CHAPTER 8. T-BONE
Spencer tries his hand at kidnapping.
AT THE MUSIC CONSERVATORY,
chauffeurs wait in swank vehicles for the bell to ring and little prodigies to come tumbling out. Spencer's busted bug idles suspiciously among them.
HE CALLS UP
the LEMCO National Headquarters Homepage and lifts the official image of Lemmy the Lemur. He does the same with a John Wayne Gacy fan-site, getting a good shot of that all-time champion boy-killer's self-portrait in his clown greasepaint.
THEY ARE IN
uniform blazers, school ties and cute plaid shorts.
Continued
He selects a red-headed musical prodigy
with a luscious sheen to his dimpled flesh.
He uses the time productively, tapping away at his rickety old laptop. Spencer might be a spaz with words but, loosened up with alcohol, he's not too bad with nonverbal things that glow and flash and slide when you tickle the track pad.
Spencer hits the jug another time. It gets his fingers really hopping. He's morphing the lemur and the psycho with a dead alligator and Dr. Condoleezza Rice, when the bell rings, and rich kids start tumbling out of the conservatory's grand portals.
Spencer stashes his laptop on the dash. Outmaneuvering a legit parental car, he rolls down the window and accosts a helpful young lad. This trusting little soul leans his head, shoulders and most of his torso into the death-seat window, wincing at Spencer's boozy breath.
It's his first kidnapping, so Spencer's a bit nervous. "Hello, youngster," he says. "Can you replicate to my questioning?" He tries to sound out the names on the society page. "Har-vey Co- Coven-, you know, er, Senior, he told me I should drive here and get his junior youngster on my seat with me. Right here."