He almost chanted this aloud thank god for the tape

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Unformatted text preview: . Wires were strung like Christmas lights across his body. They were not going to kill him, he kept telling himself, though death might be welcome at some point in the next few hours. He had imagined this nightmare a thousand times in four years. He had prayed it would never happen, but he always knew it would. He always knew they were back there, somewhere in the shadows, tracking and bribing and looking under rocks. Patrick always knew. Eva was too naive. He closed his eyes, tried to breathe steadily and tried to control his thoughts as they scurried above him, preparing Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html his body for whatever lay ahead. The drugs made his pulse race and his skin itch. I don't know where the money is. I don't know where the money is. He almost chanted this aloud. Thank God for the tape across his mouth. I don't know where the money is. He called Eva every day between 4 P.M. and 6 P.M. Every day. Seven days of the week. No exceptions unless one was planned. He knew in his pounding heart that she had moved the money by now, that it was safely hidden in two dozen places around the world. And he didn't know where it was. But would they believe him? The door opened again, and two or three figures left the room. The activity around his plywood cot was slowing. Then it was quiet. He opened his eyes and the IV drip bag was gone. Guy was looking down at him. He gently took one corner of the silver duct tape and pulled it free so Patrick could talk, if he so chose. "Thanks," Patrick said. The Brazilian doctor appeared again from the left and stuck a needle in Patrick's arm. The syringe was long and filled with nothing but colored water, but how could Patrick know? "Where is the money, Patrick?" Guy asked. "I don't have any money," Patrick replied. His head ached from being pressed into the plywood. The tight plastic band across his forehead was hot. He hadn't moved in hours. "You will tell me, Patrick. I promise you'll tell me....
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This note was uploaded on 07/18/2010 for the course LIT 301 taught by Professor Dra during the Spring '10 term at American College of Computer & Information Sciences.

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