worry, Paul, it’ll all be over soon.” “A lot of things will soon be over,” he

said.

 

Including you. “I’ll be back,” she said. “I just need to check on some things.”

She left the room and Rogers stared up at the ceiling. He tried to move his arms

and legs, but nothing worked.

 

Shit!

 

He was running out of time and options.

 

When the door opened again he didn’t even turn to look at her. “Paul?” Now he

did turn.

 

Suzanne Davis was standing there.

 

She walked over to him and looked down. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I wish I could

do something to help you.” He shrugged. “Is she the ‘rich’ one who adopted you?”

“Yes.” Rogers looked away and shook his head. If he could move his arms right

now he would reach into his head and rip the thing out. “She ever give a

reason?” he said.

 

Davis looked away. “Maybe she was lonely.” Rogers turned to stare at the ceiling

again. “You need to think about that some more. At some point, she’ll get tired

of you. And then…?” “Can you move?” “They got me shot up with shit. Where are