The Police Chief lurched from the collapsing tin shack, bloody with the smoking 1911 still in his hand. He could not feel his arm, wiped blood from his face and smeared it across his beige uniform's shirt. Caleb was nowhere to be seen and the fat cop staggered towards the patrol car, his bleeding heavy gut dragging him to his knees. He crawled the rest of the way and propped his belly in the window of the Plymouth’s open door, reached into the car and took the radio receiver into his shaking hand.
"Dell," he croaked then repeated, "Dell! This is Bolton! Answer me, dammit!"
"Sorry, Chief," the sergeant replied over the wire's static.
"What the hell took you so long?"
"That DA from New York was on the phone again. She's been callin' like clockwork ever since you left," Dell explained winded.
"To hell with her! I need you to get hold of Doc Coleman."
"Why? Somebody hurt?"
"Yeh! I'm hurt, damnit! Now get Doc Coleman on the horn and get yer ass out here!"
"Wha—where are ya, Chief?"
"Zeb an' Caleb's cabin."
"We'll be there in two shakes!" Dell agreed urgently. "Where's Zeb and Caleb?"
Bolton looked around at the darkening woods seeing no sign of big dumb Caleb, hearing nothing but the squalls of animals from the trees and thick brush, some stirring up for the night's hunt, others scampering lest they become the hunted.
"Caleb's run off. We'll hunt his dumb ass down 'fore night sets in." Bolton groaned. He was losing blood from all over his weary rotund body.
"What about Zeb?" The sergeant asked.
"Zeb's dead. Now git busy!" Bolton hollered hoarsely, dropping the receiver and easing himself into the patrol car's front seat. He let his bullet torn belly rest arduously atop his fat aching thighs.
"Right, Chief. Ten-four," Dell radioed out and went to the telephone on his desk. It was ringing again and when he picked it up, it was Chaplin again.
"I told ya, he ain't here!" he shouted into the receiver, slammed it down, picked it up, and slapped the hooks a half dozen times before the silence broke into a dial tone.
The straight razor glided over my throat and along the square line of my jaw, and scraped across my cheek. The whores came out of the shower scrawny bodies wrapped with a single towel. They were laughing like loons and had giggled raucously the whole time they'd spent in the bathroom. That made me think that mother and daughter shared more than just a pimp; that everything was all in the family.
They were sweating and stinking again already, long hair slick and knotted with acne grease and heavily grayed. Tooyoung's had gone completely white, and cleaned up Chulong was even uglier than she was dirty, as if the blood stains and dark bruises had concealed her more grotesque features.
Sin caressed witch hazel gently onto my clean-shaven face with her fingers and soft palm, firmly stroking the gentle astringent into my newly open pores.
"Okay, that's enough," I spit bitterly, roughly seizing her delicate wrist, puling her hand away from my face. Her eyes met mine and saddened, heavy lids drooping over the dark gray sparkle.
"But, Barry, I'm only—"
"I know," I added apologetically, almost tenderly. "All this pamperin' is makin' me already feel like a corpse. Knock it off." I turned abruptly to the two pale yellow sluts who were intimately rubbing each other’s bones dry with the towel. "Hey, you two closet cases—get your skinny ass dressed! We've got business to attend to."
Sin's slender fingers slithered along my chest, along the smooth fabric of the white shirt her mother had given me, her father's shirt, and slid beneath the black jacket where my guns perched. I saw her eyes water and tear when I snatched both wrists and twisted them down to her sides. She bit her lip and drew blood and I just glared. "Try that again and I'll break 'em."
"Oh, Barry—," she implored in a soft hush.
"You've got nice hair, Sin. I'd hate to have to tear your arm off and beat you over the head with the wet end. It'd ruin your color," I snarled.
Doctor Sukowski found the heavy wooden door of the big cottage locked. She pounded with her fist until the side of her hand stung and the door opened slowly onto the darkness. Nurse Grendel stood on the threshold inside, hard face set like stone.
"Yes?" Grendel asked, knowing exactly who she was and why she had come.
Sukowski firmed her stance. "I'm Doctor Sukowski. I'm here to examine Soyoung Von Schwartz."
Grendel shook her head negatively. "That is out of the question," the hefty nurse replied.
"Please step aside," Anna insisted and attempted to barge past the large white figure.
She suddenly found herself in a painful full nelson, caught from behind and screamed being dragged through the dark hall. Light became obscure as her mind reeled in disbelief. She was thrown against a wall, her head slamming the rough brick and she became insensible.
A needle pierced her upper arm and she kicked trying to defend herself with her martial arts training. Anna held a brown belt in karate, but Grendel had a black belt. Anna's size seven pumps fell from her feet as she was dragged yet again, to an even darker place. Her heavy body was released and she collapsed to the cold cement floor of a windowless cell. She sprawled unable to lift her limbs or raise her eyes as the thick steel door slammed bolted from the other side. She passed out as Grendel's weighty and indifferent footsteps receded into the silence.
When Grendel returned to the cottage's front door, she gasped horrified. Having taken such delight in subduing the almost equally strapping girth of Doctor Sukowski, she had left the door yawning wide open into the gloom of descending night. She quickly shut the door and ran through the corridor, finding herself alone with the echo of her pounding heart. She then ran to Doctor Uni's office where the petite Doctor head set atop folded arms had dozed off despairing.
"Doctor Uni!" Grendel cried as she came into the office, breath bated, Yuno lifting her head drowsily becoming alert.
"Yes, Nurse Grendel?"
"Po has escaped!"
"What!" Yuno came from behind her desk in a panic. "What do you mean 'escaped'? Where is Doctor Sukowski?"
Grendel had to go into detail about wrestling and beating Sukowski in the cottage hall, in order to explain how she had foolishly left the open door unattended. Yuno followed Grendel back to the cottage and searched the corridors and vacant rooms.
Yuno concluded with fearful certainty as had Grendel that Po taking advantage of the nurse's distracted glee in her own sadism, had slipped out the open door and run away.
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