Page 100 of Spiritwarrior

“Who was?”

“I don’t know. Delormer is someone’s muscle; I didn’t ask. He gave me money to stash it. I did. I was in debt to my eyeballs. I wanted the money he offered more than I wanted to ask questions.”

“What did Delormer look like?”

“Did?”

“If he’s who I think he was, he’s dead,” Jody answered.

“He was an ugly fucker, looked like he had big holes on his face.”

“That’s him,” he confirmed. “You have no idea who he worked for?”

“No. Tell Sophie to get rid of the clock.”

“Why do you care? You’ve made her and her mother’s lives miserable.”

“I saved them.”

Jody spat, “Bullshit.”

“I’m not lying. The clock wasn’t the first time I had dealings with Delormer. He was my bookie when Sophie was just a kid. I owed him money, and he threatened to kill Sophie or her mother unless I paid him back. I kept them moving until I could pay him back. I never could. He brought me the clock and told me if I kept it safe, he would cancel out the debt I owed him, plus giveme fifty thousand cash. When he came back for the clock, I was going to try to make amends to Sophie… my time ran out.”

“Yes, it did. Now you have Sophie tangled in the mess you created,” Jody said grimly, his voice dropping to a whisper.

Marty asked frantically as his image began to disappear, “What are you going to do with the clock?”

“What you didn’t have the balls to do: find out who it belongs to.”

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