Matt Reilly Stories
“CELL - NIGHT NEIL CALLAWAY -- 34, handsome, but roughed-up, with bruises on his face -- sits tied to a chair.
An evil-looking BALD MAN crouches before him, rifling through A LEATHER BAG. He looks up at Callaway as he extracts A SMALL CIRCULAR TAPE REEL (from a reel-to-reel tape player) from the bag. He smiles thinly at Callaway.
CALLAWAY The paper will come looking for me.
The bald man stands. Moves over to a table. On the table is A S...TEEL CASE. The bald man pulls A SYRINGE from it.
BALD MAN No they won’t, Mr Callaway.
CALLAWAY What about Danny -- BALD MAN He is already dead, Mr Callaway.
Callaway sighs, winces.
BALD MAN No. I am afraid that you have seen -- and heard -- just a little too much.
May you rest in peace.
The syringe goes into Callaway’s immobilised arm. Callaway watches -- terrified -- as the bald man depresses the plunger.MoreLess
An evil-looking BALD MAN crouches before him, rifling through A LEATHER BAG. He looks up at Callaway as he extracts A SMALL CIRCULAR TAPE REEL (from a reel-to-reel tape player) from the bag. He smiles thinly at Callaway.
CALLAWAY The paper will come looking for me.
The bald man stands. Moves over to a table. On the table is A S...TEEL CASE. The bald man pulls A SYRINGE from it.
BALD MAN No they won’t, Mr Callaway.
CALLAWAY What about Danny -- BALD MAN He is already dead, Mr Callaway.
Callaway sighs, winces.
BALD MAN No. I am afraid that you have seen -- and heard -- just a little too much.
May you rest in peace.
The syringe goes into Callaway’s immobilised arm. Callaway watches -- terrified -- as the bald man depresses the plunger.MoreLess
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