used to love It was called My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding, and it was atrocious
Sadly, how bad it was just made me miss her more
Around an hour after I’d been left in the room, the door opened That blond son of a bitch poked his head in, custorowled, then shut the door again
I heard his voice faintly outside again not a h by his even, non-hostile tone, he clearly wasn’t talking to
There was a long pause, then a quieter, fainter voice responding softly
So short, heart skipping beats