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"I'm sure. Let the others know. I'll keep to the schedule that we worked out. "
"Roger that. "
Finn hung up, and so did I. Now all that was left to do was wait and see exactly when Grimes would strike.
The men eventually finished their meal, paid up, and left. They didn't say anything to me, and they didn't approach me at the cash register, instead leaving more than enough money on the table to cover what they'd ordered.
I dropped the change into the tip jar for the waitstaff to share.
But apparently, Grimes wasn't content simply to know where I was, because not ten minutes
after the first pair of fake cowboys had left the Pork Pit, another set took their place. Same starched shirts, same creased jeans, same spotless boots. Their clothes were an exact match for the ones worn by the first set, and these two followed the same routine. Ordering lots of food, lingering over everything, not paying up until two hours later.
After they finally left, a third pair came in ten minutes later, just like clockwork, to rinse and repeat the whole process yet again.
Well, Grimes was definitely thorough. I'd give him that. He'd managed to keep at least two sets of eyes on me most of the day. I wondered if he really thought that I was stupid enough to lead him to Sophia and Jo-Jo and that I hadn't anticipated that he'd come after me in the first place.
"People sure must be hungry today," catalina Vasquez, one of my waitresses, remarked as she grabbed a pitcher of water from the counter behind me. "Because those guys who just came in ordered a truckload of food. That's the third table that I've waited on today that's wanted practically everything on the menu. "
"Must be the heat," I drawled. "Nothing works up people's appetites quite like being in the great outdoors, hiking up and down mountains, digging graves, things like that. "
catalina completely missed the sarcasm in my words.
She gave me a puzzled look, like I was spouting nonsense.
Perhaps the gravedigging remark had been a little over the top. But after a moment, she shrugged and went over to refill the watchers' water glasses.
I turned another page in my book, completely unconcerned by the sly, angry glares coming my way - and the violence that was sure to follow before the day was done.
I followed my usual routines, and the hours slipped by until it was finally time for me to close down the restaurant for the night. After catalina and the rest of the waitstaff went out the back, I locked the door behind them, then headed into the storefront to turn off all of the appliances.
When everything was shut down, I flipped off the lights, went out through the front door, and locked that one behind me too. Then I stuck my hands into my jeans pockets, whistled a jaunty tune, and slowly ambled to the next block over, where I'd parked my car on the street.
The Pork Pit wasn't all that far away from Southtown, the part of Ashland that was home to hookers, pimps, gangbangers, and other desperate, dangerous folks. Two vampire hookers had left their usual hunting grounds a few blocks away and had wandered over, trolling for customers. Sequined tube tops barely covered their breasts, while skirts that were all of six inches long clung to the tops of their thighs. They were wearing even less than usual, given the stifling heat.
The two hookers I passed gave me respectful nods and made sure to stay out of my way. Even their pimp, who was lurking behind a Dumpster in the alley, hunched down more at my appearance. Word had spread on this block and the surrounding ones about who I was and just how very dead I could make you.
Everyone else's deference to me made the two idiots following me stick out that much more.
It was the two men who'd come into the restaurant first today, still wearing their pearl-button shirts, jeans, and cowboy boots. They walked about fifty feet behind me. Since it was after seven, all of the commuters had left downtown for their nightly schlep out to the suburbs, and there wasn't that much foot traffic on the sidewalk or many vehicles coasting down the street.
Well, except for the two vampire hookers and the drivers who slowed down to ogle them. One man gave an appreciative toot-toot of his car horn. The hookers cocked their hips to the side and waved at him, inviting him to come get a closer look at everything they had to offer.
Other than that limited action, the area was largely deserted, and I'd have had to be blind not to realize how interested the two cowboys were in little ole me. Maybe Grimes hadn't trained his boys as well as I'd thought. Or maybe he was scraping the bottom of the barrel, given how many I'd killed at the camp.
Either way, I reached my car, got inside, cranked the engine, and drove away. I looked in the rearview mirror.
The two men were hoofing it over to their own car, which was parked at the very end of the block. So I slowed down and stopped at the light, even though I could have easily coasted right on through it. I didn't want the idiots to lose track of me. It might take them hours to find me again, and that just wouldn't do, especially since I wanted Grimes dead before the sun set.
By the time the light changed, the men were pulling away from the curb and zooming up the street behind me. I went through the intersection, then drove over to Fletcher's house as though I didn't have a care in the world - and didn't realize that someone was following me.
And they did a piss-poor job of it too. Instead of hanging back at a safe distance, the men raced up until they were right on my rear bumper, then abruptly backed off.
When they realized that they'd dropped too far behind and were in danger of losing me in the downtown loop, they roared right back up on my bumper again. And it was rinse and repeat, rinse and repeat, all the way over to Fletcher's house. I rolled my eyes. Good help truly was hard to find.
But I made it home without them rear-ending me
and turned into the driveway. I took my foot off the gas, coasting forward, but the men didn't veer onto the path behind me like I thought they might. Instead, they drove right on past the entrance, as though they were going somewhere else entirely.
