Patrick was still unconscious when they delivered him to the men who had placed a special order for him.
I'd tried to explain to them. It was a mistake. Just using my buddy's apartment.
One of them had a gun. The one who made me strip. The other had a soft leather bag of stuff. They tied me and the one with the bag took out a long leather noose, I guess, and this like rubber blindfold. It pressed over my cheekbones and eyes. I said " , "It's not me you want."
One of them said, "Hey buddy, calm down. Just take a deep breath. This won't take long. And it IS you we want."
"Better gag him though. Good and tight."
