The Hanging Hill

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During a short rehearsal break, Reginald Grimes huddled in a corner of the room with Hakeem.

They spoke in hushed, tense whispers.

“I’ve been thinking about tonight. What do we do about the mothers?”

“I have an idea,” said Hakeem. “The stage will be empty tonight, yes?”

“Yes. It’s Monday. We’re dark. No performances at all.”

“Good. We can hold them there.”

“Where?”

“Do not worry,” said Hakeem. “Jamal and Badir will handle it. But tell me: Who else is residing in the bedrooms upstairs besides the Stone and McKenna families?”

“The playwright and her son. The boy with the glasses.”

Hakeem nodded thoughtfully. “Invite them to your party.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. The playwright must be detained with the other women.”

“And the boy?”

“He will be dealt with.”