Heart Of A Spider - Season 1 - Episode 13

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Heart Of A Spider - Season 1 - Episode 13

The woman turned from the window and sat back at the desk. She picked up the second and
third page, reading the report. She reached down to scoop the next white sheet from the table.
“I believe you’re looking at case number twenty-nine. It fits Patrick’s criteria perfectly. In my professional opinion, two trips to a shopping centre will certainly and completely eradicate his
mental problem. The patient in the particular case you are reading was admitted three weeks ago.

After two, four-hour shopping trips, she has been discharged. Last week she landed her first job.
Yesterday she rang me to say thanks for everything I’ve done for her. She has her mind set on the
top position. She informed me the job comes with a company car and a six figure a year salary. By
the look in your eyes, I deduce you want to believe me. The facts speak for themselves. When you
allow my theory and not my hypothesis to run its complete course you will be able to explain to
your peers exactly what transpired in our meeting today.”

Tarskney shot the man a sterile look. “What will you obtain out of all this?”

The corners of the man’s mouth curled upwards. “I will have proven once again my theory is sound.

In time I will be a wealthy man.” He leaned forward over the desk. “I’ll be a very wealthy
man.”

Tarskney dropped her reading glasses onto the stack of papers. She took a few moments to
massage her throbbing temples.

“I hope you understand this is highly irregular. This has never happened before. Patrick has
yet to stand trial. If he escaped lives could be in grave jeopardy.”

“I’m aware of this fact. When the case eventually arrives in court, the Judge and the jury will be able to see for themselves he has made a remarkable recovery. The case will be thrown out.

When you receive a commendation you’ll feel a pat on the back. Not to mention your long awaited
promotion. The one you’ve been striving for.”
“Very well Mr. Upp. I don’t like it. However, I seem to have no choice. When did you want
the field trip to begin?”
“The earlier we start the sooner you will discover I’m correct.”
Before leaving the room Tarskney glared at the man in her office.

Upp strolled about the room waiting for her to return. A smirk creased his face. He stood
staring at a painting of a fruit bowl sitting on a table next a computer when the door opened.
“This is a release form. Sign the bottom line and you’re in charge. I must insist on some
reservations. Patrick must be back in his room at exactly two o’clock this afternoon. I repeat,
2:00pm.”

Mr. Upp nodded and quickly signed his name.
“If something goes wrong. It’s your head.”
“I assure you everything will be fine.”
“The security guard outside will escort you to Patrick’s room.”

Upp stood, dusted his pants and straightened his tie. “Thank you for your time and putting
your utmost trust in me. I never disappoint.”
He shook Tarskney’s hand, turned and walked out, closing the door in his wake. He strolled
down the brightly lit corridor, a skip in his stride; a whistle on his lips.

A tall rounded guard holding a bouquet of keys watched the male visitor walking towards
him. Before he arrived the guard stood military style.

“You must be Upp,” he growled in a stern voice.
“It’s me.”

The guard clicked his fingers.
“You have a good clicking action. I wish I could make the sound. You can’t spare a minute to
teach me?”
“No,” he blurted. “Hand over the release form.”

Upp gave him the white sheet of paper. Interlocking his fingers behind his back he watched
the guard reading the document. He started to whistle a gentle melody which quickly changed to
an upbeat.

“What are you so chipper about, mate?”
“I’m in a good mood.”
“I’m not.” The guard finished reading the form, folded the paper, stuffing it deep into his
pocket. He turned and stepped towards a glass door.

Upp followed.

“We have five hours.”
“Pardon?” questioned Upp.

The guard frowned, swiveled his head, glaring at the man walking behind him. “We have five
hours to get Patrick back here at the institution.”
“What is this, we?”

“I’ve been ordered to escort you. If you have a problem, go talk to Tarskney.”
“Good. I like the idea. It’s not exactly what I’d been hoping for, however, I’m sure a guard for
an escort will be more than a genuine witness.” Upp forced a snappy chuckle. “What is your name,
good Sir?”

“I don’t like this adventure one little bit. I don’t like you. If you insist on talking to me you
can address me as guard Burrows,” snarled the big man, bringing his face in close.

“Do you have a first name? It’s less formal. More friendly don’t you think?”
“I don’t want to be friends.”
“I thought seeing how we’re going to be partners for the next, how many hours did you say?”

“Five hours and call me guard Burrows. I like to stay distant.”

Pushing his hand out, Upp grinned.
“Pleased to meet you it will be a privilege to have an exciting character to tag along. When
we get back you can make a full report on how successful the day went. Now if you’d be kind
enough to open the door?” Upp raised an eyebrow. “I suggest you leave it open. To prove there’s no funny business. I don’t want our friendship to start off on the wrong foot.”
Burrows failed to shake the man’s hand. He snorted before inserting a purple coloured key in
the door lock. He back stepped allowing unrestricted access to the room.

Upp gave the guard a short sharp nod. A cursory smile followed before he stepped into the
small padded room. Seeing a person sitting on a mattress staring at the floor, Upp’s painted grin
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remained solid.
“Patrick?”

The man wearing casual masculine attire lifted his head. He stared at the man grinning close
to the doorway. When he spoke his voice sounded detached.
“Call me Pat.”
“My name is Mr. Upp. I have some exciting news.”
“Interesting name, has Upp one P or two?”
“Two.”
“What does Upp stand for?”
“What my name means or how it’s spelt is totally irrelevant. It’s of no consequence to you.”