This week we get back to the story of Frank MacGuiness, aka the infamous Dr. Necropolis, now an escapee from Sing Sing prison. I’m excited because when I started this story, this was the chapter that I outlined first. It’s taken eleven chapters to set the idea up, but now--finally--it’s almost time for sex, violence, and utter mayhem.
If you want to start the story from the beginning, click on the Sketch in My Notebook tab. You’ll find it there.
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The Return of Dr. Necropolis
Chapter 11: Safehouse
Frank was down for three full days with a fever. He was lucky, he knew, because he’d managed to get all the way to his old Mott Haven safehouse before the fever laid him out, giving him a chance to ditch the ambulance and its drivers on a North Bronx side-street and then catch a subway line south. The subway ride had been a misery, but he’d managed, and anyway, his obvious illness had at least kept other passengers from looking at him too closely. Since then, he’d lain flat on his back in utter misery, shivering while his body fought itself and surviving on a diet of ten-year-old ramen noodles and cans of vegetable soup he’d put away against just such emergencies back in better times. His dreams were fevered and confused, haunted by memories of Jaynie and prison. Images of his cell in Sing Sing mixed with the Hell of swimming the Hudson River at midnight in late fall. Thoughts of Jaynie interspersed with those of the Owl or Scott-fucking-Grossman. Orange jumpsuits and black lace. Handcuffs and beatings. Pain and heartbreak.