[pre]“No!” Claude cried, but Sadie’s father ignored him.
“Anything you say from this point on will be recorded, understand?” Claude brushed his fingers with the gun’s handle, but Sadie’s father took his own gun out and pointed at him. Then he pushed a button from the recorder. A small whirring noise came from it.
“Who are you?” Sadie’s father asked. Claude shook his head.
“This is ridiculous,” he started to say.
Sadie’s father cocked the gun. “Be direct.”
“I’m Claude.”
“Very good, Claude. Now, as you can see, I am alive. As the heir, will you give me back all of your inheritance from my estate?” Claude muttered to himself and Sadie’s father raised the gun. “Be direct. It is a yes or no question.”
Claude panicked. “Yes,” he said. “But on one condition!”
“And what would that be?”
“I want the freak.”
He just laughed. “No, I won’t play that game. You give me what you have left of my inheritance and I let you live your miserable life. Understand?”
Claude glanced at the gun Sadie’s father was holding. “Wait! I’m sure we can work out some satisfactory conclusion between the both of us.”
He sighed and cocked the gun. “Don’t make me kill you.”
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