“We have a few questions we’d like to ask you,” said Moneybags. That voice, I could almost—Number One was back, cattle prod in hand. Goon choke-laughed. Probably another one of his ideas. “But first, so you understand…” He gestured to Number One who stuck me with the rod. An icy fire consumed me. As the shock ended, I heard the echoes of my own screams. Moneybags had got his color back and smiled. “What I’d like to know,” he went on, “is just a little more information about that box.” Goon’s laughter faded as they waited for my answer.
On the Hook
Tale Told 