C18 Chauncey in the shopping cart

It was dark now.

Billy pushed Chauncey in the shopping cart, his legs hanging

over the front, his head hanging over the back, looking up at Billy, still unconscious. Billy was now wearing a herringbone suit and blue silk shirt, along with a pair of brown loafers with tassels on the front.

In the course of changing clothes, Billy had to whack Chauncey twice with the Beretta to keep him quiet.

Chauncey was now dressed in Billy’s rags.

Chauncey was now wearing handcuffs.

Chauncey was now gagged with an Italian silk tie, his ankles

bound with Billy’s rope belt.

Chauncey was completely covered with an American flag. When Billy got to the Dugout, he opened the earthen door

and shoved the shopping cart inside. He pulled Chauncey out of the shopping cart and left him on the floor.

He was resting on his side. His eyes were beginning to blink. Billy considered whacking him again, but the blue silk tie would keep him quiet for now.

Chauncey came to.

He went wide-eyed with his new reality. He kicked and fought the handcuffs. He might have been shouting behind the Italian silk tie, but Billy could only hear a muffled sound. There was no one around here to listen to him anyway.

Billy squatted beside him. He looked into that handsome chis- eled face he had always admired from a distance at Eagles Fly. He wondered if Chauncey recognized him. But there was no much chance of that with his grizzled look of tangled hair and mangled beard.

“I’ll be back,” he told Chauncey, who now looked terrified.

With the Beretta now shoved in his new brown leather belt, Billy backed out the door dragging the shopping cart after him.