Oh, God…
Oh, God.
Oh, Mitch...
Charlotte too? Does he have her as well?
If he doesn’t, where is she?
And the kids?
Klempner drives. Doesn"t speak. But on the wheel, his knuckles are white.
“Larry, I don"t know quite how to ask this, but… how long?”
He shoots Satan’s glance sidelong. “How long what?”
what?“How long… do you think Mitch could keep a man entertained by… usual means… before he got bored and tried for more?”
usual“Usual means?” He says nothing for long seconds, then, “Several hours if he had it in him. All f*****g night. But this bastard’s not interested in usual means.”
Usual means? usual meansDoes he…?
Would he…?
“Larry, you do realize Mitch has only done this to save Charlotte and the kids? You wouldn"t hold it against her afterwards?”
“Afterwards?” He spits the
