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Chapter 19 — A Real Way or A Trap?
Mason watched Mark silently for a moment and then signed him by his head.
"Come in."
Mark came in and saw around the living room.
"You can’t see Mary," Mason warned him and leant against the jamb. "I’m listening to you, McCormick."
"I’ve already told you: give me the papers, and I will give Mary her divorce."
"What papers?
Mark looked at Mason, trying to decide whether it’s true that Mason does not know, about it.
"About bodies for transplantation."
"And what is it to you?"
"Mason, don’t you think that you ask too many questions?" Mark thrown angry.
"I don’t. I am a lawyer."
"They are unimportant to me. The only thing important is the fact that I should receive them and soon."
Mason come to the bar and poured a drink. Without offering the same to Mark, he has taken a sip.
"And what about guarantees?"
"What can be guarantees, Dammit?! Look around Capwell!"
"Guarantees that you will not refuse to divorce as soon as you will receive what you required. Look, Mark. I will give you the papers, but only after your marriage to Mary will be officially terminated, and you will sign the document that you do not arrange any meetings with Mary for at least 5 years."
"Mason, are you crazy?"
"I am not," Mason slowly shook his head. "I have no doubt that I will be able to prove in court that Mary lived with you on compulsion, so she will got the divorce without your help too. With duress. So this contract is more necessary to you than to me. I will get all that I want without it too."
"Dammit!" Mark jump up. "You are... You--" He mumbled because he was furious.
"Make your choice, McCormick. Either you accept my conditions or you get out from here!"
Mark paced nervously around the room, almost starting to run. Mason, externally calmly, even is lazy, observed him. At last Mark stopped and looked at Mason with hatred.
"OK," he muttered finally. "I agree. But remember, Capwell, you will pay for this. You will pay--"
"Tomorrow we will get the divorce in Las Vegas and you will receive your papers. Or maybe we can even call it today," Mason looked at his watch.
"Where?"
"I will call and inform you about the place of our meeting."
"I want to know now!"
"More then one word and no settlement will not happen."
Mason put down the glass and looked at Mark directly in the eyes. Mark turned around and promptly went out the apartment.
"I call as soon as I will be ready," Mason told rushing after him and locked the door.
Then he exhaled and put his flaring head under the jet of cold water in bathroom. The affected coldness cost him so much.
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Mary woke up from a sudden feel of cold. She sharply sat on the bed and understood that in her sleep she dumped her blanket. She picked it up and suddenly heard the children's quiet cry. Mary made some steps and only then realized that this is not the same apartment, where she fell asleep. She turned and passed in Mason's apartment, where she found the very strange picture.
Mason, almost absolutely moving down with his sofa, deeply slept. On the floor near him was a book — a code of the laws in the state of Nevada. And just stunning crying hungry children.
Mary went to the babies and started changing them.
"Mason," she called. "Mason, help me. They want to eat."
Mason moved, but didn’t wake. Mary has already dressed Samantha in her bed and came to Mason. Knee near she kiss him on his cheek. Mason opened his eyes. Mary smiled and rise.
"Help me or your children will soon die of famine."
"Which time is it?" Mason still hardly understood what’s around him.
"It’s 8 AM already. Mason, when did you fall sleep?"
"I do not know," Mason slowly realized that this is already morning. "Dammit! How could I not hear that they were crying?"
He rise up and went to the kitchen. After preparing a meal he returned to the living room and took Sammi. Mary began to feed Chip. After feeding the babies and putting them down in beds, Mason stopped in the middle of the living room and thought.
"Mason? What is wrong?"
"Mary, where are your clothes in which you arrived?"
"Clothes? It's... un the bathroom probably."
Mason only shook his head and dig with head in the wardrobe. After minutes he pulled out the man's jeans and the shirt.
"These are?"
"Yes. Mason, why do you need this?
But Mason didn’t answer. He began to touch carefully all the pockets of the clothes of Mark and soon he was remunerated for his efforts. From a superimposed pocket of the shirt he pulled out combined four times lists of paper. After carelessly throwing down the clothes that now become unnecessary, Mason sat on the sofa and began to read. Mary looked at him with worry.
"Mason, what is its? From did these papers come from?"
Mason was silent as he re-read the documents once again. Their content was very unambiguous. But what is he to do with it now?
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