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“I pay when I’m done,” he said.
“No, you won’t,” I answered. “I’ll leave.”
He got up off the bed, put his hand against the door. He was a real big stocky guy. And he pulled a knife from a sheath be hind his back. A Rambo knife. He stuck it to my throat.
“ You’re not getting out of this room,” he said.
I was sweating, thinking, “I’ve got a real lunatic on my hands.” He told me he‘d been up on speed for days. I cased the room and saw Uzi machine guns. Sawed–off shotguns. Everything. He made me pull my clothes off and do the trick. I was shaking the whole time, kinda crying. When he got off, he fell back on the bed, dazed, real tired. Finally. He said, “Look, my kids love me. But my wife hates me,” and I ran out of the room into the motel parking lot. Buck naked.
My trick phones ring constantly. “This is Joe, Sammy. Jose, Doug, Bill, Johnny.” they say. “Remember me?” I’ll say no, and they get real insulted. But the names just mean nothing. Every voice sounds the same. “Hi, this is Randy, Craig, Malcolm, Bobby.”
“Who?” I’ll say.
“I can’t believe you don’t remember!”
When Mark Reeves called me again, it was August 1985. I didn‘t know it, but the Dapper Bandit had had a successful spring and summer. He later confessed to five robberies in 1985, including $17,000 from Houston’s Allied Bank in April, $67,000 from the Arlington State Bank in May, $23,000 from Dallas’ Swiss Avenue Bank, and a smaller amount from the Medallion National. But when he called me again, I didn’t know him from the thousands of other voices on the telephone.
“Do you remember me?” he asked.
Right, Jack.
He called at ten every night for two weeks before I finally went to see him. I was still working my tricks out of my parents‘ home. They were still happy about it. Better hooking than shooting. I was tricking like a madwoman, saving up to buy a house. That was my dream: to own my own home. I had my trick phone, but Mark always called on my parents‘ line. They would be watching Johnny Carson, and my dad would say, “It’s that Mark guy, and he’s drunk again.” But I was always too busy to see him. Finally I thought, “Better go see this Mark guy, get him out of the way.” On the phone he told me that I hadn’t seen him for a while. He gave me an address on Slopes Drive, and I said, “I don’t know you. I remember addresses, and I’ve never been to this one before.” He said he had moved.
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