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The Curtain Call
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Peter looked on trying to hide the horror in his eyes as the officers set down his little blue bag of pills and a funnel. Surely they knew that more than one was a death sentence. He looked on dumfounded that they intended to threaten him with his own product. Uncle Vlad had made an excellent drug. It's high was awesome, and the dealers were suppose to prohibit the use of more than one a day for fear of overdosing. They had to know that. But then again, no one really understood the drug other than his uncle. He hasn't shared the secrets with anyone.

If only they had threatened him before beating him, they could have saved themselves a lot of trouble in the long haul. Peter knew all too well that more than one would kill him, it had nearly done so once already.

The phonebook hurt like hell. Who the hell thought of using a phone book. Peter had heard of it being used as a silencer before but not a tool for torture.

It felt like hours before they started asking Peter questions. "Feel like talking now?"

Peter laughed. It was really funny. He spit out the remainder of blood in his mouth on the floor. "Probably before you started beating me!"

That gained Peter another smack across the face with the phone book. Peter sighed, "Yes, but I want immunity from this."

Peter thought better of his request. "I need to be kept safe. If my boss finds out I talked, I'm dead." He laughed, "Just as dead as two of those pills would have made me!" He nodded his head towards the little blue pills on the table.
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