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Chapter 97 — The Stunning Blow Of The Truth (2 Part)
Mary afraid looked at Mason. But his face was calm though also pale. She felt that he inwardly takes away and embraced him, with all of her heart wishing that this torture finally was stopped. Mason stiffed under her hands. But Mary looked up her uncle, not releasing Mason.
"When you realized that the boy was Mason?"
"I suspected nothing until you did show me the note." The beach slave is sitting in the sand, he cannot become free, but his imprisonment can be his own unique way to avoid death," Larry quoted from memory."
"Whom did he mean?" escaped from Mary. "Mason?"
"Himself and Mason. Both of us were "beach slaves", our father named us with the way. Sometimes Kenny said that he cannot live without ocean and will die without it. And he guessed that beaches also are very important for his Golden Boy. That he could not survive if he had not deserted places like these. If he was right?" last words were addressed to Mason.
"I do not know," Mason replied, looking on his hands. "It's possible. But I don't sure."
"It's the reason that make you thought that it's me opened Chris Rock's story to Mason rather the reverse."
"Yes. I decided that the story you were told by your mother and you did the same to your husband. But then I realized that after so many years I finally found Golden Boy. Though he was kidnapped for that moment."
"How you found where I am?" Mason asked; his voice got stronger.
"I promised Mary not pursue you," Larry crookedly grinned. "But I considered as my duty as to follow both of you. I wished to be sure that Mason will not hurt you," he tried to clear his reasons when Mary hatefully glared him. "And as result as it given me the chance to find him. I just contacted with my private eye and told him to bring your husband to me."
"And your private eye was so dumb and cannot say that Mason was kidnapped from very beginning? He must see that someone takes Mason away as an unconsciousness body."
"I think that the detective had not instructions to protect me, Mary," Mason said and gloomy looking at her.
"What you mean...? If you want to say that--"
"I want to say that I think that Mr. Duvall wanted to receive some compromising evidence for me. And my protection against kidnappers was not included."
"Is it the truth?" Mary slowly stands up. But she felt as Mason painfully reacts to it and sat down again, not takes away angry sight from Larry's face. To her surprise, he wearily nodded.
"Yes, it's the truth. I wanted to have something to use against Mason."
"And as result as you rescued his life."
"Well, not absolutely," Mason responded. "I already taken over the guy when came up his PI. Though of course I cannot complain that he brought me directly to you."
With pleasure feeling that Mason finally comes around, Mary pressed his palm by her one until hurting. Larry stands up, going round his desk and stopped just before Mason. Mason stands up also and met Larry's sight. They looked directly in eyes of each other. Larry was first who taken away his sight. He looked somewhere aside and then at Mason again.
"Golden Boy, I should you tell that Chris Rock cannot come--" he begun, but his voice broken. Mary could swear that she sees tears in his eyes. After clearing the throat, Larry continued: "Unfortunately, he never will come in your cave."
Mason faced to him, standing stiffed straight.
"Thanks," he murmured. And then politely added: "I'm very appreciating that you spend your time to inform me. I'm too sorry that I could not receive your message earlier--"
"I'm sorry too," Larry replied, and in his sight appeared something like respect.
There're become death silence. All words were told.
"I think that it's time to go," Mary broken the silence. "Lets go, Mason. We really need to calm your family; they're very worried about you..."
Mason looked at her with a strange sight that she cannot understand and then nodded. "Yes, it's time to go. Good bye, Mr. Duvall."
"Farewell... Mason."
Larry looks how they going out, not breaking up their embraces and rubbed his cheeks. It's seems that the tense in the air almost perceived. Now he must to live even after. But who else would tell him, how he can?
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