“He said he would be at the shop for the next few hours,” Johnny answered. “Did you check the registration?”
“It’s Jack’s. Jerry may have to part it out. I brought his pay envelope. We have to hurry. Payaso will be whining if we leave the dead body in his new Ford very long. Cala doesn’t have to hurry the prep work. No one will miss Jack. His friends will be dead. Lynn said she will handle all the reeducation points with Nazari’s wife before they drop Flo back with her parents in LA. The first call will be to resign her teaching position. We’ll go over and clean out her apartment tonight too. We may find some extra items of interest there. The rest of the crap we’ll dump at a Goodwill Store. If all Flo the dip-shit has are different colored burkas we’ll get rid of them too.”
“You are thinking all four should disappear, huh Muerto?”
“I admit I’m as sick of the enablers as I am of the Islamist scum terrorizing the world. Flo embraces life as a slave, draped in a tent so no one ever sees her, enables any Muslim man to beat her, arrest her, throw acid in her face for any reason, or simply stone her to death. Flo has no rights and no clue, but she had no hesitation going into a public school to brainwash kids into a murderous cult. You tell me, Johnny. I have my thoughts on it, but I’m willing to go along with Dr. Deville and the Dark Lord. It will be easy to cover the disappearance of the others. Flo going bye/bye might attract a bit too much attention.”
Johnny smiled. “We can always go get her later.”
“Exactly, brother.”
*
We worked Nazari first. Clint and I strapped him in after the minions brought Majd to us. We never took chances with strangers. Our ploys in the interrogation room sometimes produced humor, but we never forgot these prisoners’ histories of violence. One misjudgment or loss of concentration could end in death for one of us Monsters. A casualty away from combat always means an error made, especially here in the House of Pain. Lynn kills without thought, but errors happen even to professionals. If errors happen at Pain Central, two or three killers backed any play made. By this time most prisoners, after seeing Lynn’s interrogation videos, beg to help us. Nazari wasn’t one of them.
“Dead boy called,” Clint said. “The very dangerous Jack Gichki sleeps with the fishes.”
We spent a few seconds in humorous appreciation of Clint’s Nick McCarty report. Lynn, a huge Godfather movie fan, loves anything related to the dialogue. Nazari didn’t like what he’d heard. Apparently, Majd was a Godfather fan too. He understood the reference to his man Gichki being dead. I could tell he was stunned for the first time. I grinned at Clint.
“I think Majd thought his boy Jack could take Muerto.”
“You lie!” Majd lost concentration. For a moment Nazari thought he was in an Isis meeting. Lynn zapped his balls with her stun-gun she always keeps with her.
Lynn waited until the screams and shock faded. She pinched his cheek. “We don’t take shit from Isis Munchkins. Would you like to shoot your mouth off again?”
“How…how can you do this? Those torture videos… they cannot be real! Jack… he was the most dangerous man I ever knew.”
“Against who? Most of you bad boys, like those two awaiting their turn in here, are all women killers.” Lynn leaned over Nazari. “I’ll bet your buddy Jack liked to knife little girls and cut the throats of shackled guys, huh?”
When Majd remained silent, looking away from Lynn, she started laughing. “I knew it. Clint. Show Majd how Nick fixed good old Jack.”
Clint showed Nazari the pictures Gus forwarded to us of Gichki lying in a pool of his own blood. “On one hand, your buddy Jack is a lot luckier than you. He died quick. You won’t be. I’ll watch the baby while you two show Majd all the ways he’s going to help us. Call me when you need me, DL. Let John and I take care of Sohail and Javid once you finish with Majd, Babe. They won’t know much more than our big timer here.”
“I’ll think about it. Let me see what I can learn from Majd. I’ll decide then whether to-”
“I will make a deal!” Majd twisted in the head harness. “I see you people will carry this game out to the end. Guarantee my safe return to Saudi Arabia and I will tell you anything you want to know.”
“Oh my… you are a slow learner. Go on with the baby, Hon. Put in the needles, DL. Let’s show Majd what’s behind the other door that’s not his safe return to Saudi Arabia.”
“No!” Majd tried to make it difficult for me to insert the acupuncture needles into his heels. We redesigned the foot restraints each time we did an interrogation at first, but we found a combination of reinforced Velcro straps that easily held the feet immovable we were satisfied with.
I inserted the needles. Our needle clips now fit over the needles with thumbscrew tightness to our heat and electrical jolt machine.
“Wait… okay… I will tell you everything!”