I had an instinct that I was being set up, which is why I came to the cabin through the swamp. The ID had been blocked when the call came in. I didn’t think much about it at the time.
“Hello, Mr. Brody. Pay attention. I’ve got some information regarding the case you’re working on.”
“Which case? I have several,” I lied.
“Care to be more specific?”
“What kind of information?”
“Information you want to have,” he said, and something made me think Boston.
“Why don’t you just tell it to me over the phone?”
“Look, you want the information, you do it my way.”
“Who is this?”
“That’s not important. Just understand this is information you’ll want to have, and it’s urgent.” He gave me directions to the shack.
“As soon as you can get there.”
“Why do we have to meet eight miles from nowhere?”
“You’ll understand when you get there.”
“I need a better reason than that.”
“No, you don’t.”
“Get up,” said the voice belonging to the man who’d slammed me with something in the back of my head just as I’d reached the clearing near the cabin; my instincts had been right on target. “Up, Chuck. Now!”
I fingered the throbbing bulge on the back of my skull, lifted my face up out of the weeds, and hurled on his Hush Puppies, obliging him.
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