After the Apocalypse
Chapter 93: Profitable Exchange
by Mark Bollman--> and Steve Donohue
"Excuse me Deacon, but there's a Mr. Zaluski here to see you."
"Zaluski? Isn't he one of those horrible militia types? Send him away, I've heard enough of Jameson's dogs yapping already."
"I understand sir. However, he claims to know who shot your son Nick."
At that the old mans eyes widened, then almost immediately narrowed again. He'd love to know who killed his son, but he doubted a Razor would give such information away. "Send him in, but stay close by, in sight."
"Of course you do. You're a good boy. Now show the bast... er gentleman in."
Zaluski entered the room and was a little shocked. Whateley had been a pillar of the community, it was odd to see him sitting naked in a room. He moved to sit in the chair opposite the old man. He didn't miss the meaning of the "usher" standing nearby - the old man didn't trust him. That was fine, he didn't trust the old man much either.
"I understand you have some information for me," began Whateley, seizing control of the meeting.
"I have information. Who it's for is a matter of price."
"Come, come Mister Zaluski, who else will you sell it to? There's no one left."
"True, but knowledge is power. I know who killed your son and where to find him."
"Where would that be?" Whateley cursed his own eagerness. He knew it had crept into his voice when the other man smiled.
"I have something you want, you have something I want." Zaluski paused for a moment, then continued, "Pharmaceuticals, Deacon, we need more pharmaceuticals."
"Well, depending on the quality of your information, we might be able to let you rummage around downstairs for a few minutes."
"Fair enough. I know who killed your son and where to find him and his friends. What's that worth to you?"
"Hmm. I suppose we could part with a small bag of drugs."
"Within reason of course..."
"It was one of the Boy Scouts out there in Metamora. They came in after supplies and Nick got in their way."
"A terrible thing, to have someone in your way," said Whately. "Take Mister Zaluski downstairs and see that he gets what he needs."
As the two left the room, Whateley pondered this new information. In a way, it made perfect sense. What he wasn't sure of, at least not yet, was how to proceed. He'd have to meet with the shepherds and make a decision. Tomorrow might be a very interesting day...
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