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Overall, I think the meeting with Alverez went well. We ate his-food-then as soon as we were no longer in their sight, we pulled off the side of the road, and all four of us made ourselves puke. We stood there until we were dry heaving.
We’re at a truck stop cleaning up. I’m dressed, pacing the lot, waiting on the others trying to call Toney again. I still haven’t heard anything from her. I know she had a complicated surgery. Finn let me know when he arrived. I just was hoping to hear anything, a smiley face. Something.
While I’m waiting on everyone, I click my comm back in.
“Hey, Del, you there?”
It takes a second, but she kicks in. “Hey, you guys okay? I had to step away. I almost lost my supper listening to you guys. I mean, you could have kicked out before puking your guts up. Has the rain started where you are? Where are you anyhow? I thought you’d be here by now. We could use the hands. It’s a bit—messy—here at the moment.”
“About an hour from Doc now. You’d have puked too! My stomach still isn’t fucking right. How’s my girl? I’m going to have them drop me off, and I’ll ride back with Doc and Finn.”
“Occupied, at the moment. Askin’ for her Da and Nee-Nee. Oh, speaking of Da, there’s a difference in Da and da fuck. She’s added a bit of an h at the end when she’s lookin’ for you. The other is literally her mimicking your the fuck mantra.” She laughs. “Do you see what you’ve reduced me to? Figuring out the linguistics of a toddler.”
“I would have traded you spots in a fucking heartbeat.”
“Yeah, I don’t think so. I’d have been dead cause there ain’t no way I was eating my father. That’s just wrong. I may not have many lines, but that is a hard limit.”
“I didn’t eat, Calen. I had the red beans and brains. Which fucking Em asked for! She’s lucky I didn’t bring her some back with me. Next time she opens her mouth, she better watch what the fuck comes out of it. Sister or not, I took one for the mother fucking team, and she owes me big fucking time.”
“I love you!” I hear Em laughing like a fucking hyena in the background. “Go get the Doc, Crux may need stitches, and you all complained about my suture skills.”
“Cause you ain’t got no fucking tact. You stick the damn needle in and don’t let us get drunk first. That shit fucking hurts.”
“Booze makes it bleed more. Lachlan would back me up if he were here, but he’s apparently on clean up with a few other guys.”
“I want numbers when I get home. Get Ains to put my girl to bed. We’ll be home soon.” I watch Sully walk toward me. Drysten is probably still trying to get shit out of his hair, and I don’t have a fucking clue what Monroe is doing. “I want to get this fucking show on the road. What the fuck are they doing?”
“Hey, Saint? Should I call Nevada? Am I still going out there in August with everything that has happened?” Delia asks offhandedly.
“I don’t know yet. How about we get through this week before worrying about three months away.”
“Yeah, okay. I’ll talk to Ains and see you soon.”
Sully waits for me to stop talking to my ears, then looks back over his shoulder. “Roe’s macking on some girl, and Drystan is grabbing food. How he can even think to eat.” He holds his stomach and gives a little shudder.
“I won’t be eating, that’s for fucking sure. Have you heard from Finn? Since earlier, I mean. He was texting, but now he’s not answering.”
Sully shakes his head. “I uh—we don’t text.” He looks down. “I like the kid, but he’s just that—a kid, and it wouldn’t be appropriate, ya know?”
“He’ll be eighteen in a couple of months. If it’s consensual, ain’t nobody gonna say shit. If they do, I’ll have their ass, you know that. Even pissed off at you, I wouldn’t let someone come at you for that. If that’s something you and he want, you should pursue it. The kid seems to like you based on the blush on his face when I commented about y’all fucking. I’ve seen you around. You have feelings. It’s time to come out of that proverbial closet, brother.”
He clears his throat but won’t look at me. He’s struggled with being gay for a long time, and I know it’s because Calan was a homophobic son of a bitch. He was always cracking really fucked up jokes and making remarks about people. Callin’ them pansy asses and fags when they wouldn’t sac up. It made things hard for Sully since many of our other patches were just as bad. Though I think the heard has just been culled considerably. His head nods, but he just walks away. Before I can call at him, I see Drystan with a hot dog in each hand, and Roe has a shit-eating grin.
“Fucking finally! I’m driving. Get in or get left!”
***
Pulling up to Doc’s office, the lights are dim, but her jeep is still here. There’s also a Benz. I’m sure the Benz was the kid. It’s the nondescript black car that has my hackles raised.
“Delia, I need you right fucking now.”
“I’m here,” Del answers right away. “What’s wrong?”
“I need you to run a plate for me. Six, Xena, Sully, Alpha, Five, Five, LaLa. Let me know who rented this car.” I look behind me. “Has the stash in here been refilled? I could be wrong, but my spidey senses are going off.”
“Fuuckk.” Monroe drops his head back with a holler. “First we’re shot at, then Em almost goes splat, we had to eat people like some soylent green shit, and now—now— what the fuck else? Locusts? Frogs? For fuck’s sake, can’t we catch a break? Who broke the fucking mirror?”
