Boston Fantasies

“If you know the whole story then you know I’ll have to call the state police to get the rest and I don’t think you want me to do that. What do you think I am, crazy?” Fleming walked over to him. "Sorry about this," he said, and turned Peck's right hand, with the arm still strapped to the arm of the chair, until it faced palm-up. Folger was on his way over with one of the long spikes and a ball peen hammer. Marcus' face contorted in pure horror. Fleming held the hand in place, and Folger began to pound the spike, with the hammer, through Marcus's hand and into the wooden arm of the chair, which the spike also pierced and hung out of about seven inches past the wood. "Yeah, we expect you to call your buddy," said Folger, matter-of-factly…