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Chapter 95 — The Evening's Conversation
Mason already begins to fall in despair waiting to hear from kidnappers. He had some impression that they absolutely forgotten about him. He stayed alone until the evening coming up that he realized when some poor light gradually becomes thaw and comes to full darkness.
But then he finally heard someone's steps over his head. The muffled mutter was sounded, then the hatch cover sharply swung open over Mason's head, and he hardly had time to start back from the package that fallen to the floor of basement. Mason waiting stood. Kidnapper's feeding him, and it's meaning that to keep him alive is important to them. There passed some minutes in full silence, and finally Mason's patience was rewarded.
"Hey, are you alive here?" the young boyish voice said. Mason in darkness lifted his brow. Is it the teen? What is hell? He don't going move. Let he'll begin to worry and make some mistakes."
"Dammit!" Mason finally heard. "Are you alive? Say me something, sucking lawyer!"
Mason held the breath. It was his only chance.
The guy sworn again and left out. After a few minutes, he brings the rope ladder and thrown it down. Then he began to go down in the basement. Mason immediately rushed from darkness and pulled him off down. Struggle was fastened, the boy was span as the eel, but Mason was much stronger and, eventually, he pressed his kidnapper to the floor. In darkness his scared eyes flashed."
"Do not kill me, please," he hoarsely asked. Mason does not moving, understanding, that he can lose his upper position.
"Who are you?" severely asked Mason, even more strongly leaning against him. "And who ordered you to take me?"
"Nobody," guy managed.
"Liar!"
"Nobody, I swear."
"Do you mean that you did organize Mason Capwell's kidnapping all alone and just for ransom? I never believe it."
"I speak the truth," the guy tried to be pulled out again, but Mason strongly held him. "I did it alone. And I don't want any smelly ransom!"
"And what do you want?" Mason asked with some interest.
"To revenge," he sobbed. "I want to revenge for my brother!"
"If I take away your brother, when I was DA, it's means that he was the criminal."
"He was not the criminal! And your being DA no matter here. You killed him without helping any laws!"
"Without helping any laws?" Mason was surprised.
"Yes! Do you know who my brother was? Mark McCormick!
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Mary stopped her car before the house that was already familiar to her. Naming herself to guards, she easy passed by well-trained butler for long corridors. Without any knocks Mary entered into the studio and fury looked at the man who surprised raised his face from some papers.
"Mary?"
"Yes, uncle. It's me."
"I'm glad to see you--"
"Let's leave formalities. I demand that you immediately released Mason out."
Larry frowned.
"I cannot."
"Surely you can! Also you will make it."
"I can not. I'm no idea where is he. I even didn't aware that he was kidnapped until your words."
"You lie. And now I even know why you hate Mason so much. It's not because me, right? You are Chris Rock!"
Larry's faces hardened.
"Where you did know about him? You cannot know."
"I knew," Mary exhaled, feeling that her knees become weak. Until the last moment she hoped that she's wrong. Until the latest moment she assured herself that it's her bluff. "And you knew too. And you will return Mason now, or I'll call the police!"
"Call," Larry wearily answered. "Though I cannot see why Capwell concerns here. And I never named myself as Chris."
"And no named anybody as a beach slave?" Mary made two steps and hand him worn Mason's note.
Larry took it. Read. With astonishment lifted his brow. "What is it?"
"Do not pretend be surprised! It's Chris Rock's words that my husband remembered and wrote here!"
"Did you tell you your husband about Chris?" Larry turned white from fury.
"Me? Told him?" Mary was surprised for the first time of all conversation. "What are you meaning? It's Mason who told me. Chris Rock was Mason's secret friend whom he never saw. And now I knew that it's you!"
Larry looked as if he received the swing to his head. His face became even no white, but grey. Mary pressed her lips.
"Do not pretend that it's news for you," she said. "You were aware it from the very beginning. And, probably, it caused you to hate Mason too much. I do not know why. Mason was a boy, and made to you nothing bad."
"You are wrong," Larry hardly told and literally fallen in the chair. He rubbed his forehead. "I'm not Chris Rock, and I knew nothing about Mason."
Mary involuntarily noticed that he named Mason by his first name for the first time.
"Anyway, now you knew. And you'll return Mason until tomorrow's morning; opposite I'll inform the police about you."
Larry kept silent. Mary left his office and walks out from the house. She was overflowed with bitterness and weariness. Leaving out, she stopped here. She should be comes back home, but she wants to see Mason as soon as possible. She did not doubt that Larry will return him. He should not to go in the prison. By accepted the conciliatory decision, she called Christie from the phone cabin to be sure that children are all right and the sister is ready to baby-sit longer then normal, and then she arranged in her car to wait. She was ready to wait though all night for be first who'll see Mason.
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