Dreams of Dying
Brooklyn, New York
Tom Jackson watched from across the street, checking to see who came and what they brought for backup. He saw the SWAT team and the other detectives, the old man and that young sexy black thing. Maybe he’d f**k her when this was all done with. Tie her up and show her what a real man was.
He looked over at Lisa. “What do you think? Should I f**k the black b***h?”
“I think you better tell me where my mother is, goddamnit.”
Tom laughed. “You didn’t like me f*****g the girl, did you?” Lisa didn’t answer. “I know you didn’t. But it serves you right for what you did. Maybe that’ll teach you a lesson.”
“Where’s Mom?”
Tom closed the blinds and turned toward Lisa. “I killed her.”
Lisa narrowed her eyes. “Killed who?”
“The old hag. Your mother.”
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