Unceal Crow: I Am A Monster (Completed)

VIII

   "OKAY! OKAY! Please Unceal stop!" He yelled.
   "I need answers now, all this drama is testing my patience, I just want answers please, and I'll leave you all alone." I explain as I pretend to be sad. Everything I just said is a bold face lie, I'm enjoying the hell out of this. In order to make them feel more comfortable, I need to appear more vulnerable, psychology 101.
   "They were well known child molestors in Clarksville, they work for Tony Russo. Tony would bail these guys out, or buy the best defense attorneys in Clarksville, he would even go out of the city limits if he had to." Nathan answers with a sad look in his eyes.
   "Can you please give me the name? Nathan you owe me this one you, Tony, and Jennifer's dad ruined me. Ruined my childhood and mental health." I said putting my hand on his shoulder. Giving him a false state of security.
   "Albert Ricci, Ferguson Alfonso, Dean Basso, And Tank California. They all still work for Tony De Rose." He answers.
   "Thank you I really appreciate it." I say as I give him a reassuring smile. "Jack, you work At Clarksville General Hospital? As a janitor? Doctor?"
   "A nurse." He answers.
   "Great." I say as I shoot Nathan in the thigh where his main artery is. "Now, Jennifer sweety you have maybe a couple of seconds, minutes, or an hour if you tie something around his tie the correct way. You could watch him die, and live with that for the rest of your life. Your decision. Jack let's go."
   "OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!" Jennifer yells running towards Nathan. Frantically trying to find something to stop the bleeding.
   "Nathan, it's always a great pleasure to see you as always, if you survive this we will meet again." I say pulling Jack off of the couch and grabbing the jumper cables. "Jennifer, if you tell anything to the cops, don't be surprised if the same thing happens to mommy and daddy. Make the right decisions."
   Me and Jack head out the door, into his car. I tell him to drive to his workplace. He is visibly shaken up about everything that just happened. I have to make a quick stop. The day has only begun, and I am not done yet. There's so much more to do! It's only 2:00 in the afternoon.
   I take his phone from his pocket, and dial 911.
   "Hi, yes I heard gunshots at the address of 4527 Lockwood Avenue. I also heard a woman screaming, it sounded very bad, you may need all units to come by the house, and search the neighborhood. I saw a couple of guys running out of the house with guns. I am very afraid for my life please send help." I say as I hang up.