and wrapped it around his head. He struggled against me, but I held it fast, twisted tight over his mouth like a gag. Eventually, he caught on he wasn't getting anywhere with his thrashing about, and he dialed it down to the occasional token kick.
"Listen," I said, my lips scant inches from his ear, "I don't want to hurt you, but if you force me to, I will. See, I can't have anybody knowing I'm alive, which means you aren't calling anyone , you understand?" At that, his thrashing increased, and he shouted some muffled mmm-mmm-mmmms into the sheet around his mouth. I tightened my grip on the sheet and forced him to the floor. With the gag in his mouth, and my knee in the center of his back, the fight once more drained out of him.
"That's more like it," I said. "Now, you've been decent to me up until now, and I appreciate that. But I've got some business to attend to, and I'm pretty sure the second I walk out that door, you're going to be on the horn to the cops. Maybe they believe you that I up and walked out of here, and maybe they don't – but either way, this body'll be missing, and they're going to want to find it. Which means I'm going to have to tie you up."
More thrashing and muffled screams.
"Hey hey hey ," I said, yanking back on the twisted sheet like a rider reining in a horse. "No need to get touchy, OK? It might not seem like it right now, but I'm doing you a favor here. One way or another, I'm walking out of here, and you're keeping quiet. My vote's for tying you up, but if you'd rather I left you laid out on a slab, it's your call. No? OK, then – put your hands behind your back, and keep still."
He did as I said. I left the sheet around his mouth, and wrapped each end a couple times around his wrists. Then I moved down to his feet. "Lift 'em up." He bent his knees so that the soles of his black loafers pointed skyward. "Attaboy," I said, wrapping his ankles as I'd wrapped his wrists, and then tying off the ends. The result was more or less your basic hog-tie, though I confess it probably wasn't as tight as it ought to've been. But like I said, the guy'd been decent to me, and besides, all I really needed was a few hours' head start.
"Can you breathe OK?" I asked. He nodded – or tried, at least. "Good. Now my guess is, you can work your way outta that in a couple of hours, and if you manage to, then good on you. In case you don't, though, I'll put in a call to the cops as soon as I get to where I'm going, and let 'em know where they can find you. Sound good?"
" Mmm-mmmm !" he replied, wiggling around in a manner that suggested he thought there wasn't much about this situation that sounded good to him. I tried not to take it personal.
"All right, then. Oh, and Ethan?"
" Mmm ?"
"I'm afraid I'm gonna need a car."
6.
Scalding water beat down on my face, my chest, my injured stomach, pinking up my borrowed skin and washing the grit of this God-awful day from my weary limbs. Going on two days now, I supposed, since the midday sun was high overhead by the time I'd arrived at this shit-hole of a motel. But I hadn't slept a wink since the bus ride to Bogotá, a meat-suit and a continent ago, so the last thirty-odd hours bled together into a tangled mess of pain and guilt and shame. Then again, I guess the same could be said of the past sixtyodd years.
Snippets of my conversation with Danny kept running through my head like a record on repeat. Lilith's admonitions about the straight and narrow aside, I couldn't shake the feeling that I should have done something more to help him. But there wasn't anything I could do – and besides, Danny's problems were his own. After all that had passed between us, I didn't owe him a fucking thing.
Thing is, if I really believed that, why couldn't I stop thinking about it?
When the shower finally ran cold, I shut it off and grabbed the coarse white towel that hung from the ring beside it. The
"Listen," I said, my lips scant inches from his ear, "I don't want to hurt you, but if you force me to, I will. See, I can't have anybody knowing I'm alive, which means you aren't calling anyone , you understand?" At that, his thrashing increased, and he shouted some muffled mmm-mmm-mmmms into the sheet around his mouth. I tightened my grip on the sheet and forced him to the floor. With the gag in his mouth, and my knee in the center of his back, the fight once more drained out of him.
"That's more like it," I said. "Now, you've been decent to me up until now, and I appreciate that. But I've got some business to attend to, and I'm pretty sure the second I walk out that door, you're going to be on the horn to the cops. Maybe they believe you that I up and walked out of here, and maybe they don't – but either way, this body'll be missing, and they're going to want to find it. Which means I'm going to have to tie you up."
More thrashing and muffled screams.
"Hey hey hey ," I said, yanking back on the twisted sheet like a rider reining in a horse. "No need to get touchy, OK? It might not seem like it right now, but I'm doing you a favor here. One way or another, I'm walking out of here, and you're keeping quiet. My vote's for tying you up, but if you'd rather I left you laid out on a slab, it's your call. No? OK, then – put your hands behind your back, and keep still."
He did as I said. I left the sheet around his mouth, and wrapped each end a couple times around his wrists. Then I moved down to his feet. "Lift 'em up." He bent his knees so that the soles of his black loafers pointed skyward. "Attaboy," I said, wrapping his ankles as I'd wrapped his wrists, and then tying off the ends. The result was more or less your basic hog-tie, though I confess it probably wasn't as tight as it ought to've been. But like I said, the guy'd been decent to me, and besides, all I really needed was a few hours' head start.
"Can you breathe OK?" I asked. He nodded – or tried, at least. "Good. Now my guess is, you can work your way outta that in a couple of hours, and if you manage to, then good on you. In case you don't, though, I'll put in a call to the cops as soon as I get to where I'm going, and let 'em know where they can find you. Sound good?"
" Mmm-mmmm !" he replied, wiggling around in a manner that suggested he thought there wasn't much about this situation that sounded good to him. I tried not to take it personal.
"All right, then. Oh, and Ethan?"
" Mmm ?"
"I'm afraid I'm gonna need a car."
6.
Scalding water beat down on my face, my chest, my injured stomach, pinking up my borrowed skin and washing the grit of this God-awful day from my weary limbs. Going on two days now, I supposed, since the midday sun was high overhead by the time I'd arrived at this shit-hole of a motel. But I hadn't slept a wink since the bus ride to Bogotá, a meat-suit and a continent ago, so the last thirty-odd hours bled together into a tangled mess of pain and guilt and shame. Then again, I guess the same could be said of the past sixtyodd years.
Snippets of my conversation with Danny kept running through my head like a record on repeat. Lilith's admonitions about the straight and narrow aside, I couldn't shake the feeling that I should have done something more to help him. But there wasn't anything I could do – and besides, Danny's problems were his own. After all that had passed between us, I didn't owe him a fucking thing.
Thing is, if I really believed that, why couldn't I stop thinking about it?
When the shower finally ran cold, I shut it off and grabbed the coarse white towel that hung from the ring beside it. The
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