“What do you want?”

Lew had walked into this place somewhere in Dante’s Inferno. He wanted to get out. He wanted his dead wife back. He didn’t want to face his nightmares. And now he had a new nightmare of pit bulls, helpless hogs, the smell of blood, the stifling heat of the barn and the faces of the people. There was a sadness to what he had seen, but then Lew sensed some level of sadness, loneliness, loss in almost every face he saw.

“I said, ‘What do you want?’” Borg shouted.

“To go back to Sarasota.”

Borg punched him in the stomach. Lew winced as little as possible and didn’t double over. This had happened to him before. It was part of the risk of being a process server.

Almost everyone had left the barn, except for the twins, who were now standing behind Borg.

“Trouble?” asked one of them.

Borg grabbed Lew’s shoulders and slammed the back of his head against the wall. Lew didn’t react. Borg’s hands were shaking.

“No trouble,” said Borg, standing back.

He turned Lew around and shoved him over a row of chairs. One of the chairs magically folded, spun over and landed on Lew’s legs.

“You want us to-?” asked the twin in black.

“No,” said Borg, looking down at Lew.

Something changed. For an instant Borg looked exhausted. He was breathing hard.

“Help him up,” said Borg with a sigh, putting the papers in his pocket.

The twins moved forward, shoved the folding chair away and helped Lew up. Both twins smelled of tobacco and frightened animals. Lew threw up, not much. They had to back away to keep from getting it on them. Lew wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, managed to walk back to Borg and said, “You’ve been served. Two witnesses. I’ll need their names.”