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other with shock in their eyes.
“What the hell was that?” Michelle says.
Molly Fisher dashes into the house, and runs down the basement stairs. The sound of more barking and a girl squealing with happiness reaches the adults still standing at the front door.
The parents move as a group and go down to the basement. Lisa is standing by a half-door in the basement.
“Oh, there’s nothing in there,” Tom says. “It’s too damp, we closed it off-“
From behind the door a big dog barks.
Mr. Fisher grabs Tom by the shirt front and jacks him up against the wall.
“Listen, you sicko,” Mr. Fisher says.
“Hey!” Michelle says, trying to wedge herself between Tom and the bigger man.
“Shut up, Michelle,” Mrs. Fisher says.
“...open the gosh darn door!” her husband says.
“We’re coming Java!” Molly shouts.
Tom pushes Mr. Fisher away and keys the lock. The door swings open and Java jumps out, happily licking his family.
Inside the room, a bed has been made up for a dog. There are also blankets, bowls, lots of dog crap and piss, and a typewriter with sheets of paper next to it -the same kind used for the ransom note Molly found.
“What the hell?” Tom says just as Mr. Fisher punches him in the back of the head. Tom drops to the floor.
Michelle screams.
Mrs. Fisher gets in Michelle’s face. “And don’t think we don’t know why! So your daughter could play Tinkerbell! That’s so psychotic!”
“That’s crazy! We had nothing to do with this!” She kneels down next to Tom.
“You’ll be hearing from my lawyer,” Mr. Fisher says, as the three of them leave the basement. They pass Lisa who is standing on the stairs watching, a look of sheer horror on her face. She starts to cry.
Michelle looks helpless, then the confusion turns to anger and she looks down at Tom.
“What have you done?”
Tom groans.
Forty-Nine
Tom arrives at his office holding a small icepack to the back of his head.
He passes his secretary and is about to step into his office when she speaks to him.
“Mr. Straun wants to see you.”
Tom stops. “Now?”
“Right now,” she says.
“No cup of coffee first?”
His secretary shakes her head.
Tom looks for a moment at his office, then turns around and heads back toward the elevator. He goes up one floor to Conrad Straun’s office. Straun is sitting at his desk, leaning back in his chair, hands behind his head, contemplating Tom.
Tom becomes extremely uncomfortable.
The pauses lingers.
Finally, Straun speaks.
“I’m conflicted,” Straun says.
Tom waits.
“Torn.”
“Regarding?”
“You.”
Straun sighs. “On the one hand, I can’t help but admire it all. The depth of planning. The eye for detail. The sheer...balls...of the whole thing. Amazing!”
“You mean, the idea for Dr. Slick?” Tom asks.
Straun shakes his head.
“No, no, no. Ideas like that, good as it was, are a dime a dozen. I’m talking about all the bullshit you pulled to get that corner office.”
“I’m not sure what you mean,” Tom says, but he has a pretty bad feeling that he knows exactly what’s coming.
“Ha! You can’t fool me. You played the part of the innocent, naive, hard working drone to the hilt. But you can’t pull it off now! What do you think I’m a total fucking idiot?”
Straun holds out surveillance photos of Tom re-doing the wiring around the office.
“That’s you putting wiretaps on everyone’s phones in the building.”
“No–“
Straun holds out more paper.
“These are phone records. The call Kelly got from the fake publisher? The one that made her quit her job and made a straight shot for you to move up? Traced to your cell phone.”
“This is all wrong,” Tom says.
Straun punches a button on his phone.
“I got this message from our IT guy this morning.”
“Yeah, Mr. Straun. I did what you asked and you were right - the pornography on Dylan Sharpe’s computer was sent directly from the office next to
“What the hell was that?” Michelle says.
Molly Fisher dashes into the house, and runs down the basement stairs. The sound of more barking and a girl squealing with happiness reaches the adults still standing at the front door.
The parents move as a group and go down to the basement. Lisa is standing by a half-door in the basement.
“Oh, there’s nothing in there,” Tom says. “It’s too damp, we closed it off-“
From behind the door a big dog barks.
Mr. Fisher grabs Tom by the shirt front and jacks him up against the wall.
“Listen, you sicko,” Mr. Fisher says.
“Hey!” Michelle says, trying to wedge herself between Tom and the bigger man.
“Shut up, Michelle,” Mrs. Fisher says.
“...open the gosh darn door!” her husband says.
“We’re coming Java!” Molly shouts.
Tom pushes Mr. Fisher away and keys the lock. The door swings open and Java jumps out, happily licking his family.
Inside the room, a bed has been made up for a dog. There are also blankets, bowls, lots of dog crap and piss, and a typewriter with sheets of paper next to it -the same kind used for the ransom note Molly found.
“What the hell?” Tom says just as Mr. Fisher punches him in the back of the head. Tom drops to the floor.
Michelle screams.
Mrs. Fisher gets in Michelle’s face. “And don’t think we don’t know why! So your daughter could play Tinkerbell! That’s so psychotic!”
“That’s crazy! We had nothing to do with this!” She kneels down next to Tom.
“You’ll be hearing from my lawyer,” Mr. Fisher says, as the three of them leave the basement. They pass Lisa who is standing on the stairs watching, a look of sheer horror on her face. She starts to cry.
Michelle looks helpless, then the confusion turns to anger and she looks down at Tom.
“What have you done?”
Tom groans.
Forty-Nine
Tom arrives at his office holding a small icepack to the back of his head.
He passes his secretary and is about to step into his office when she speaks to him.
“Mr. Straun wants to see you.”
Tom stops. “Now?”
“Right now,” she says.
“No cup of coffee first?”
His secretary shakes her head.
Tom looks for a moment at his office, then turns around and heads back toward the elevator. He goes up one floor to Conrad Straun’s office. Straun is sitting at his desk, leaning back in his chair, hands behind his head, contemplating Tom.
Tom becomes extremely uncomfortable.
The pauses lingers.
Finally, Straun speaks.
“I’m conflicted,” Straun says.
Tom waits.
“Torn.”
“Regarding?”
“You.”
Straun sighs. “On the one hand, I can’t help but admire it all. The depth of planning. The eye for detail. The sheer...balls...of the whole thing. Amazing!”
“You mean, the idea for Dr. Slick?” Tom asks.
Straun shakes his head.
“No, no, no. Ideas like that, good as it was, are a dime a dozen. I’m talking about all the bullshit you pulled to get that corner office.”
“I’m not sure what you mean,” Tom says, but he has a pretty bad feeling that he knows exactly what’s coming.
“Ha! You can’t fool me. You played the part of the innocent, naive, hard working drone to the hilt. But you can’t pull it off now! What do you think I’m a total fucking idiot?”
Straun holds out surveillance photos of Tom re-doing the wiring around the office.
“That’s you putting wiretaps on everyone’s phones in the building.”
“No–“
Straun holds out more paper.
“These are phone records. The call Kelly got from the fake publisher? The one that made her quit her job and made a straight shot for you to move up? Traced to your cell phone.”
“This is all wrong,” Tom says.
Straun punches a button on his phone.
“I got this message from our IT guy this morning.”
“Yeah, Mr. Straun. I did what you asked and you were right - the pornography on Dylan Sharpe’s computer was sent directly from the office next to
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