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breast pocket he took the boy ’ s driver ’ s licenses and set them on the seat beside him. He turned toward the boys and crackled the gun. The sound was loud, crisp, and frightening.
    “ What the fuck? ” said Jerrod.
    Jimmy didn ’ t say a word. He pushed the stun gun into Jerrod ’ s chest and hit the button. Jerrod ’ s head flew back, a fine mist of blood from his lip hit the roof of the car. Jimmy turned toward Tristan and repeated the shock.
    “ Jesus, Jimmy, ” said Paul. Jimmy glared at him for mentioning his name.
    The boys began to recover from the shock and Jimmy gave them each one more. He waited again for them to recover.
    “ Who lives at these addresses? ”
    Tristan spoke first. “ What addresses? ”
    Jimmy gave him a short zap with the stun gun.
    “ The address on your license, Tristan Boliaire. ”
    “ That ’ s my parent ’ s house. ” The boy ’ s voice was raspy and cracked like he had just hit puberty. 
    Jimmy looked at Jerrod. “ How ‘ bout you? You live with mommy and daddy too? ”
    Jerrod nodded, his mouth hurt too much to talk.
    “ Do either of you know where the girls were calling from? ”
    “ No, no. You didn ’ t let us answer the phone. ” Tristan ’ s answers had become whimpers.
    “ We ’ re gonna find out. We ’ re gonna find out everything. ” Jimmy reached down and gave Jerrod a long zap in the crotch.
    “ You ’ re going to kill him, ” pleaded Tristan.
    Jimmy held the stun gun up to Tristan ’ s chin. “ This won ’ t kill him. Trust me; I know what will kill him. You guys not telling me what I what to know, that ’ s what will kill him. ” Jimmy pushed the button; the shock flipped Tristan ’ s head back.
    “ Jesus, ” Paul said again. Each time the boys were shocked, he squinted and winced like he felt it. “ Hey, can I talk to you for a minute. ”
    “ Nope, ” said Jimmy. The line of questioning continued. So did the shock treatment.
     
     
    In a large two-story house in the east Sacramento neighborhood known as the Fabulous Forties, Shelly and Becky sat at the kitchen table of Shelly ’ s parent ’ s home. The house was dark and empty except for the girls in the kitchen. The large antique dining table was empty too, except for the girls huddled in one corner in front of a plastic tray with a few bright green buds, a grinder, rolling papers, and an ashtray.
    “ Why aren ’ t those assholes calling us back? ” said Becky.
    “ I don ’ t know. They ’ ll call. Open the sliding glass door, the house stinks like bud. ”
    “ They got our messages. They ’ re not calling on purpose. What the hell are they doing? Jerrod can be such a dick. ”
    “ Please, open the door; I can ’ t have it smelling like weed in here. ”
    “ Mellow out, there ’ s no one coming home. ” Becky walked across the dining room area and slid open the glass door that opened onto an expansive wood deck. “ There. ”
    “ They ’ ll call; maybe they ’ re on the way. Maybe their phones were off. ”
    “ Both their phones? I don ’ t think so. I ’ m calling those assholes again. I can ’ t believe they ’ d pick a time like this to flake. ”
    “ They ’ re not flaking. Just wait. ” Shelly twisted the grinder and tapped out the crushed marijuana onto the tray. She scooped the pot into a rolling paper and twisted it between her fingers. She handed the short, fat joint to Becky.
    “ Shit, big enough? ”
    “ There ’ s plenty. Spark it up. ”
    The girls passed the joint back and forth, taking deep pulls and pausing only to cough. Halfway though, Becky got up and walked to the kitchen and opened up the fridge.
    “ Got anything to drink? ”
    “ Yeah, there ’ s white wine in the door. Don ’ t touch my dad ’ s beer, he ’ ll kill me. ”
    Becky shrugged her shoulders and pulled out the bottle of white wine. She dug through the drawers and finally found an opener.
    “ Fuck, your parents got enough shit in here? ”
    “ My mom ’ s a