“Be quiet, Jacob. I like you. I wouldn’t want to have to kill you.” Joseph bellowed in a horrifyingly loud whisper and went on, “You’re going to do the following. Put the bodies down on the seats and clean this up.” He pointed his hand to a couple of blood sprays which had spurted as the bullets penetrated the skulls, especially Connor’s, since he was the closest one and was sitting slightly angled toward the window. It was even more haunting that Joseph didn’t for a moment take his gaze off Ford’s eyes.
“Then you’ll just keep on driving these three miles to Ascension and stay silent, and I won’t break your neck. Do you think you can do it?”, the huge Injun finished in a patronizing manner and moved slightly closer to the skinny driver, taking an even more terrifying dimension in the smal
