Free Unhinged by E. J. Findorff Page A

Bienvenue.
    â€œHi, Sam. Kenny told me what you want. I’ll take light hits to my torso, back, arms, and legs, but no contact to my face or dick. Got it?” He had a deep, Barry White voice.
    â€œGot it. Man, this is great. So, where do we go?” Bienvenue asked in a high-pitched voice.
    â€œWhere’s the cash?”
    We saw the roll of hundreds directly in front of Bienvenue’s belt camera.
    â€œTwo grand.” It was shown to Toliver and then put back into Bienvenue’s pocket. “You’ll get it when I see the setup.”
    â€œFair enough. Let’s go. I arranged it at a friend of mine’s house on Iberville. Everything we need is there.” The camera started to bounce as they walked toward the street. It would only take minutes for the trio to get there.
    â€œSo, Sam,” Greg asked as they walked, “you trust us enough to just hand over two thousand dollars? How do you know we won’t beat the shit out of you and take it?”
    â€œShut up,” Toliver said. “Don’t mind him. He’s very blunt and tactless with a morbid sense of humor.”
    â€œNo, I thought about that. I know where Kenny works. Plus, he has a good reputation. He’d have to kill me not to have me come after him. I figure you guys are on the up-and-up.” Bienvenue was doing great.
    We watched the camera cruise down Royal, and I got the itch to move to a new location.
    Agent Wayne felt the same way and spoke up. “Agent Tucker, take us to Bienville. We’ll wait until we have an address before we settle in.”
    Tucker crouched through a panel in the truck, then put himself in the driver’s seat. The truck roared to a purr and shifted into gear.
    Bienville ran parallel to Iberville and fortunately didn’t carry that much tourist traffic. As Tucker drove us to the nearby street, we continued to monitor Bienvenue’s progress.
    â€œWhat exactly do you want me to do?” Greg’s voice had a menacing quality to it.
    â€œI want the place we’re going to be your house, and I’m breaking in. You catch me and we struggle. I pretend to kill you, and then—you know.”
    â€œWhat’s your size?” Greg asked.
    â€œSize?”
    â€œI don’t want any surprises when the time comes. There’s a size limit.”
    â€œNine.”
    We looked at each other at the exact same time.
    The monitor showed that they were on Iberville about two blocks off Decatur. Toliver ran up a flight of steps, and we heard a door open.
    â€œMake the next right, and come back up toward the river on Iberville,” Ron yelled to Tucker. “Park when you can.”
    We found a spot directly across the street from our private show and crept to a stop in front of a nude art gallery. Agent Tucker rejoined us in the back.
    Wayne spoke to us in a low tone. “If things get crazy, on my command, we rush up the stairs and stop at the door. Agent Tucker will tell me exactly where everyone is located over the receiver in my ear. Then, on my signal, we bust through the door and get Bienvenue out of harm’s way before anything else goes down.”
    Ron and I nodded.
    The three men entered the apartment, and a light came on. We saw a modest to poor living room with a folding divider between it and the kitchen. There were several rips in the couch and obvious damage to the walls.
    â€œGreg, lift up your shirt. Those are blood packets. When you go to stab him with the fake knife, he’ll smack the packets releasing the fake blood.” Toliver smiled as the camera panned to Greg’s lean six-pack.
    â€œThat’s fantastic,” Bienvenue said with a lilt in his voice. I believe he was one step away from a having a lisp.
    â€œI try to give my customers their money’s worth. There’re condoms on the table. This won’t happen unless you use one.” Toliver let out a burp as Bienvenue’s camera turned to the stack of