FROM THE "ROAD NOTES OF MAVEN": WELCOME TO TRANSIyLvania! The Hold Up House Part 5 FINAL ACT II
Missed Part I? Okay.
Missed Part I and II? Why?
Missed Part I, II and III? What's wrong with you?
Missed all the above chapters? Are you nuts?
A voice cries with an overwhelming intensity. It is a young woman’s voice, but not Jade’s, throaty, like a hungry and angry caged animal, echoes back from the stone tile walls. A man, in a foreign language, shouts a single Shut up! (Strange, but from the tone of an uttered word in any foreign language, you can understand the meaning of it), then, voices of other men, a metal bang of the cell door, the sound of dragging on the concrete floor, then there’s nothing but the distant of chattering and resonating iron doors. Suddenly, a memory jolts its way from the past to the present. I remember the rumors that terrified the campus at Stanford; rumors of “Black Mass,” of a “pagan ritual,” heated further when, Nelly who was a sperm bank of all the jocks and socks in campus, disappeared, then, some urban legend of bullshit sorts of story you hear in every town in America. That she was kidnapped by some cult, deviant religious groups or became one of the members of the ‘People's Temple’ in Jonestown…bullshit breeds bullshit.
But is this one of these farcical bullshit? Is Jade just a whore and sperm bank like Nelly who’s arrested red-handed while whoring by the Romanian police?
Finding out time begins now! What’s this, nightmare in Auschwitz, for fuck sakes.
“I’m no hooker, but some of it stuck, yeah.”
“Some of it?” I ask. “Come on, Lay it on me.”
Jade only stares at me.