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“She was. Found out the defensive line had a ritual where they liked to bang girls together. No one else ever admitted to being raped, though I suspect they didn’t want to tell the truth.”
“How did you do it?”
“I asked a lot of questions, flirted my way into the parties, and watched.”
“What happened to the guys?”
“They didn’t get what they deserved, unfortunately. All plead guilty so they could get lesser charges. They’re all out now, being assholes in the world. But the girl moved on and last I knew she married with kids living in California.”
“My goodness, Bridget, did you get one to confess?”
“Not exactly. I got invited to the bang session and when I went, I got them on tape. Wrote a whole expose about it in the paper. So not popular after that.”
“Did you have sex with them?”
“Nope, it didn’t get that far. The guys were so bloody drunk. So, not that hard to get them talking.”
“What will you do after you get your revenge?”
“I don’t know, honestly. I’ve not been able to think past that since she died,” I admitted.
“Will you and Loki ride off into the sunset together?” Piotr smirked at me.
“I doubt it. It’s been a pleasant distraction. I was engaged before coming to New Orleans and that’s over, but I’m not sure I’m in any hurry to get serious with anyone.”
He gave me a knowing smile, but didn’t comment further. It relieved me.
Chapter 24
Loki
The drive to Hope, Arkansas, had been uneventful. Kane found the site we were going to raid well before we crossed the Louisiana border. It was 4 am and the only sounds were the crickets in the darkness beyond. A 6ft chain-link fence was in front of us, our headlights showing particles in the rays that bounced off the forest in front of us. We had to walk about a mile before we expected to find some outbuildings. The plans Kane could find showed a large compound of about 20 acres. We’d selected a western access point near a cluster of buildings, which we hoped were for storage. There was a large house and another set of buildings to the north of the property, which seemed logical for the living quarters.
Bones had his laptop and hotspot on the hood of the SUV and was coordinating with Kane, who was attempting to hack into their security system. With luck, we’d been able to cut through the fencing with our bolt cutters with no one knowing. We wanted to locate the crates first and felt confident we could hot wire one of their vehicles to load them up and drive them out of there. These assholes would not live long enough to retaliate. This bitch was going to burn to the ground. A clear message needed to be cast out that the Valhalla Heathens were not to be crossed.
The red laser light cut off before our eyes and I clapped Bones on the back. Whiskey and Taz went to work on the fence and opening a big enough hole for us to get through with our weapons. Roar was the first one threw as we all moved to follow him. Roar had a buddy who could get contraband supplies, and we had the latest night vision goggles. Boa was the last one through the fence. The only sounds around us were the occasional branch cracking from our steps and the night noises from whatever creature was about. A half-moon cascaded down, and the stars shone brightly, with no light pollution to mar their brilliance. The surrounding area looked dark red through our lenses.
I’m not sure how much time elapsed before we came out of the trees to a clearing with an extensive building sitting dark. There was an old pickup truck sitting right beside it. Boa came around us all and got a kit out of his backpack. He planned to pick the lock. As we waited, the sound of barking called out in the distance. Ah shit, it sounded like these assholes had over one dog.
Roar said, voice low, “I’ve got my tranq gun. Let me handle the dogs,”
I never got to have a pet as a kid, but I didn’t want dead dogs on my conscience, so it relieved me Roar thought of it. I know his cousin was a breeder. Boa opened the door 30 seconds later, and the rest of us filled in behind him. The building was a big cavernous space with rows of crates and other boxes.
“Fuck, these dickheads have a lot of shit in here,” Whiskey groaned.
“Fan out, we don’t have a lot of time,” Bones said.
We each roamed the space. A sharp whine echoed outside and a few seconds later, another one. The door opened and Roar came in, putting his gun in the holster resting on the side of his thigh.
“Two rottweilers. The size of them, I estimate we have about an hour before they wake up.”
As I scanned the rows of shelves, I realized there were many canned products, green beans, beans, corn, you name it and they seemed to have it. On another shelf there were dry goods like rice and flour.
“These rednecks are getting ready for the zombie apocalypse,” Whiskey said from across the room. I walked over to where he was and saw another set of shelves with more food.
“Is there another outbuilding on this end of the property?” I asked, getting worried we missed something.
The unmistakable sound of a vehicle was somewhere close.
