Chapter 82

"WE GOT A RUNNER!" Crazy Eddie said while parking the car.

He hopped out cackling loud, swigging the Russian water. Looking iconic in the sunlight, raising his black and yellow Taser gun, closing one eye to aim. While turning his face to give me a wink, he shot the Taser without looking. The long thin cord propelled into the sky, both electrode darts pierced him in the ass. I watched the old naked man go stiff like Oakwood, slamming his head on the ground.

"See what I mean, Lex? Fate."

Inside Crazy Eddie's garage was plastic sheets covering all parts. The floor, walls, ceiling, all protected. A small metal tray of torture instruments, not even medieval dungeons would own. The naked old man struggled as Crazy Eddie shackled his arms to the beam above his head, and he hung there, slightly elevated, so his arms were slowly breaking the whole time.

"Don't know how you got out. But I wasn't worried, this is what I do," he looked him up and down. "This guy look familiar, Lex?"