Mrs. Jones tried to get up, but Cas pushed her back down on the chair. “Meg, why don’t wewe go check the car? I’m sure there’s some useful stuff in there”
“Be right back” Meg smiled and she went away.
“You don’t have to do this” Mrs. Jones insisted. “You can take your girl and leave and we can all pretend wewe were never here”
“You like to pretend, don’t you?” Cas noted. He heard the door close and Meg running back into the kitchen, holding up ropes.
“Is this useful?” she smirked. Cas nodded with his head and Meg walked to him.
“Tie her hands to the arm-rests” Cas ordered and Meg did what he said. When Mrs. Jones was tied onto her chair Cas pulled two chairs, one for Meg, one for himself and they both sat down. “When is your son coming home, Mrs. Jones?” Cas asked polite.
Mrs. Jones pressed her lips tightly. Whatever these two psycho’s were going to do with her, she was not putting Jerrick in any jeopardy.
“Mrs. Jones, it’s really the best if wewe just answer the question” Meg advised the woman. Mrs. Jones looked up, hate burning in her eyes and she spat in Meg’s face. As Meg wiped the spit off her face, Cas jumped up and slapped Mrs. Jones in the face, making her head turn sideward.
“That wasn’t nice, was it? What happened to your hospitality, Mrs. Jones?” Cas asked in a calm voice, though it took him some effort. “Maybe we should set up a few rules. When we ask wewe a question, wewe answer it. No insulting actions. Am I clear?”
Mrs. Jones nodded and Cas smiled.
“I knew wewe were a smart woman” he said. “Now, when does your son get home? See, I realize wewe don’t mind me beating wewe black and blue, but if wewe don’t give me the answer Meg is going to be really pissed and she will feel obligated to elaborate on your son”
Mrs. Jones looked up scared. “No. Leave him out of this. He’s got nothing to do with this” she begged, her eyes getting wet.
“He has everything to do with this” Cas replied soft. “ wewe involved him kwa testifying that I-how was it again? Oh, I remember-had my hands all over him. Look, Mrs. Jones, I would never hurt a child. So wewe just tell us when and where to pick up Jerrick and that’s that. We won’t hurt him. It’s not his fault his mother is a lying bitch, now is it?”
“Do wewe promise my son will be left unharmed?” she asked putting accent to every word.
“Mrs. Jones, unlike wewe I’m very well capable of keeping my word” Cas responded. He looked at Meg. “Could wewe find me a piece of paper and a pen?”
Meg stood up and searched the drawers, until she found the utensils Cas required. She gave them to Cas who put the pen in Mrs. Jones right hand.
“You’re going to write a note, giving Meg permission to pick up Jerrick”