Tommy Nightmare (Jenny Pox #2) Read Online Free PDF Page A

could imagine a lot of things he might do to her—he'd
been in prison almost a year—but those weren't the main things that
interested him. There was a lot more going on here. A mystery. He
could feel things about that girl.
    He tried to shake off the feeling. Stupid. He
was just caged up and horny, and that was all.
    “Thanks for having me, Mr. O'Flannery,”
Ashleigh said at the end of the show. Then she smiled, and then she
was gone.
     
     
    Over the next few weeks, Tommy tried to push
down his thoughts about the girl from the TV. He couldn't win: he
kept catching himself daydreaming about her while he worked in the
prison's cannery. She filled up his dreams, and he awoke hot,
sweaty, and more miserable than he’d ever felt.
    Tommy put together his plan. He had to be
careful—he'd learned that the hard way, after he robbed that
convenience store and the cops had taken him down with Tasers.
Fucking shocking you to the ground from ten feet away, out of
reach—that wasn't fair, in his book.
    Tommy had found that if he could just get his
hand on a cop for a moment, he could usually intimidate the cop
into letting him go. He'd used that trick more times than he could
remember. But if they were going to stay out of reach and zap him
into a vegetable with electric wires, his special fear-inducing
touch didn't have much room to play.
    He made his move after lunch, on the way out
of the cafeteria. Vinner was walking alongside him, jabbering away
about his meth-addicted pregnant sister. As they passed a pair of
guards, Tommy turned and punched Vinner in the face. Vinner went
down, bleeding from his nose and lip.
    The two guards grabbed Tommy and hit him a
few times, and Tommy went slack and fell on the floor, pretending
to be semiconscious and groaning in pain.
    “Good night, you crazy bastard,” one of the
guards crowed.
    “Let’s put this prick in the Hole,” the other
said.
    They each took one of Tommy’s wrists and
dragged him away from the cafeteria. He could feel them shivering a
little, as his touch began to work its magic.
    When they dragged him into a side corridor,
Tommy seized their wrists.
    He didn’t take any chances. Tommy’s touch
always made people afraid, whether he wanted to or not, but
sometimes he could focus and make it really powerful, terrifying
people out of their minds. He imagined pushing it out through his
hands, pumping the guards full of fear.
    The guards’ arm hairs stood on end, and one
of them gasped. They released Tommy and he fell to the floor. Tommy
jumped to his feet and seized their hands again, not wanting to
lose his moment. He pushed the fear as hard as he could.
    “I’m leaving,” Tommy hissed. “And you two are
helping me.”
    “Okay, okay!” One of the guards was nodding
as fast as a bobble-headed doll. “Whatever you want.”
    “Don’t hurt me,” the other guard pleaded.
They both wore expressions like terrified little boys, and Tommy
tried not to smile.
    “You do what I say from here on,” Tommy said.
“Understand?”
    They understood.
     
     
    Tommy left the prison in the trunk of a
guard’s car. As Tommy instructed, the guard took him all the way to
Baton Rouge. The guard also visited an ATM, emptied his checking
account, and gave the cash to Tommy.
    Tommy shook the guard’s hand before the guard
got back in his car. He squeezed tight, and stared the shuddering
man in the eyes.
    “You won’t remember anything,” Tommy said.
“You won’t tell anyone where you brought me. You’re going to forget
all about our adventure.”
    “Yeah, of course, of course,” the guard said.
He looked on the verge of tears. His voice came out small and
squeaky. “Whatever you want me to do.”
    “Go home and forget about me.”
    Tommy stood on the side of the boulevard and
watched the prison guard drive away. Part of him couldn’t believe
he’d pulled it off. Another part of him was beginning to feel like
a real idiot for sitting in prison this long.
    South Carolina