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take the edge off the pain, but she also needed to be careful. She needed to make sure she was not having
too much, too fast on an empty stomach. She might have a gold shield, but even so crashing a station
wagon into a gaggle of nuns in Southie would be the end of her.
The soft clatter of plates and the lazy drone of late afternoon lunchtime chatter floated through the door
when Colby entered the cool elegance of PF Chang s. Considering the restaurant was located on the
ground floor of a nondescript office block dully named, The Transportation Building, it was unusually
trendy with a dark wood interior complete with bamboo blinds. It was not Colby s place of choice, but
Jessie would have loved it.
Kafka, order for Kafka ready.
Colby heard the discreet tones of the bartender informing the hostess of the takeout order packed and
ready to go on the serving counter. As Colby s luck would have it, it was a large party order for one of
the corporate offices nearby. One of those companies Colby just knew would charge their lunch tab to a
big, fat expense account. She grinned and strode over to the young, painfully white hostess with jet black
hair trapped in a severe bun.
Hi, I'm here for a takeout pick up.
The woman looked up, her face an unmovable mask of makeup, Name?
Kafka, Colby said casually.
Where s the usual guy?
Who knows? Making some me time with a PA and a photocopier on three, most likely. I got pressed into
service. You got the food ready? I m starving. Oh, can you check if he ordered the pork dumplings, egg
drop soup and Kung Pao chicken with fried rice? That s for the boss. Hate to get back only to find out I
have to make a return trip back here.
I ll check, the woman replied with a hint of annoyance.
*****
Chapter 10
Colby leaned back and watched Jessie eat. As the minutes ticked by, she grudgingly concluded she was no
closer to understanding the woman sitting cross legged from her dressed only in an oversized white shirt
than when she first set eyes on her at the Abhordale Clinic.
She d been studying Jessie ever since they drove out together from the hell hole of a hospital. Watched
her for hours from the corner of her eye as the miles rolled by and disappeared under the wheels and what
Colby saw when Jessie didn t think she was looking, increasingly bothered her. It was more than the
mood swings, the periods of violent mania interspersed with lucidity. Colby was disturbed at first by the
periods of calm, where Jessie seemed almost unaffected by the events that had overtaken both their lives.
In time she came to appreciate them, saw them as opportunities where she could connect to Jessie as best
she could and in a small way make her amends. Still, there was something about Jessie that Colby
couldn t quite put her finger on, something cold, manipulative, and alien that she did not want to admit
both excited and frightened her.
The food was tasteless in Colby s mouth, much too dry, too salty, and too oily to be edible. Chinese food
made her sick. She could never get her head around how anyone could manage to gulp an entire meal with
a small round bowl and a pair of pencil sticks without a six-pack to wash it down. Food, real food, for
Colby meant chucks of red meat swimming in brown gravy topped with a lump or two of mashed white
starch. Nourishment for the body and the soul was not intended to be slimy things no one in their right
mind could pronounce much less put in their mouths. If Colby s disgust at their shared meal showed,
Jessie gave no indication she cared. She devoured the meal like a starving animal. Whatever Colby
pushed away simply meant there was more for Jessie to eat.
Other than the occasional burp, there was no contradictory commentary about the quality of the food
forthcoming from the dinner companions. They ate in silence on the floor at the foot of Jessie s sleep
tousled bed. The din of the unspoken left Colby feeling edgy. She was overdue for a time out. She could
feel it cawing inside the top of her skull, behind her eyes, threatening to overwhelm her. She needed to
rush back to the car and swig sweet relief from the bottle carelessly hidden under the driver s seat.
Hey, Willis, can I wash up then catch some more shut eye or is there a law against it? The woman asked
with a wide grin after dropping a well-chewed rib bone onto the plate with a melodic clack.
"F," Colby muttered.
Jessie cocked an eyebrow at Colby, but kept her thoughts to herself. Colby had given her what she wanted
so Jessie saw no point in angling for a fight with the volatile Detective. She would keep the fragile peace.
The woman, unlike Colby, was in a good mood. She liked eating. She wanted to savor every succulent
morsel. The joy of food was one of the things she missed the most when they locked her away.
It was really all the fuckin bitch s fault. She kept bringing Marty up during therapy to elicit a cathartic
reaction. In order to ensure staff safety, they strapped Jessie to a small wooden chair in the dank airless
treatment tomb. Day after day, her tittie hard-on barely hidden under her white lab coat, the good doctor
returned to throw random questions at her. Jessie s stoic silence frustrated Dr. Leshkari to the point of
ending the sessions early most days. Then the real fun would begin. Theo, the nursing assistant, would be
summoned to drag Jessie back to her solitary cell. He was the doctor s personal favorite. A big, mean
brute with a heavy gold chain hanging from his thick-corded neck, part of his duties was making sure the
doctor was sufficiently relaxed after a hard day on the wards.
One day she gave Theo a sweet smile after the doctor stormed out. His body reacted on instinct and tented
his pants. Hung like a mule he thought himself a Greek god. She talked him into removing the restraints
because they were so tight. She moaned while he pawed her. She enjoyed his undivided attention to her
breasts. It reminded her she was still alive, still desirable. But, what she cherished most was the memory
of his greasy smile seconds before she plunged a sharpened chicken bone into his left eye. After that he
was easy prey.
