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I have on you, Pop? Not a fucking thing. All that time in the joint, I didn't say one thing. And trust me, the opportunity was there. But my knowledge of your life died five years ago. That's the way I want to keep it. There's nothing I can pin on you."
"You know shit you couldn't possibly forget. More than I'm comfortable with. I know all about the deals the DA offered you. I kept tabs with people inside still friendly. But guilt is strong and it did a good job keeping you quiet. Now you're out and I need to see for myself what kind of man you've become."
Maybe he actually believed the shit he spouted. Yeah, I felt a little guilty about letting him kill Walter but I took the rap because it got me away from him. Prison was the first freedom I'd ever enjoyed.
"And her?" I said. "Threatening her is useless. Gonna kill her now since she serves no purpose?"
"Something like that."
The hooker screamed around her gag.
"Let her go. You've got my word. Everything I could ever use against you is now forgotten. But I won't work for you and I won't stick around to be your puppet. You'll have to kill me first."
"I guess we'll see then."
"How does this play out? Huh? Spell it out!"
"I will soon."
"Now."
"Soon."
I punched the dashboard a couple of times and yelled a bunch of shit but all of it bounced right off him. His game, his rules. Dad kept driving and I looked out the window at the woods passing by.
"Where are we going?"
"We'll be there soon enough."
* * * * *
Thirty minutes of silence passed. Well, not silence, just no talking. Dad hummed. I tapped my thigh and the hooker moaned weakly around her gag.
I'd failed to talk my way out of this, whatever this was. Dad had planned something to ensure my trust to keep me local. I didn't care about her anymore than an ant. But I didn't want to watch him kill another person. Did I have a choice?
We arrived at a beat-up old cabin in the middle of Blackwater Forest. I'd never been there before but had a sickening feeling Dad had many times. The cabin had only one purpose and vacationing wasn't it. He used to have a beat up trailer near the beach for this type of work. Apparently, he'd gone rustic since I gone into the joint.
"Let's go in." Dad killed the engine. "I'll grab the hooker."
He did, dragging her kicking and whimpering body inside.
The cabin smelled of fresh animal piss and death. Dull sunlight spilled through grime-covered windows. Mold had spread across most of the ceiling and down the knotty-pine walls. Blood stains covered the floor. As soon as I took in my surroundings, I understood how dad planned to gain my loyalty. I don't know why it hadn't occurred to me before.
"I'm not going to kill her," I said as Dad dropped the hooker between us.
"What?"
"You want her blood on my hands but I won't kill her."
"Is that a fact?"
"I know that's what you want. I kill her and then you've got one thing you can always hold over me. That's the loyalty you want, right?"
Dad chuckled. "No."
"Then what, you piece of shit?"
He reached behind him and pulled out the .357 which he had tucked in the back of his pants. Dad pointed the gun at the hooker's head and cocked the hammer.
"I'm gonna kill her. Not you."
"What?" I stepped forward, a foot away from him
"I kill her in front of you. If you decide to rat me out, you'll be a murderer."
"Bullshit."
Then I noticed Dad was wearing gloves. He must have pulled them on before bringing in the hooker.
"The piece look familiar?" Dad said.
The .357 looked no different than-
Mine. The one Dad gave me when I turned eighteen. Just like his but my initials on the handle.
"You kept it in your car," Dad said. "I got it before the cops came. I made sure not to touch it with bare hands."
Which meant it still had my prints on it.
"Still has the three rounds you left in it last time you took it shooting."
He'd
"You know shit you couldn't possibly forget. More than I'm comfortable with. I know all about the deals the DA offered you. I kept tabs with people inside still friendly. But guilt is strong and it did a good job keeping you quiet. Now you're out and I need to see for myself what kind of man you've become."
Maybe he actually believed the shit he spouted. Yeah, I felt a little guilty about letting him kill Walter but I took the rap because it got me away from him. Prison was the first freedom I'd ever enjoyed.
"And her?" I said. "Threatening her is useless. Gonna kill her now since she serves no purpose?"
"Something like that."
The hooker screamed around her gag.
"Let her go. You've got my word. Everything I could ever use against you is now forgotten. But I won't work for you and I won't stick around to be your puppet. You'll have to kill me first."
"I guess we'll see then."
"How does this play out? Huh? Spell it out!"
"I will soon."
"Now."
"Soon."
I punched the dashboard a couple of times and yelled a bunch of shit but all of it bounced right off him. His game, his rules. Dad kept driving and I looked out the window at the woods passing by.
"Where are we going?"
"We'll be there soon enough."
* * * * *
Thirty minutes of silence passed. Well, not silence, just no talking. Dad hummed. I tapped my thigh and the hooker moaned weakly around her gag.
I'd failed to talk my way out of this, whatever this was. Dad had planned something to ensure my trust to keep me local. I didn't care about her anymore than an ant. But I didn't want to watch him kill another person. Did I have a choice?
We arrived at a beat-up old cabin in the middle of Blackwater Forest. I'd never been there before but had a sickening feeling Dad had many times. The cabin had only one purpose and vacationing wasn't it. He used to have a beat up trailer near the beach for this type of work. Apparently, he'd gone rustic since I gone into the joint.
"Let's go in." Dad killed the engine. "I'll grab the hooker."
He did, dragging her kicking and whimpering body inside.
The cabin smelled of fresh animal piss and death. Dull sunlight spilled through grime-covered windows. Mold had spread across most of the ceiling and down the knotty-pine walls. Blood stains covered the floor. As soon as I took in my surroundings, I understood how dad planned to gain my loyalty. I don't know why it hadn't occurred to me before.
"I'm not going to kill her," I said as Dad dropped the hooker between us.
"What?"
"You want her blood on my hands but I won't kill her."
"Is that a fact?"
"I know that's what you want. I kill her and then you've got one thing you can always hold over me. That's the loyalty you want, right?"
Dad chuckled. "No."
"Then what, you piece of shit?"
He reached behind him and pulled out the .357 which he had tucked in the back of his pants. Dad pointed the gun at the hooker's head and cocked the hammer.
"I'm gonna kill her. Not you."
"What?" I stepped forward, a foot away from him
"I kill her in front of you. If you decide to rat me out, you'll be a murderer."
"Bullshit."
Then I noticed Dad was wearing gloves. He must have pulled them on before bringing in the hooker.
"The piece look familiar?" Dad said.
The .357 looked no different than-
Mine. The one Dad gave me when I turned eighteen. Just like his but my initials on the handle.
"You kept it in your car," Dad said. "I got it before the cops came. I made sure not to touch it with bare hands."
Which meant it still had my prints on it.
"Still has the three rounds you left in it last time you took it shooting."
He'd
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