Chapter 9 - Observations of a tattle talePeter rubbed his injured nose carefully.
“You should go to the emergency room,” The Debt Collector told him, “but we don’t have time and I can set it in just a few seconds.”
The Debt Collector had no trouble seeing that Peter was terrified at the idea.
“I’m sure you can understand that we can’t waste time going to emergency. Your boy is still lost and your wife is waiting with dinner for you.”
“Will it hurt?” Peter asked with barely a whisper.
“Just for a second, but a man’s man such as yourself is not afraid of a little pain, right?
In answer Peter backed away until his back hit the wall behind him, and even then he tried to take another step back as if he could go through walls.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” The Debt Collector said approaching