It was a pity that no one responded to his screams and cries. Jessie thought him a real crybaby. He knew
nothing about the dark and the monsters that dwell within. If he had, he would never have loosened the
restraints holding her down. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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take the edge off the pain, but she also needed to be careful. She needed to make sure she was not having
too much, too fast on an empty stomach. She might have a gold shield, but even so crashing a station
wagon into a gaggle of nuns in Southie would be the end of her.
The soft clatter of plates and the lazy drone of late afternoon lunchtime chatter floated through the door
when Colby entered the cool elegance of PF Chang s. Considering the restaurant was located on the
ground floor of a nondescript office block dully named, The Transportation Building, it was unusually
trendy with a dark wood interior complete with bamboo blinds. It was not Colby s place of choice, but
Jessie would have loved it.
Kafka, order for Kafka ready.
Colby heard the discreet tones of the bartender informing the hostess of the takeout order packed and
ready to go on the serving counter. As Colby s luck would have it, it was a large party order for one of
the corporate offices nearby. One of those companies Colby just knew would charge their lunch tab to a
big, fat expense account. She grinned and strode over to the young, painfully white hostess with jet black
hair trapped in a severe bun.
Hi, I'm here for a takeout pick up.
The woman looked up, her face an unmovable mask of makeup, Name?
Kafka, Colby said casually.
Where s the usual guy?
Who knows? Making some me time with a PA and a photocopier on three, most likely. I got pressed into
service. You got the food ready? I m starving. Oh, can you check if he ordered the pork dumplings, egg
drop soup and Kung Pao chicken with fried rice? That s for the boss. Hate to get back only to find out I
have to make a return trip back here.
I ll check, the woman replied with a hint of annoyance.
*****
Chapter 10
Colby leaned back and watched Jessie eat. As the minutes ticked by, she grudgingly concluded she was no
closer to understanding the woman sitting cross legged from her dressed only in an oversized white shirt
than when she first set eyes on her at the Abhordale Clinic.
She d been studying Jessie ever since they drove out together from the hell hole of a hospital. Watched
her for hours from the corner of her eye as the miles rolled by and disappeared under the wheels and what
Colby saw when Jessie didn t think she was looking, increasingly bothered her. It was more than the
mood swings, the periods of violent mania interspersed with lucidity. Colby was disturbed at first by the
periods of calm, where Jessie seemed almost unaffected by the events that had overtaken both their lives.
In time she came to appreciate them, saw them as opportunities where she could connect to Jessie as best
she could and in a small way make her amends. Still, there was something about Jessie that Colby
couldn t quite put her finger on, something cold, manipulative, and alien that she did not want to admit
both excited and frightened her.
The food was tasteless in Colby s mouth, much too dry, too salty, and too oily to be edible. Chinese food
made her sick. She could never get her head around how anyone could manage to gulp an entire meal with
a small round bowl and a pair of pencil sticks without a six-pack to wash it down. Food, real food, for
Colby meant chucks of red meat swimming in brown gravy topped with a lump or two of mashed white
starch. Nourishment for the body and the soul was not intended to be slimy things no one in their right
mind could pronounce much less put in their mouths. If Colby s disgust at their shared meal showed,
Jessie gave no indication she cared. She devoured the meal like a starving animal. Whatever Colby
pushed away simply meant there was more for Jessie to eat.
Other than the occasional burp, there was no contradictory commentary about the quality of the food
forthcoming from the dinner companions. They ate in silence on the floor at the foot of Jessie s sleep
tousled bed. The din of the unspoken left Colby feeling edgy. She was overdue for a time out. She could
feel it cawing inside the top of her skull, behind her eyes, threatening to overwhelm her. She needed to
rush back to the car and swig sweet relief from the bottle carelessly hidden under the driver s seat.
Hey, Willis, can I wash up then catch some more shut eye or is there a law against it? The woman asked
with a wide grin after dropping a well-chewed rib bone onto the plate with a melodic clack.
"F," Colby muttered.
Jessie cocked an eyebrow at Colby, but kept her thoughts to herself. Colby had given her what she wanted
so Jessie saw no point in angling for a fight with the volatile Detective. She would keep the fragile peace.
The woman, unlike Colby, was in a good mood. She liked eating. She wanted to savor every succulent
morsel. The joy of food was one of the things she missed the most when they locked her away.
It was really all the fuckin bitch s fault. She kept bringing Marty up during therapy to elicit a cathartic
reaction. In order to ensure staff safety, they strapped Jessie to a small wooden chair in the dank airless
treatment tomb. Day after day, her tittie hard-on barely hidden under her white lab coat, the good doctor
returned to throw random questions at her. Jessie s stoic silence frustrated Dr. Leshkari to the point of
ending the sessions early most days. Then the real fun would begin. Theo, the nursing assistant, would be
summoned to drag Jessie back to her solitary cell. He was the doctor s personal favorite. A big, mean
brute with a heavy gold chain hanging from his thick-corded neck, part of his duties was making sure the
doctor was sufficiently relaxed after a hard day on the wards.
One day she gave Theo a sweet smile after the doctor stormed out. His body reacted on instinct and tented
his pants. Hung like a mule he thought himself a Greek god. She talked him into removing the restraints
because they were so tight. She moaned while he pawed her. She enjoyed his undivided attention to her
breasts. It reminded her she was still alive, still desirable. But, what she cherished most was the memory
of his greasy smile seconds before she plunged a sharpened chicken bone into his left eye. After that he
was easy prey.
It was a pity that no one responded to his screams and cries. Jessie thought him a real crybaby. He knew
nothing about the dark and the monsters that dwell within. If he had, he would never have loosened the
restraints holding her down. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]