Unformatted text preview: e's quite a welcome committee back home, Patrick," he said. "Who's the chairman?" "Hard to say. Trudy filed for divorce two days ago, but that's the least of your problems." Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html "You're right about that. Let me guess, she wants half of the money." "She wants many things. The grand jury has indicted you for capital murder. State not federal." "I've watched it on television." "Good. So you know about all the lawsuits." "Yeah. CNN has been quite diligent in keeping me up to date." "You can't blame them, Patrick. It's such a wonderful story." "Thanks." "When do you want to talk?" Patrick rolled to his side and gazed past Sandy. There was nothing to look at but the wall, painted antiseptic white, but he wasn't looking at it. "They tortured me, Sandy," he said, his voice even quieter, and breaking. "Who?" "They taped wires to my body and shot current through me until I talked." Sandy stood and walked to the edge of the bed. He placed his hand on Patrick's shoulder. "What did you tell them?" "I don't know. I can't remember everything. They were shooting drugs in me. Here, look." He lifted his left arm so Sandy could inspect the bruises. Sandy found a switch and flipped on the table lamp so he could see. "Good Lord," he said. "They kept on about the money," Patrick said. "I blacked out, then I came to and they shocked me some more. I'm afraid I told them about the girl, Sandy." "The lawyer?" "Yeah, the lawyer. What name did she give you?" "Leah." "Okay, good. Her name is Leah then. I might have told them about Leah. In fact, I'm almost certain I did." "Told who, Patrick?" He closed his eyes and grimaced as the pain returned to his legs. The muscles were still raw and the cramping had...
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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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