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me some time," Curt said. "I'll

need to get medical records from Petrovsky's office, which

won't be easy, especially since the dude's disappeared."

"He's dead," I said. "There's just no body to bury."

"Either way, the guy won't be answering his phone.

Give me a day. I'll get an answer."

"Thanks, Curt, every second counts. Benjamin wasn't

expecting us to follow Petrovsky, and who knows if the

Reeds are even still alive. There's a chance that, like

Petrovsky, they 'disappeared' the Reeds so nobody could

ask questions. We need to see if we can find the Reeds

before Benjamin takes desperate measures. And this is a

guy who seems to be redefining the term."

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Raymond Benjamin dialed the number of the motel. He'd

made the reservation for the Reeds just before he'd told them

what was going to happen to their home. He'd broken it to

them matter-of-factly. He'd told them they might have to

leave at a moment's notice, but didn't really believe himself

it would ever come to that. Elaine seemed pretty unnerved

but agreed to cooperate. Like always. Bob stayed silent,

nodded at his wife's approval. But now it was Ray who was

unnerved.

When the receptionist picked up, he said, "Yes, can

you connect me to the room of Robert and Elaine Reed?"

"Hold a moment, sir." Ray heard typing in the background. "Sir, we don't have any record of anyone by that

name checking in."

"But you do have a reservation, right?"

"Yes, sir, Mr. and Mrs. Robert Reed, weekly rates,

supposed to have checked in yesterday, but according to

this they haven't."

"Fuck me," Ray said.

"Excuse me, sir?"

"Nothing. You're sure about that?"

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"Yes, sir. Would you like me to have a message waiting

for them when they do check in?"

Ray slammed the phone down on the cradle so hard the

plastic receiver broke in half. It took him far too long to

jimmy open the door to the pay phone booth, and finally

he cracked the glass when he kicked it inward with his

foot. Vince was leaning up against the car, an errant toothpick sticking out of his mouth. Either it was lodged

between two teeth or the man had simply forgotten it was

there. Ray had a sudden desire to smack the thing out of

his mouth. But he restrained himself.

This wasn't going as he'd hoped. Things had taken a

drastic turn once Parker and the girl had arrived at the

house on Huntley, and that necessitated burning the place

down. Of course, doing that meant relocating the Reed

family, which was an ordeal in and of itself.

He'd begun to worry about Bob and Elaine from nearly

the moment they took the girl home. There was something

in their eyes that was different from the other families, a

sense of sorrow that worried him from the start. He'd told

them from the first time he met them that they'd have to

be strong. Keep everything in perspective. Look at this as

short-term pain for a long-term solution. They were doing

it for the right reasons, and years from now they'd be

happy they did it.

Now he wasn't so sure.

Bob and Elaine had a motive. There was a reason they

were chosen. The same way there was a reason Ray was

good at his job, he expected the Reeds to live up to their

end of the deal. Looking back on that one week that shaped

Raymond Benjamin into what he'd become, he knew how

fast one moment could change everything.

Few people knew the truth about Raymond Benjamin.

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That all of the violence, everything that had occurred

during the horrific, bloody days from September 9 to September 13 was because of him. While the riots started

because the Attica prisoners were tired of being treated like

animals, there was one spark that started the explosion.

The week of September 2, 1971, a small metal bucket

was placed inside Ray's cell. It contained about a gallon

of water. The guard told him it was his weekly supply of

water to shower with. On September 8, during mess hall,

Ray mouthed off about the food. He didn't remember his

exact words, but it boiled down to the meat loaf tasting like

it had been some poor guy's meat.

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