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“Lung, what do you mean?” I asked, uselessly twisting my head to work out where he was. He seemed farther away than he should have been, as if he were in another part of the van.
“I mean, Detective, that you’ve been played. How do you think those two guys found us as fast as they did?”
Lung’s voice had changed completely, even from when Seeder and I had entered the bar. It was a sneakier voice, smarter and more calculating. I really had been played.
“Alright,” I said, stalling to take in the situation. “Why didn’t you just kill me and Seeder then? And why kidnap me?”
“We’re not kidnapping you, Detective,” Lung said in his new, sly and silky smooth voice. From the sound of it, he was now sitting in the front seat, next to the giant who had thrown me in the van. “We’re bringing you straight to headquarters. There, we’ll make sure your faithful partner hasn’t followed us. Then, we’ll kill you, since you know too much. Then the boys will clean things up, I’ll somehow manage to escape alive, and go straight to the police station, where I’ll tell the tale of how you bravely tried to get us both out alive, sacrificing your life in a shoot-out. You’ll be a martyr, and I’ll be a free man. Even Seeder will help me out, once he reports that I was indeed kidnapped. Poor guy bought the whole damn thing; I think he even pissed himself when Giant filled his car with holes. They can’t possibly look at me as a suspect for much longer after the whole ordeal is done.” Continue reading