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Red sniggers as he follows Rocky into the house.
The trailer isn’t as bad as I thought it would be. It stinks like Crip, but with fumigation, it might be liveable. It has three bedrooms, but two are filled with shit like old tires, hedge clippers, some boxes. There’s even an artificial Christmas tree leaning up against a wall.
“Look what I found,” Red says from one of the bedrooms. He’s holding up a hula hoop.
“Jesus,” I snicker. “The things you learn about a man when you break into his house and leave a head in his bed.”
He disappears inside the room, then emerges with an ancient scrub board. “What the fuck is this?”
I roll my eyes. “This isn’t a fuckin’ garage sale, asshole. Put it back where you found it.”
I head into Crip’s bedroom. Coyote’s settin’ up the cameras and recording equipment, Rocky watching him, shuffling from foot to foot while he waits.
“Would you fucking chill, man?” I tell him. “We’re gonna get done when we’re done.”
Rocky gazes at me like I’m the asshole, then turns towards the hall. “I’m gonna go piss in Crip’s milk.”
Red comes in with a boxful of books. “Look at these,” he exclaims as he digs around. “Didn’t think the fucker could read.” He holds a book in the air. “This looks like a first edition Moby Dick.” He stuffs it into the waist of his jeans.
“Put the box back, you jackass. We ain’t a fucking book club.”
He glares at me as he carries the box out, then returns empty-handed.
I stare at him in exasperation. “Where the fuck is Dino?”
“Shit,” he mutters and leaves again. When he returns, he looks like he’s seen a ghost. “I swear I left him in the bedroom I was in, but found him in the other one.”
“So the fuck what?” I scrub my eyes. “Too much alcohol and not enough pussy. It’s fucking with your mind.”
He shakes his head as he practically throws Dino at me. “I wasn’t in that fucking room.”
“Jesus,” I say as I scramble to catch the sack. “You gonna piss your pants, don’t do it in here.”
“Crip needs a maid,” Coyote grumbles to no one as he whacks at a cobweb in the corner of the ceiling.
“Or a flame thrower,” I reply absently as I survey the room. The bed’s set up so there’s night tables on each side and it’s easy to tell that Crip sleeps on the side nearest the door. The night table has a bunch of shit on it including an overflowing ashtray. It’s good luck because I can put poor Dino on the other side where it might take Crip longer to notice him.
“Done,” Coyote says as he steps back. He turns to me. “You ready to go?”
I nod as I set Dino’s head on the pillow next to Crip’s, then draw the blanket over his face. Just some hair’s peeking out.
Coyote steps up beside me and we survey the scene. He chuckles. “This is going to be good entertainment.”
Coyote resets the alarm on our way out the door. “I’ll keep an eye on the feed tonight. Text me when Hash texts you. That way I’ll know when the real party starts.”
He heads back the way he came, Rocky following him, and Red scuttling behind.
They’re gone by the time I get to my bike. I don’t waste time wondering where they went. Like them, I’ve got places to be.
Evanee’s still up when I get home, lounging in our bed reading a journal full of animal research, or so she said when I saw it on the coffee table in the living room. She’s wearing this black lace see-through nightgown that falls mid-thigh. Her long shapely legs are stretched out in front of her, one knee bent. Those sexy glasses of hers are perched on her nose as she looks over them at the page she’s reading.
At my entrance she raises her head and a slow deliberate smile spreads over her lips. “Welcome home, lover,” she says sensually as she removes her glasses and sets them on the night table. “I was getting lonely.”
Apparently so was my dick as it turns to steel. “You are a fucking sight to behold.”
She tilts her head as she looks me over from head to toe, then back again, stopping at my groin and studying the tightness of my jeans. “Why are you still over there when I’m over here?” She closes her journal and sets it next to her glasses, then turns to her side, one hand supporting her head, the other gliding over the hip she’s propped up.
I hesitate, thinking about all the times I never stopped to think. It’s different now because it’s Evanee and I’m not going to disrespect her. “Gotta shower first, baby. I’ve been handling unsavoury bits and pieces.”
