Well at least he wasn't hungry, he thought.Well at least he wasn't hungry, he thought. He started down the street that he'd driven along hours earlier with Mr. Baker. It was a long way to the freeway, though it hadn't seemed far earlier that afternoon. It hurt inside his body as he walked. The sensitive tissue of his rectum ached with each slow step. He was nearly out of sight of the hotel when he passed a telephone booth. He looked at it thoughtfully, knowing that he should call. His phone call might save Mr. Baker's life and he owed the man that if nothing else. He opened the door and looked inside. The phone booth had been badly torn up and it stank of sale urine but the telephone was still there. He picked up the receiver and punched in 9-1-1 "Hello, 911 emergency. |