Chapter 18

Jackal also noticed that the young man’s left wrist was encased in some type of plastic brace, preventing pain and movement because of a recent and unexpected sprain. Although the boy looked like shit, Jackal was still happy to see him and thought him just as pleasing and attractive like prior visits.

To break the ice regarding Buddy’s grotesque appearance, Jackal said, “You’ve had quite the beating, haven’t you, my friend?”

“It’s a long story.”

“You know I love your long stories. If you share such a tale with me, leave no detail spared.”

Buddy took a sip of the drink in his right hand, seemed to enjoy the concoction, and asked, “May I sit, Jarod?”