Endurance - Jack Kilborn [38]
“Get the rope,” Felix said.
Cam did as instructed, and Felix lead a docile John to a battered desk chair, which creaked under his weight as he sat down. When Cam brought the nylon clothesline, he secured John’s body and feet while Felix covered him with the gun.
“You don’ wanna do this,” John said.
Cam stepped away, looking startled.
“Cam…” Felix said. He knew Cam’s history, knew that he might not be able to handle what was about to happen. “Maybe you should wait in the—”
Cam’s hand shot out, slapping John across the face. It sounded like a firecracker going off in the small room.
“Where’s my sister, you son of a bitch!”
Cam raised his hand again, but Felix grabbed his arm, wincing at the pain in his injured fingers. He looked into Cam’s eyes, saw them crackling with fire.
This is a bad, bad idea.
“Easy, kid,” Felix said, trying to keep his voice even. “John wants to cooperate. Don’t you, John?”
John eyed the floor, saying nothing.
“Does he know where Maria is?” Cam caught Felix’s forearm and squeezed. He was strong for his slight build.
“Maybe.” Felix tugged his arm away. “I’m not sure.”
Cam grabbed John’s ears, forcing his head up. “Where is she? Where’s my sister?”
“You better let me go.” John looked close to crying again. “Y’all be in big trouble if’n you don’t let me go.”
Cam stared hard, and something flashed across his face.
Is that a smile?
“Can you count, you big, fat redneck?” Cam asked. “Because I’m going to count to ten. And if you don’t tell me where Maria is, I’m going to kill you.”
Felix felt like he swallowed a bucket of ice. He knew why Cam was in the hospital. Knew what Cam was accused of doing.
Accused of. Never proven.
Still, it was enough to get him committed.
“Cam,” Felix cleared his throat. “Let’s go in the other room, talk this over.”
Cam ignored him, walking around to the back of John’s chair. “I bet you’re so slow and dumb you count on your fingers, don’t you? Here, let me help you count.”
John’s lips began to tremble.
“Cam…” Felix said. This situation was spiraling way out of control.
“One,” Cam counted.
CRACK.
It sounded like a branch snapping. But it wasn’t wood. Felix knew that Cam had just broken one of John’s fingers.
John’s face turned bright red, and Felix saw the scream building up in his throat. He managed to grab a dirty sock from the floor and shove it into John’s open mouth a second after the howl began. The sound went on and on, and Felix had never heard anything so pitiable, so awful, in his entire life. It made him sick, all the way down to a cellular level. Like Felix’s entire body had become rotten, making him want to crawl out of his skin and go hide.
But Cam wasn’t finished.
“Two.”
Another snap. John thrashed his head back and forth, the tendons in his neck sticking out, his throat vibrating with muffled cries.
Felix’s stomach clenched like a fist. He stumbled into the bathroom, dropping the gun in the sink, vomit spewing up and spraying the toilet. He sunk to his knees and held the bowl, trembling. The steely resolve of a year-long search seeped out of Felix’s body, replaced by pain, fear, and regret over what was happening.
I have to stop this. Now.
But John’s a killer. He had something to do with Maria’s disappearance.
He’s also a human being.
A human being who tried to kill me.
So that means we can torture him?
He may still have Maria.
That last thought gave Felix the strength to stand up and return the bedroom, albeit on wobbly legs. John was thrashing back and forth, his muffled screams making the hair on Felix’s neck stand up. Cam hyperextended another one of the man’s fingers, twirling it around and around like he was stirring a cookie batter.
“Cam.” The spectacle before Felix was surreal.
“I got this, Felix.” Cam grinned at him. “Least I can do, since you busted me out of the loony bin.”
Cam grabbed another finger, and Felix yelled, “Enough!”
Cam’s head shot up, looking like a