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I manage to crawl a few feet from him. “I already fuckin’ know that!”
He sits up. “I know you know. I thought you needed a reminder.”
We’re the centre of attention for only a few seconds, then everyone goes back to their business except Joker, who hauls Reaper off the ground as I crawl to my feet. “You been lookin’ after the Blackbeard?” he says to Reaper.
Reaper narrows his eyes like he’s thinkin’ then his face clears. “The one we put in the Chamber?”
“Yes!” Joker and I both say with a healthy dose of irritation.
“Forgot about him completely.” He turns to me. “He’s your fuckin’ problem.”
“He ain’t just my problem!” I say again. “He’s everyone’s problem.”
“No one said he was my problem,” Reaper replies, his voice getting louder. “What the fuck have you been doin’ that you can’t look after him?”
“I’ve been busy,” I yell. “Why the hell do I have to remember everything?”
I’m three seconds away from knocking Reaper’s head off, but Joker steps between us. “Settle down both of you. We got a problem. Unless someone else has been checking on our good friend, Dino, he’s been down in the Chamber for almost a week.”
I scrub at my face. “So neither of you guys fed and watered him? Not even when you dumped him?”
“Why the fuck would we do that?” Joker snarls. “We thought he was your problem.”
We’re goin’ in circles. “We already established he isn’t just my problem.”
Joker gives me a shove. “You established that. I don’t hear anyone agreein’ with you.”
Reaper asks the important question. “How long can someone live without food or water?”
Shit! “I don’t know. Maybe a week.”
“We better fuckin’ find out,” Joker says grimly.
The three of us stumble to the Chamber. Well, those two stumble. I haven’t had much to drink because I’m intending to take advantage of Evanee’s offer to let me do anything to her later and I want to remember every glorious moment.
We get inside the garage that’s over top of the actual Chamber. It’s as dark as the inside of a fuckin’ raccoon. “I’ll get the lights,” I say, but Joker grabs my arm.
“Don’t turn on the lights, asshole. We’ll have the whole fucking party showing up to see what we’re doing.”
Reaper digs his phone out of the inside of his cut and flicks on the flashlight.
It’s not much light, but it’s better than stumbling around in the dark. The Chamber is a bunker directly under the garage we’re standing in. The entrance is a hatch in the floor hidden under a beat-up 1960 GMC Fleetside that Red drools over every time he sees it. He wants to restore it, but Hangman threatens to cut off his hands if he tries.
It don’t start anyway, so Joker and I push it out while Reaper steers.
Light or not, we’re attracting attention and some of the guys are headin’ towards us. Joker puts a stop to it by saying, “Nothin’ to see here, you fuckers. Go back to the party.”
Hangman may be the guy in charge, but as VP, Joker has almost as much authority. The guys drift away, though Rocky and Red don’t go far.
“Get lost,” I tell them. “I’ll explain later.”
“You fucking better,” Red says and I roll my eyes.
“Go fuck a passaround,” I snarl.
“Go fuck yourself,” he snarls back.
Reaper shakes his head. “You two share a brain.” He’s holdin’ the light so Joker can pull up the hatch.
