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Chapter 96 — Night Watch
The last person's name that Mason waited to hear was McCormick's! His fingers were unclenched, and the guy tries to using his chance to escape. But he was not enough quick and Mason take over him again, roughly pushing on the floor.
"You lied! Mark McCormick had no brothers!"
"I speak the truth," the guy drooped and stopped to resist. "He did not know about my being, we were parental half-brothers."
"And do you decided to go on his steps?" asked Mason with sarcasm, thinking what he suppose to do now."
"I wanted to meet him. I arrived here — actually I'm living in Santa Rosa — and found out that he's dead."
"And what's about me here?" Mason lifted his brow.
"Neighbors told me a lot of the interesting stuff."
"About?"
"About all of them: about him, his wife and about you."
"And they told tell you that I am guilty in his death, were they?"
"He was need money. Much money. He tried to loan from his friends and has said that really you, Capwell, thrown him down to mafia. And later he was found dead in some ditch."
"Was it my fault also?"
"Do you accept that you handed him to Mafioso?" The guy rise up and approached more close to Mason. His face was hardly seen in a strip of poor light that falling from the hatch over their heads. Mason shakes his head.
"I have no relation to mafia. McCormick was connected with illegal sale of donor organs. I actually given him a chance to escape and did not take him in police. Probably, in vain."
The guy shortly sighed. Mason made the decision. He quickly turned around and got on the robe ladder upward, every second being afraid that his jailer will pull him off in the same way as Mason did for ten minutes ago. But happened nothing. Mason got out of the basement to the ground floor and waited until McCormick's brother will get out too. Then he slammed the hatch and nodded towards the drawing room.
"We are needed to drink. Both of us.
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After Mary's leaving Larry keeps sitting at a table, clasping his hands his head. Mary's words turned over his soul. He did not know what he supposes to do now. However, there was the thing that he really needs to do. He picks up the receiver.
"Jacobs, are you on duty? If he did not leave the house yet?" Larry looked at his watch. Eleven o'clock. "Well, wait one hour. If he still does not leave out, come in and bring him here. Yes, I mean it.
He hung up and stared at the table. May be it's a chance that he wanted so badly? All is changed for him, but for them too. He may be not getting other right moment.
"Mr. Duvall, I'm sorry," the butler peers in. "Guards inform that your lady guest not left anywhere. She stays in her the car nearby the gate of the estate."
"Really?" Larry raised his head. "Well, and then invite her to come in the house. She will not refuse, I am sure."
When the security guard approached to Mary and kindly said the request of the owner to return to the house, her first impulse was to send her uncle to hell. But she was complete exhausted, and her baby, probably, feeling her condition, moving around so hardly that she was afraid that she'll give a birth on the place. Therefore she agreed, though with her obvious displeasure. But she just cannot back home and wait here for Mason.
One hour later Mason already sat in the car which drives him to Larry's house. When his private eye Jacobs interrupted Mason's talk with Cory — it's name of the unfortunate kidnapper, he did not hide who is he and what his job is. Mason did not begin to resist and walk out with him. He already knew that Mary's uncle no relation to his kidnapping. Cory was not too intellectual, but he was not a kind of criminal also. Just the maximalist teen with obvious problems in the family. Mason had no problems to convince him that he did not kill Mark who was killed by his own criminal doings. Cory asked Mason not declare on him in police, and after some hesitations Mason agreed. He written off data from the boy's driving license and said him that if he learns about his breaks of law he will put the statement in the nearest police station.
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Mary sat in Larry's studio when he got the call by internal phone. For some reason she immediately realized that it's about Mason. She risen up and with nervous waiting looked at the door.
After a few moments Mason come in the room, and she thrown the arms round his neck with cry of relieving.
"Mason, Thank God! You are alive! Are you all right?" She worried look in his eyes and tried to touch his body, being afraid that Mason can be wounded.
"I'm fine, don't worry. I just exhausted," Mason embraced her with inexpressible relieving. All time that he was captured he became crazy from anxiety for her and their baby. What's silly and malicious boy, Dammit him!
"What you doing here?" he suddenly realized. "And how Mr. Duvall found out where I was held?"
"Mason, but he was your kidnapper!
He had shaken his head.
"No, its no your uncle. Actually I know who did it now. I'll explain to you later. But why you got an idea that it's was your uncle?"
"Mason--" Mary bitten her lip, understanding that she'll hurt him now. "Mason, it's because Chris Rock."
"What?" Mason's face turned white. He's takes away. "Why you told about him to your uncle? It's no concern to him!"
"Mason--"
"What?" In Mason's voice sounded the pain and it make Mary become more determined.
"Mason, my uncle actually is Chris Rock."
Mason automatically looked up Duvall and then moved his sight at Mary's face.
"You are wrong," he sadly grinned. "This person never was Chris."
"Uncle--"
"Mary, Mason's is right. As I already spoke to you, I never named myself as Chris," Larry slightly hesitated and then added: "But my twin brother Kenneth did."
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