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The hit was still unconscious when they arrived at the lake.  Numbers glared down at him as Wrench unceremoniously yanked him out of the boot and dropped him onto the gravel by the side of the road. Numbers didn’t think himself a moral human being but occasionally on days like this he felt a small sense of justice in his profession. Their victim now bleeding out on the side of the road had cut Fargo out of an important business transaction and tried to skip town. That was an everyday kind of job for him and Wrench; what made this one special was that he also happened to be a pedophile. Numbers held a special kind of hate in his hea

In the dark there was the echoing sounds of screams. Pete’s soles snapped against the decaying lino of the long hallway. The air he gulped tasted musty and sat heavily in his aching stomach. He rounded a corner. What had they fed him; he wondered the thought crashing quickly beneath the need for Joe, Andy and Patrick. The names repeated, a name for a step; Joe, Andy, Patrick. He twisted as he ran; the hallway behind him was empty. They couldn’t be far behind. He squeezed the gory hook in his hand and kept going.   “Come on, come on, fuck! Come on!” he snarled under his breath, the shouts of horror in the hallways soun

Pete couldn’t decide if he felt envious or jealous of Patrick. The way he lay so still under covers and the complete gentle innocence on his face captured Pete’s attention either way. His breathing was so soft yet it seemed to cover the occasional sound of cars streaming past the shitty motel they where staying at. Pete could hear Joe and Andy snoring in the next room and was glad it had been his turn to share a room with Patrick. They looked peaceful when they slept and where just as interesting to watch from time to time but Pete felt calmer when watching Patrick sleep. He looked at his retro digital watch. The time was dragging o