He’s right.
I don’t pass out entirely.
Instead, whatever d**g he’s injected me with via that toy g*n, has caused me to enter into a kind of coma. But here’s the thing. I can feel, I can see, I can hear. I just can’t move a muscle. I can’t talk, or even move my mouth enough to scream. I’m paralyzed but entirely aware of what’s happening around me.
Herman is bigger than me. A lot bigger. It’s no real problem for him to scoop me up, toss me over his shoulder, carry me out of the upper room, down the exterior stairs, off the boat, onto the launch, and then to the parking lot and his vehicle. It’s not a weekend morning, so the launch is entirely empty other than my Mustang and Herman’s white, high-ceilinged van. But hey, wait a minute, this looks an awful lot like Lu’s van. Lu Chin.
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