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>> True Blue <<

From a pay phone, "Frank? Marcus.... Huh? Oh, tell Nora I love her too. Yes, I hear her. Tell her I do miss them, maybe some night over supper, Mina hasn't had the pleasure, the experience, just word of mouth. Frank, cool it. No, don't tease. I'm in a pay phone. Umm, I'm in deep shit. I need help. Remember those pilots whose helicopter you flew? I'm here with three fellows who met them recently. We're at that place where we had dinner last month with the two new surgical residents? Meet me there." This was not normal Marcus conversation. Frank, already concerned by Milton Blake's absence, and having heard a variety of rumors, knew not to speak further and was on the spot in under thirty minutes, squealing around corners in his Ford Explorer. After a few versions of so who did you piss off this time and how did it get so mean, came the resolute need to act on the unknown. Turning over a few notes taken from one of the bodies, Frank muttered a chilling, "Well, they know where you live," in a tone which meant that it was imperative to find out where they lived. First the wallets and any other items that might serve as ID were removed from the pockets and the Venture car trunk paraphernalia. "Got any really big bags?" There were leaf bags in the backyard shed. A careful wrap of duct tape connecting two bags, one from each end, somewhat limited the mess. Through this sickening work Sumner paid careful attention to the events as described by Macaluso, with an occasional clarifying question here and there, "And these guys?" "Never saw them before. They were the ones stealing our garbage. I heard that much. What am I going to do with these bodies?" Frank waved his hand to say no problem, his new farm was not that far away.