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Honey and I went on for almost a half hour. Her voice getting weaker was my objective. Finally I whispered one last time. "Now I want you to scream until I tell you to stop. When I tell you to stop, do not make another sound period." I said.
I turned on the juice and left it on very low just as a reminder to scream. She did and I let her go a few seconds then held up my hand for her to stop. "Hey, Hey are you alright,?" I held up my hand so she wouldn't answer." Then I just jammed the audio. I got an almost new sheet from the closet. It was all I had.
"Earl, I said into the cell phone. Send me two of the people from Swamp Thing. I need to get this chick out of here and over to Lois's apartment and I want the other detainee to watch through the window."
I had her lay on the sheet and then I rolled her up in it. As I sprinkled catsup on it I said, "You are doing fine, don't fuck this up now." To the two men who came in I said, for the Microphone, "Get this garbage out of here." They carried the limp Honey from the apartment and into Lois's place. The beauty of the compound was that the pimp/supplier could see it, but nobody walking by would have. Besides he thought he knew what was in the sheet, a passerby wouldn't have a clue.
I let the second one stew while I had a late lunch. I don't usually like mac & cheese. Then again most M&C doesn't have three cheeses and it isn't fried either. The M&C was like another meat to me. Helen also make a wicked M&C soup, but that wasn't on our take out menu. I could enjoy my lunch because I hadn't done anything to turn my stomach yet. It was just a matter of time before I skip several meals. I wasn't nearly the cold bitch, I pretended to be.
I was about half finished with my lunch when Lucas and Abra came into the room. "So what do you need me to check?" he asked.
"I want to know, who our friend driving the escape car really is?" I said. "He wasn't carrying any ID, but he was partnered with a junkie whore. Some things make him a pro, and some make him a pimp. I want to know which before I start on him.
"Can do," Lucas said.
"Lucas, use the computer in my bedroom please," I added. When he had gone, I asked Abra. "How many men have you killed?"
"Too many, " she said. She didn't give me the macho bullshit answer just a simple sad 'Too many." I could only nod at her answer.
"How about you?" she asked.
I thought about the Harvard Chink when I said, "Obviously not enough, there are plenty more that need it."
"There will always be men who need killing," she said. "Some people think we should not be judge and executioner, but sometimes that is what we have to be. Simply because there is no one else who can, or will do it. " she said and I just nodded my agreement.
"I should get back to it. Let me go see what Lucas has learned?" I left Abra at my dining table while I went into the bedroom.
"So Lucas who is the punk in Lois's apartment awaiting his turn in the barrel," I asked.
"His name is Samuel Brown. His street name is Sweet Sammy. He is a pimp and low level drug dealer. Sells till they get really hooked, when they are out of money, he turns the girls out onto the streets." Lucas said.
"Any idea how he is connected to the Harvard Chink?" I asked.
"He does odd jobs for several of his suppliers. He has a rep as being able to come up with people to do about anything. He has a handful of girls, and even some guys, who do what he tells them for drugs. Kind of a low lever cannon fodder supplier. The odd thing is that he came along. Usually he stays miles away from the actual work. Once in a while he provides a little muscle for drug deals and things like that. He might have gotten recommended for the gig. He almost surely recruited Honey," Lucas said.
"So there is at least a chance he knows the Harvard Chink?" I asked.
"Yeah. but most likely there was a cutout." Lucas said. I could tell he had been talking to the Swamp Thing intel officer. On this operation it was the older man who earlier had shadowed Lucas to Tryon."
"So where is this Sweet Sammy doing business," I asked. "That might tell us something."
"He mostly does business in Tryon." Lucas said.
"Well no sense putting this off any longer, it's time to interrogate Mr. Sweet Sammy Brown. I wonder if he is from Georgia." I laughed at my silly joke. It was a reaction to the tension, I knew that. During the next hour, I might be doing something that would leave a scar on my soul. It had to be done, if Lucas and I were to survive. I valued our lives far more than that of a drug dealing pimp.
I hummed 'Sweet Georgia Brown' as they brought Sammy Brown into my apartment. I had put down a sheet of painter's plastic under the chair. I had a pretty good idea Brown would be harder to crack than the junkie. He also had more to tell me.
"What did you do to Honey?" he asked.
I gave him an evil smile and said, "She is in a better place. A place where you can't hurt her anymore." I went back to humming sweet Georgia brown while I set up a wooden TV tray type table beside my chair in the interrogation area. Then I moved a hammer and plyers onto it. He sat with nothing but the evil images to occupy his mind for several minutes.
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