Chapter 12 : Learning From the Best

Marshall had just set up his bride in his room. He was making his way towards the outsides of the cottage when he heard what sounded like his nephew frantically whispering. "Come on Mal, don't be a pussy. You're almost there."

He snuck over to where the sounds came from and found Malachy dragging a frail girl toward the cottage. Marshall cleared his throat and said, "this what happens when we leave you alone?"

Malachy looked up at his uncle with an anxious look on his face. "Please Uncle Marshall we have to save her!"

"You're draggin her in the dirt kid, looks like she's past savin'."

"No no she's alive." Malachy pleaded. "I found her trapped in a box under some crazy person's bed!"

"A box under a bed huh?" Marshall said reaching down to check the girl's pulse. "She is alive. Barely. I'll help you get her inside then you are going to tell me everything."

Marshall picked up the girl like a sack of potatoes. He carefully carried her into the cottage. Malachy put a bed together on the couch and Marshall placed her there. Malachy proceeded to tell him everything while they waited for Sid and Ginger to come home.

Sid and Ginger ran in expecting a huge emergency. Marshall told them what's going on and he volunteered to look after the girl if Malachy's story checks out.

Sid stroked his beard and spoke to his nephew, "Malachy getting a slave is really hard work. This guy is going to be pissed. Did he see you? Did you see him?"

"I didn't see him. He definitely saw me."

"Marshall said you were dragging her. Did he see which direction you ran off to?"

"No because we jumped out the window."

Ginger got down to her son's level, "is there anything else you want to tell us?"

"He told me I'm dead."

Sid smirked, "don't worry he was probably just calling his accomplice. We can handle them. Shit you can handle them and you're just a boy."

"Marshall feel like taking Malachy back there to see what you can see with your gifted eyes?" Ginger requested.

Malachy's eyes welled up, "Please help her. She was in so much pain. We have to save her."

Sid entered the living room and proceeded to give the girl a medical check up. "You're safe now. Do you know your name? Do you know where you are?"

There were no answers. Sid shined a penlight into her eyes and mumbled to himself as he examined the track marks on her body and the marks from being bound. "Interesting."

Sid came out of the room. He looked at Ginger spoke slowly, "That girl is high as a fucken kite. I thought I was a Pharmaceutical genius. Who ever did this is a fucken artist."

Ginger nodded. "Do you know what's in her?"

"No idea. But I'm thinking lots of downers and tranquilizers she's also been bound. Christ, girl don't even know her name."

"Mal says it's Reggie."

"What are we going to do about this Reggie?"

"We will wait to see what Marshall finds till we come up with a plan. I believe what Malachy said was true. Marshall will be able to make more sense of the box. Malachy was so freaked out. He's one of us and we don't freak out easy."

"So if it's real, are we going to help this girl?"

"Malachy thinks of her like a baby bird. We have to."

Marshall took one look at the window Malachy used to enter the house and said, "you've got to be kidding me."

"What?" Malachy defended his choice, "you have to sneak and that is sneaky."

"Yeah but you also gotta show you're fearless and you've got some balls. Come on nephew." Marshall marched toward the front of the house.

Malachy watched as Marshall went to open the front door. "What are you doing? He could be in there?"

"No he ain't. Kidnapping is a bad enough crime, but keeping a drug out sex slave is just awful they'll chop your balls off for that. Now he don't know if you brought that girl over to good Samaritans who took her to the hospital and call the police. If he's smart, which he probably is, he's expecting a visit for the local pigs. So he has flown the coop. The safest place in town is this house."

Malachy nodded.

Marshall stepped inside and flicked the lights on. "Hello?" he called out loudly. "We came in through the front door this time like gentlemen!" What the fuck is that smell?"

"Yeah I know right ? It's like someone is shitting in the kitchen."

"Could be kid. The only thing that matters is keeping that girl alive and well-behaved the other stuff is a pain in the ass and is dealt with as such. Let's get this done quick. Where did you find her?"

"Right this way." Malachy said leading the way.

When the 2 made it into the master bed room Marshall turned into a CSI. He took out a flashlight and shined it on the box to get dimensions. The box was rectangular in shape. It resemble a coffin and was composed of particle board. It was really 2 rectangles within each other, probably meant to contain noise. The inner most rectangle would be were Reggie would lay in. It look tight and uncomfortable she would just have barely enough room to lie still, no moving, no twitching around. Must have been painful and stuffy.

Marshall shined a light on the wheels. Seeing the wheels he laughed. "Whoever built this is a pussy, who needs wheels to lift their toy box? What is he six?

Marshall moves the flashlight around and finds handcuffs, which explain the marks on her wrists. "Ugh where are the drugs? There's got to be some in this place!"

"How do you know all this? My mom says pulses turn you off."

"They do but you learn a thing or 2 from cousins and shit. Every Holmes has a hobby.