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Thump!” A force from their rear knocked them both to the ground.
“Bitch, I’ve told you” was the only sound that came from his lips.
Tom grabbed his gun, spun and fired two silenced shots, sending the man’s eyes on an unexpected journey through the back of his brain. The woman sat frozen in fear looking at the remains of the man. She sprang up quickly oblivious to her nu- dity from the waist down. Her skirt fitting like a second skin had sprung up into a belt around her waist leaving her bottom ex- posed.
“Drag him to the alley and help me up,” whispered Tom, looking around. “Now! He blurted, unfreezing her gaze from the dead man.
Frozen with fear she grabbed the corpse by the arms and dragged him to the alley and covered him with trash. The mo- mentary thought of escape vanished; she had been a captive too long. Tom’s gaze as she left the alley made her realize that she was nude from the waist down.
“Very nice,” he said in earnest.
She looked down, like a slave whipped into submission and slowly tugged and lowered her dress into place. She walked over helped him up, and took him home. She laid him on the bed and closed the door and blinds. She went to her desk removed a pad and pencil, and began writing: “My name is Arnetta, and the man you killed was my pimp.”
“Why didn’t you just tell me that?” asked Tom. “I am a mute,” she wrote and showed him. “But you can hear good can’t you?” he probed. “Yes,” she nodded.
“Good, I’ll make this simple,” said Tom. “I must leave here tomorrow and get back to my group. I honestly don’t want to kill you but I will if I have to. I need help bad. First I need water, a little doctoring, then sleep in that order. I will be out of your life tomorrow and you will never even know I was here, okay.”