CHAPTER FOURTEEN - Confessional
"Well now Jimmy. I didn't have you brought here to give me questions, you were brought here to give me answers. So hows about it?"
"You know I can't"
"I know you'll try not to, but as you've probably guessed we're all back. Do you remember what Matt used to do to people who wouldn't give answers?" Jimmy nodded; a very slight movement that spoke of how much he remembered. "Yeah.well they always broke. With enough time, but here's the dilemma Jimmy. I don't have the time, but then I didn't always approve of the old methods. I figured lots of little ways to speed things up." Jeff moved in front of Jimmy and pulled off the blindfold allowing Jimmy to see the glow in his eyes. Jimmy visibly flinched at the memories it dredged up. He remembered seeing the look in Matt's eyes, he remembered what had happened to those people, but the look in Jeff's eyes was different. If anything it was fiercer it seemed to emanate from somewhere much deeper within his body and be filled with much more feeling. Jimmy knew that if he didn't talk soon he wouldn't get out of the building alive. He knew that talking didn't really help his chances, but it was all he could do.
"Ok I'll talk."
"See Jimmy, that was always your problem. You're such a pussy! It was just getting to the fun part." Jeff laughed slightly as the blindfold was reapplied. Jeff leant forward until his lips were almost touching Jimmy's ear. "Start talking."
"Well, you see there's this guy, running everything now."
"Who?" There was silence. Jeff nodded and a cracking sound filled the room as one of Jimmy's fingers snapped. He cried out in pain for a second and then died down to a whimpering. "Who?" Jeff whispered fiercely.
"Ross."
"See that wasn't so bad was it. Keep talking."
"He wants things like they were but him running the show. Money from people as insurance that he won't do them over, drugs running, prostitution, arms. You name it he's gonna be running it."
"When?" Once again there was silence. Another nod, another crack and cry.
"When this is over, when he's wiped out everyone who he thinks is a threat. He thinks he's clearing his record. Setting people up, letting them go down for his crimes."
"He's the one who fixed the DNA. He's the one who gave the police the evidence."
"All his work. I believe he's quite proud of it."
"Who else is working for him?" Jimmy paused slightly and another finger broke.
"Sasha." Another finger went.
"Wrong answer, she's working for me. Who else?"
"The Ambrovich's.You know that fire on your brothers house was real good work Jeff!" Jeff let fly with a kick that caught Jimmy on the side of the head, jerking it to one side and knocking the chair over.
"Shit Jeff, he's out cold." Sasha sounded almost reprimanding.
"Well wake him up then." Sasha did as she was told knowing that after Jimmy named her she was going to have to prove where her allegiance lay. She woke Jimmy up quickly and got the chair upright.
"So where were we?" Jeff spoke in his menacing tone. "Yeah.the name game, starting naming names Jimmy cos we're beginning to run out of fingers."
"That's all I know." Jimmy sounded desperate. Jeff gave him a few seconds to think but when nothing else seemed likely he nodded and the final finger of Jimmy's right hand was snapped. Jimmy cried out, and then settled into deep gulping sobs.
"Well I have to hand it to you Jimmy, you've done a great job, been most informative. Here let me congratulate you." As he spoke Jeff grabbed Jimmy's hand in a fierce grip and shook it. Once again the sobs turned to cries, and then screams but Jeff continued. A bone in Jimmy's hand snapped loudly but Jeff just continued.
"Okaaaaaay." Jimmy screamed at the top of his voice. Jeff let go and Jimmy sat panting for a second before speaking. "You're next. Ross has the proof that you burnt down the house. It's already in the mail!" Jimmy almost managed to laugh before Jeff's boot connected with his face, sending him and the chair flying across the barn and onto the floor.
"Well now Jimmy. I didn't have you brought here to give me questions, you were brought here to give me answers. So hows about it?"
"You know I can't"
"I know you'll try not to, but as you've probably guessed we're all back. Do you remember what Matt used to do to people who wouldn't give answers?" Jimmy nodded; a very slight movement that spoke of how much he remembered. "Yeah.well they always broke. With enough time, but here's the dilemma Jimmy. I don't have the time, but then I didn't always approve of the old methods. I figured lots of little ways to speed things up." Jeff moved in front of Jimmy and pulled off the blindfold allowing Jimmy to see the glow in his eyes. Jimmy visibly flinched at the memories it dredged up. He remembered seeing the look in Matt's eyes, he remembered what had happened to those people, but the look in Jeff's eyes was different. If anything it was fiercer it seemed to emanate from somewhere much deeper within his body and be filled with much more feeling. Jimmy knew that if he didn't talk soon he wouldn't get out of the building alive. He knew that talking didn't really help his chances, but it was all he could do.
"Ok I'll talk."
"See Jimmy, that was always your problem. You're such a pussy! It was just getting to the fun part." Jeff laughed slightly as the blindfold was reapplied. Jeff leant forward until his lips were almost touching Jimmy's ear. "Start talking."
"Well, you see there's this guy, running everything now."
"Who?" There was silence. Jeff nodded and a cracking sound filled the room as one of Jimmy's fingers snapped. He cried out in pain for a second and then died down to a whimpering. "Who?" Jeff whispered fiercely.
"Ross."
"See that wasn't so bad was it. Keep talking."
"He wants things like they were but him running the show. Money from people as insurance that he won't do them over, drugs running, prostitution, arms. You name it he's gonna be running it."
"When?" Once again there was silence. Another nod, another crack and cry.
"When this is over, when he's wiped out everyone who he thinks is a threat. He thinks he's clearing his record. Setting people up, letting them go down for his crimes."
"He's the one who fixed the DNA. He's the one who gave the police the evidence."
"All his work. I believe he's quite proud of it."
"Who else is working for him?" Jimmy paused slightly and another finger broke.
"Sasha." Another finger went.
"Wrong answer, she's working for me. Who else?"
"The Ambrovich's.You know that fire on your brothers house was real good work Jeff!" Jeff let fly with a kick that caught Jimmy on the side of the head, jerking it to one side and knocking the chair over.
"Shit Jeff, he's out cold." Sasha sounded almost reprimanding.
"Well wake him up then." Sasha did as she was told knowing that after Jimmy named her she was going to have to prove where her allegiance lay. She woke Jimmy up quickly and got the chair upright.
"So where were we?" Jeff spoke in his menacing tone. "Yeah.the name game, starting naming names Jimmy cos we're beginning to run out of fingers."
"That's all I know." Jimmy sounded desperate. Jeff gave him a few seconds to think but when nothing else seemed likely he nodded and the final finger of Jimmy's right hand was snapped. Jimmy cried out, and then settled into deep gulping sobs.
"Well I have to hand it to you Jimmy, you've done a great job, been most informative. Here let me congratulate you." As he spoke Jeff grabbed Jimmy's hand in a fierce grip and shook it. Once again the sobs turned to cries, and then screams but Jeff continued. A bone in Jimmy's hand snapped loudly but Jeff just continued.
"Okaaaaaay." Jimmy screamed at the top of his voice. Jeff let go and Jimmy sat panting for a second before speaking. "You're next. Ross has the proof that you burnt down the house. It's already in the mail!" Jimmy almost managed to laugh before Jeff's boot connected with his face, sending him and the chair flying across the barn and onto the floor.