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 Neither of them? What are you talking about? Who? Do you mean Lucas?
 Yeah, Lucas, the delivery driver. Dude wanted to try and make a dash out the
back door when we were checking on his truck. Tried to slip out of my grasp,
even though I had the gun pointed at the back of his head. Couldn t let that
happen, but I couldn t shoot him either.
 You said he was locked in the bathroom, Sherm. You said he wouldn t be a
problem anymore. Are you telling me you lied about that too? You killed him
and didn t tell me?
 I didn t lie. I just didn t tell you everything. I didn t want the rest of
the hostages freaking out on us.
 So what really happened to him then?
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 I drowned him in the toilet.
I ran a hand across my face and sighed.
 You killed him too. It wasn t a question.
 Just like Keith. Had to do it, man. But hey, I didn t lie, right? I said he
wouldn t be a problem anymore and he isn t. I m telling you, dog, it was the
only way.
 That s not what I mean, Sherm.
His brow furrowed in puzzlement. He shrugged and lit up another cigarette.
 I don t get you, man. What the hell is your problem? I warned you we might
have to be hard-core on this from the beginning. So why you breaking my balls
about this now?
 Why kill him at all, Sherm? For fuck s sake, man. I mean, have you lost your
fucking mind? Do you have to keep wasting people? Isn t this shit bad enough
already? Can it get any fucking worse?
He shrugged again.  It s bad, sure. But it could get a lot fucking worse,
Tommy. A lot worse. I m starting to think we ain t gonna make it out of here
alive, bro.
Unable to keep the edge out of my voice any longer, I snapped.
 Not if you keep killing people we won t. Jesus fucking Christ in a jumped-up
frigging sidecar, Sherm! How many people have to die before you re done?
Kelvin. That cop, Mac Davis. Lucas. Now Keith. Maybe John. How many? How many
do you have to kill? We need a fucking plan, man. What the hell are we going
to do?
 Seriously?  Cause I ve been thinking about that.
 Of course, seriously. What s the plan?
 I think we should have some fun. You know. Make the most of what time we have
left. Take that Kim chick for example. Did you see the ass on her? God, I d
love to pound that. And those ripe little tits? I d like to chew my way
through them.
He licked his lips and grabbed his crotch, rubbing it through his jeans.
I shook my head in disgust.
 That s your great master plan? Bang Kim?
 Well, what the hell else we gonna do, Tommy?
 We surrender, I suggested.  Tell them that you and John were just unwilling
accomplices. I ll take the rap. It sounds stupid now, but at the time, I
really did believe it would be that easy believed that they d just let John
and Sherm off with a slap on the wrist and a don t-do-it-again.
 Fuck that shit. That s all good for you, man, but John and I ain t dying of
cancer. You think they ll just let us walk? What the fuck have you been
smoking, Tommy? I m looking at the death penalty, easy. They ll give me a
lethal injection, then strap my ass down in the electric chair just to make
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sure. And like I told you before, even if Carpet Dick lives, he ll get at
least forty-one months. They know they ve got dead bodies already. They can
see Kelvin and that dead cop from where they stand. No way, yo. We ain t
walking out of here.
 Fine. Then John and I can surrender, and you can stay and negotiate
separately.
He raised the .357 and pointed it at me.
 No, Tommy. You must not have understood me. Let s try this again. I said we
ain t walking out of here.
My stomach felt cold and the bottom dropped out of it. Automatically, my hand
dropped to my waistband, searching for my own weapon. Only then did I realize
that I d left it lying on the floor next to John and Benjy. Out of the corner
of my eye, I considered the dead cop s .38, still lying on the desk. But if I [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]