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Chapter 111 — The Poor Cousin
"Hi, Capwell," Corey drawing, glowing complacency.
Mason made a couple of steps to the side and leaned against a tree, posing like a bored tourist. As always he did in the difficult situation he observed in his mind all of options.
"Mason, who is he?" Mary asked, approaching.
"I think he'll introduce himself," Mason replied carelessly. Mary turned to Corey.
"Who are you? And what do you want?"
The guy shook like a dog who coming out of the water.
"I am the brother of your husband, ma'am."
Mary automatically turned to Mason, but he silently shook his head.
"Oh, I forgot to clarify," Corey clowning. "Of your ex-husband, Mark McCormick. The man who was left for a mafia's lunch by you and your lover."
Mary momentarily froze.
"Is Mark died?" then she asked.
"Oh, Capwell, did you not say even the fact? Yes, Mark is died. He was killed by mafia." Corey's face at once becomes serious. "And it's blame of your recent husband."
"Mason, where he knows you?" Mary asked with toneless voice.
"Remember, do you ask me who was behind my kidnapping for a few months ago?"
"What? Do you want to say that it's was he?" Mary looked at the guy.
Mason nodded.
"His name is Corey McLean. I dismissed him then, considering that he had more stupidity than malice. But it seems I made the mistake. What do you want?" his last words already been addressed to McCormick's brother.
"To put you behind bars," he flashed with his eyes. "Revenge for Mark."
"Wait a minute, wait. I knew Mark for half of my life. He had no brothers. And parents died in a few months after our graduation. And they were not too young."
"Old grumbler Gerhard did not want me to admit," Corey grimaced.
"It's strange," Mary said.
"But it does not matter," Corey added. "Be ready, Capwell. You'll get the lawsuit very soon."
"About what?" Mason snarled. "I guess that McCormick died by natural death. I did not kill him."
"It will not help you to get out, do not hope with it. You'll pay for everything."
"Is it the threat?" Mason pushed himself away from the tree, stood up straight. "How careless saying it in front of so many witnesses."
"Do you think that your witness will defend you after he tried to kill you?"
Mason pressed his lips.
"Get out. Tomorrow you will receive the summons. Kidnapping still considered as the crime here. See you in court, McLean."
"Do not be too self-assured, Capwell," the man hissed. "Do you think that you're in quite safe, are you? Wrong answer! I wonder if your beloved wife would know that she was married for the killer of children."
"However. McCormick killed any children after all of his crimes?" Mason raised eyebrow.
"You perfectly understand what I meant!" Corey yelled. "I know everything about you! I know about The Great Valley!
Mason's face turned to stone. And Corey importantly nodded.
"Yes, I aware. And I take over you, Capwell. I do not recommend venturing any mess with the lawsuit. Otherwise, everyone will know what was happened then!"
Mason strangely silent. However, an instant later, there are happened the thing which nobody expected. Larry Duvall stand between Mason and Corey, he folded his arms across his chest.
"Look here, boy," he said quietly. "Go and get one's bacon out of here until I polished up your face."
Mason looked at him wildly. Sleek looks and polished manners contrasted sharply with the lexicon of the street kid from the suburbs. He was the person whom was difficult to expect to say words like these. Meanwhile Larry continued.
"I do not know what the nonsense with your Valley was, but Mason could kill nobody."
"Do you just do not aware about it. Do you think why he just turned into the stone figure?" Corey nodded to silent Mason. "He knows what I mean. Right, Capwell?"
Mason did not move. Larry took a step toward Corey. He backed away.
"We'll meet, Capwell," he shouted and walked briskly toward the exit of the cemetery.
Mary came to Mason.
"Are you OK?"
He quickly looked at her and shook his head. Then he looked at Larry.
"I am grateful you," he said. "Although not understand why you did it."
"The golden boy is not the killer," Larry retorted.
"I agree," Theda went up to him. "Mason, what was happened at The Great Valley? Where is it?"
Mason bit his lip.
"It's not the name of the place," he finally replied. "It's the private school for boys in Orange County.
"Did you attend it?" escaped from Mary.
Mason looked at her.
"I'll tell you," he said. "But not here."
"Right. Let's go to our home," Theda said. She looked at Mason with sympathy.
"OK," said Mason with some tense, and all of three went to the main track of the cemetery.
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