Chapter 34 Chapter Thirty-Four

Bagir smiled again. "I can't find any records of murders," Benton told him, "but a mother and daughter disappeared from a Christmas store two years ago." "Didn't I tell you?" Bagir said with a smile. "You didn't mention anyone missing or a girl." "They wouldn't give me the letter." "I'm already looking it up, Bagir." "You said you wanted to check it a week ago. I want my letter, and I want it today. After I disagreed with that matter, they refused to give me the letter." "You're mad at Geoff and calling him Uncle Lem."

"I haven't received letters since. I think he spat in my meal. I want all my letters, old ones that have been detained for a month. Then you want to change my cell." "I can't do that, Bagir, it's for your own good. I promise you will have your letter by tonight." "Give it to me now, or you won't be able to talk to me about Christmas shops anymore. I'm getting a little tired of your little science experiment." "I only found one Christmas shop, on the beach in Las Olas," said Benton. "On the fourteenth of July, Flory Quincy and her seventeen-year-old daughter, Helen, went missing. Do you know anything about it?" Do you have an impression, Bagir?"

"I'm not very good at remembering names." "Describe your impression of a Christmas store, Bagir." "Glowing Christmas trees, little trains, baubles everywhere," he lost his smile, "I told you all. Now I want to know what you found in my head. You saw images of them ?” He pointed to his head, “You can see everything you want. Don’t waste my time, just give me the letter!” "I already promised you, didn't I?" "There's a trunk in the storeroom over there, you know, a big, heavy trunk. I want her to open it, and inside is some German-made knick-knacks she's collected in painted wooden boxes. Goodies, Candy House, Snoopy and Little Red Riding Hood and stuff. She locked them up because they were expensive. I said, 'What's the use? Just steal the whole box. You really think you're on Locks to prevent them from being stolen?'”

He fell silent suddenly, staring blankly at the cinder-block wall. "What else did you talk to her about before you killed her?" "I said to her: 'You're fucked, bitch.'" "When did you talk to her about that box in the shop?" "I don't." "Didn't you just say..." "I didn't say I talked to her," Bagir said impatiently. "I need medicine. Why don't you give me some medicine? I can't sleep, I can't calm down. Sometimes I just want to have a hole." Drilling, then getting depressed again, can't get out of bed. I want my letter."

"How many times a day do you masturbate?" Benton asked. "Six or seven times, sometimes ten." "More than usual." "And talk to you like I did last night, and that's my day. Laying in bed all day except peeing, hardly eating, and not bothering to shower. I know where she is," and then he said, "Here I believe." "Ms. Quincy?" "I'm already here," Bagir said, leaning back in his chair, "what else is there to worry about? What can attract me to do what you say? A little favor, a little favor. I want My letter."

Benton got up, opened the door and went out.He told Geoff to go to the mail room and find Bagir's letter.From the look on the prison guard's face it was clear that he was very clear about Bagir's letter and was very reluctant to do anything to please this man.It might be true, it seemed, that he did not take the letter to Bagir. "Do me a favor, please," Benton said to Geoff, their eyes meeting. "It's very important." Geoff nodded and walked away.Benton closed the door again and sat back at the table. Fifteen minutes later, Benton and Bagir finished their conversation.It's all nonsense full of lies and scheming.Benton was very annoyed, but didn't show it.He was relieved to see Geoff.

"I'll put your mail on your bed." Geoff looked at Bagir coldly at the door and said. "You better not steal my magazine." "Damn it, who's interested in your fishing magazines. Sorry, Dr. Wesley." Then he said to Bagir, "Four in all, and they're all in your bed." Bagir casts an imaginary fishing rod. "The one that got away," he said, "was always the biggest one. My father used to take me fishing when I was a kid, and the rest of the time he was busy beating my mother." "I'm warning you," said Geoff, "I'm warning you in Dr. Wesley's presence, if you mess with me, Jenrett, you're going to have more trouble than not getting letters and fishing magazines. "

"Look, let me tell you," Bagir said to Benton, "they keep bullying me."