“How long are we gonna be stuck in here?”
Parker bent his head back and asked loudly.
He and Mason had been trapped in the elevator
car for over twenty minutes, while the guy from maintenance tried
to diagnose the problem.
“Uh, I can’t find out what’s wrong. I called
the elevator engineers.”
“And?”
“They’re not sure, either.”
“Jesus Christ,” Parker muttered.
“They said they’d send someone out.”
“How long’s that gonna take?”
“Uh, well, could be a couple hours.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” Parker slammed his
fist into the metal wall of the elevator car.
“No, Parker! No!” Mason screamed. In
that instant he was transported back thirteen years. Unwelcome
images of Parker slamming his fist into his locker and shouting
those self-same words echoed round Mason’s head. He began to
tremble violently, as mental flashbacks of his beating at the hands
of the football team crowded his mind.
Parker spun to face Mason. “What? How come