Mort walked out and up the ten large steps to the three story mansion. He looked to the left for a door bell, but instead found a long silver cord with a gold ball on the end. He pulled at it and soon the door opened to reveal a shriveled old man dressed in the best tuxedo Mort had seen in several years.
"Miss Edington will see you in the study sir, I will direct you." the old man moved slowly away from the door.
Mort entered the house, taking in the marble floors, the long staircase in the center, the chandelier filled with diamonds and the stained glass windows; Mort was led to a room two doors from the middle of the room. The butler shut the door behind him, leaving him alone yet again. The room was the size of six normal rooms with books that lined the shelves, a ladder that slid along the walls, a second story where one could sit and read and of course then there was the other furniture.
A narrow desk sat near the door, neatly arranged and there were no papers sitting on the top of it. Mort took a seat on one of the couches facing a brick fireplace. He didn't have to wait long for his wife, Cynthia came entering the room in a long white gown, her skin was soft and pale. He remembered loving the way she walked. She noticed him staring and smiled briefly.
"So, where's my money?" Cynthia asked smartly.
"What...No hello, how are you, what have you been up to lately? Thanks I'm fine, its taken me three years to get back on my feet and you ask me about money?" Mort replied coldly.
"I'm sorry, but you still owe me eight hundred dollars from our divorce." Cynthia answered.
"Do you have a electric funds transfer device?" Mort asked as he eyed her body once again.
Cynthia leaned over and whispered, "I'll show you in the other room...follow me." She got up and started walking to a wall of books.
"That's not the way we came in?" Mort started.
"This house is full of surprises." She replied as she pulled on a book and opened a hidden passageway. She motioned him to come and he reluctantly got up...If he was ever going to get out of this he needed a clear head and needed to pay off this debt. He followed her through the passageway and into a hallway leading to another room. He glanced at the floor and it was pure metal. "Why is the floor metal?" he thought.
"That's odd, why are their metal floors in a house this old?" Mort asked out loud. Cynthia stopped at the other door waiting for him to catch up.
"Right through here." Cynthia answered slowly. She opened up the door which led into darkness. Mort didn't have time to move, four pairs of arms grabbed him and slung him into the dark room. Mort thought he got his bearings peering up at the four figures in the room. Before anything could happen though he was shoved into a large metal box. He could feel bruises starting to form, "Let me out of here!" He slammed the sides of the box and soon was wearing himself out by pushing and banging around. He sniffed the air, gas was filtering into his "cell" of a box. 'What was Cynthia planning? What would Vespa do when he didn't come out? Would she come looking for him?' Mort thought.
"Cynthia! No matter where you go, I'll find you and I'll find out what you've done, I swear it!." Then Mort passed out onto the cold metal floor.
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