Chapter 39

They opened another door and Mr. Chaps smiled broadly. “You’ll love that room,” he said. “But it’s made for three. Just lemme know and I’ll be happy to join you.”

When they entered the room, Doyle quickly saw what Mr. Chaps meant. In the middle of the room stood a small-scale version of a sling. This one was made so that the person reclining or in a prone position was able to get attention from two men at once.

“What the hell is that?” Kord’s voice was low and deep.

“It’s the reason the guy in chaps said this is a playroom for three. That device is a spit roaster. Do I need to spell it out or can you imagine how it works?”

Kord was silent a few seconds.

“I…I can guess and, no, I don’t need to know if I’m right or wrong.”

They both stared at the spit roast device, for a moment, Doyle wondering what was going through Kord’s mind.

“Had enough?” Doyle asked as his own vision of using the spit roaster faded.

“Do you need to ask?” Kord turned and walked out the door.